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Post by pippsheadache on Feb 28, 2024 19:25:26 GMT -5
No eye-rolling here. More like a sympathetic nod. I sustained a broken collarbone after being thrown from a camel in a remote part of the Sahara in Morocco where we stayed in a tented nomad camp. My wife and I were the only non-Bedouins in the camp. The very kindly tribesmen made a sling from my wife's scarf and for a pain killer plunked down a bottle of Gordon's Gin on my nightstand. It was very effective. Next morning it was an hour via an ATV over the dunes to the nearest paved road, from which we drove another hour to the first crossroads village to get this exotic medication called Tylenol. From there a few hours to the town of Ouarzazate, where there was a hospital to get X-rays to confirm that it was, indeed, a break. Even at the time I kept telling my frazzled better half that this would be a great story when we get home. BTW Ouarzazate is a very cool town. It is home to Atlas Studios, Morocco's Hollywood. Some of the filming done there includes "Game Of Thrones," "Jewel Of The Nile," "Kingdom Of Heaven" and "The Living Daylights," which to me is one of the more obscure Bond films. Somehow I have a feeling you've already been there. Anyway, back to the subject at hand -- you were literally in a Russian hospital or a hospital in Svalbard that was staffed by Russians? And if it is not being impertinent -- feel free to slap me if it is -- what was it that caused you to need X-rays? I love Elvis, but would never try to emulate his dietary habits. One of the many reasons he only made it to age 42. And PB with marmalade is delish for sure. My digestive system can no longer tolerate the peanut butter brands I grew up with -- Skippy, Peter Pan, Jif and Planters -- that was pretty much all that was available in those gastronomically innocent times. A few years ago I went full-bore nostalgia and tried Skippy with Smucker's strawberry jam on white bread -- just like a Saturday lunch in 1959 while watching "Sky King" and "The Lone Ranger." It took my innards three days to recover. I still love peanut butter, but can't deal with the sugar and oils of the old school brands. After experimenting with Crazy Richard's and Justin's and Teddie and Maranatha, I settled on the middle-brow option of Smucker's Natural Creamy, which is pure peanuts as far as I know -- maybe a soupcon of salt -- but less runny and more pungent than some of the others. But no question, peanut butter is a great gift to civilization. The trek was a Russian exploration group. I was taken to a hospital staffed by Russians. An x-ray on disc was given to me. Luckily the third and final part of our trip was visiting my friend's family in the North Coast of Norway. They reside in a 16 Century farm. The furnishings was gorgeous that was taken back in time. The final week flew by fast visiting many family members. Going from house to house didn't require long travels that would of been difficult sporting a leg cast. For sure we had delicious meals ( and no caribou  ) with great conversations and the coffee was flowing. However going home was problematic as we took the scenic route from train to plane toward Oslo airport. Regardless of the circumstance, it was a fabulous trip. Perfect travel attitude. In the long run all we ever remember is the thrill of the adventure. I've been traveling my whole life and I still get excited about seeing a new place or returning to a favorite old one. |
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Post by laurenfrances on Feb 28, 2024 19:37:59 GMT -5
I tried the “Skibana” sandwich, and it’s okay. I prefer banana on toast with margarine or butter… By the way… it’s Jif all way for me. Nothing else will do. I also smear PB on my suet feeder for the birds, and it’s a big hit. I buy my Jif in 4 pound containers… What makes jif so tasty is the added molasses. i was also a skippy girl until my brother got me to taste jif . Not a fan of chunky PB. |
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Post by inger on Feb 28, 2024 20:52:13 GMT -5
I tried the “Skibana” sandwich, and it’s okay. I prefer banana on toast with margarine or butter… By the way… it’s Jif all way for me. Nothing else will do. I also smear PB on my suet feeder for the birds, and it’s a big hit. I buy my Jif in 4 pound containers… What makes jif so tasty is the added molasses. i was also a skippy girl until my brother got me to taste jif . Not a fan of chunky PB. Chunky was cool when I was a kid. What was I thinking? If you want crunch, add some potato chips and push down on that top slice like a mad mammographist. I wax unaware of the added molasses. That must be what I taste that just… UMMM-UMMM-UMMMM!! … |
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Post by inger on Feb 28, 2024 20:54:06 GMT -5
The trek was a Russian exploration group. I was taken to a hospital staffed by Russians. An x-ray on disc was given to me. Luckily the third and final part of our trip was visiting my friend's family in the North Coast of Norway. They reside in a 16 Century farm. The furnishings was gorgeous that was taken back in time. The final week flew by fast visiting many family members. Going from house to house didn't require long travels that would have been difficult sporting a leg cast. For sure we had delicious meals ( and no caribou ) with great conversations and the coffee was flowing. However going home was problematic as we took the scenic route from train to plane toward Oslo airport. Regardless of the circumstance, it was a fabulous trip. Perfect travel attitude. In the long run all we ever remember is the thrill of the adventure. I've been traveling my whole life and I still get excited about seeing a new place or returning to a favorite old one. Even in day trips I will often take an unexpected turn because I like the road. As I tell Ruthie, I know we’re headed for _____, but it’s not the destination that matters, it’s the journey. Let’s go find something new… |
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Post by inger on Feb 28, 2024 20:55:49 GMT -5
No eye-rolling here. More like a sympathetic nod. I sustained a broken collarbone after being thrown from a camel in a remote part of the Sahara in Morocco where we stayed in a tented nomad camp. My wife and I were the only non-Bedouins in the camp. The very kindly tribesmen made a sling from my wife's scarf and for a pain killer plunked down a bottle of Gordon's Gin on my nightstand. It was very effective. Next morning it was an hour via an ATV over the dunes to the nearest paved road, from which we drove another hour to the first crossroads village to get this exotic medication called Tylenol. From there a few hours to the town of Ouarzazate, where there was a hospital to get X-rays to confirm that it was, indeed, a break. Even at the time I kept telling my frazzled better half that this would be a great story when we get home. BTW Ouarzazate is a very cool town. It is home to Atlas Studios, Morocco's Hollywood. Some of the filming done there includes "Game Of Thrones," "Jewel Of The Nile," "Kingdom Of Heaven" and "The Living Daylights," which to me is one of the more obscure Bond films. Somehow I have a feeling you've already been there. Anyway, back to the subject at hand -- you were literally in a Russian hospital or a hospital in Svalbard that was staffed by Russians? And if it is not being impertinent -- feel free to slap me if it is -- what was it that caused you to need X-rays? I love Elvis, but would never try to emulate his dietary habits. One of the many reasons he only made it to age 42. And PB with marmalade is delish for sure. My digestive system can no longer tolerate the peanut butter brands I grew up with -- Skippy, Peter Pan, Jif and Planters -- that was pretty much all that was available in those gastronomically innocent times. A few years ago I went full-bore nostalgia and tried Skippy with Smucker's strawberry jam on white bread -- just like a Saturday lunch in 1959 while watching "Sky King" and "The Lone Ranger." It took my innards three days to recover. I still love peanut butter, but can't deal with the sugar and oils of the old school brands. After experimenting with Crazy Richard's and Justin's and Teddie and Maranatha, I settled on the middle-brow option of Smucker's Natural Creamy, which is pure peanuts as far as I know -- maybe a soupcon of salt -- but less runny and more pungent than some of the others. But no question, peanut butter is a great gift to civilization. The trek was a Russian exploration group. I was taken to a hospital staffed by Russians on my return trip to Longyearbyen. An x-ray on disc was given to me. Luckily the third and final part of our trip was visiting my friend's family in the North Coast of Norway. They reside in a 16 Century farm. The furnishings was gorgeous that was taken back in time. The final week flew by fast visiting many family members. Going from house to house didn't require long travels that would of been difficult sporting a leg cast. For sure we had delicious meals ( and no caribou ) with great conversations and the coffee was flowing. However going home was problematic as we took the scenic route from train to plane toward Oslo airport. Regardless of the circumstances, it was a fabulous trip. The first week was spent in Oslo going to a Viking Museum, dining in interesting restaurants, meeting up with friends, and of course sampling aquavit.  No caribou? All that way and no caribou? WTH! Go back and getcha a slab!… |
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Post by azbob643 on Feb 28, 2024 20:57:55 GMT -5
... but it’s not the destination that matters, it’s the journey. Let’s go find something new… Exactly... |
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Post by Max on Mar 15, 2024 16:48:50 GMT -5
Yum! I just had a St. Joseph custard cream zeppoli for dessert, and it was delicious.  |
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 15, 2024 16:55:49 GMT -5
Yum! I just had a St. Joseph custard cream zeppoli for dessert, and it was delicious.  |
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Post by Max on Mar 15, 2024 17:01:06 GMT -5
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 15, 2024 17:02:52 GMT -5
I don't worry about my cholesterol, as in 17 states I am technically a jar of mayonnaise.  |
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Post by kaybli on Mar 15, 2024 17:03:48 GMT -5
Yum! I just had a St. Joseph custard cream zeppoli for dessert, and it was delicious. Yum! Sounds awesome!
I'm taking my mom to a French restaurant today to break our fasts. Should be good!
And of course, rizzuto , I will be ordering the French Onion Soup!  |
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Post by Max on Mar 15, 2024 17:06:03 GMT -5
Kaybli, you're a better man than I. I could never fast and read this thread. I hope that you and your Mom have a great time.
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Post by Max on Mar 15, 2024 17:06:51 GMT -5
I don't worry about my cholesterol, as in 17 states I am technically a jar of mayonnaise. Now, that's funny! |
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Post by kaybli on Mar 15, 2024 17:08:55 GMT -5
Kaybli, you're a better man than I. I could never fast and read this thread. I hope that you and your Mom have a great time. Thanks Max! Much appreciated!  |
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 15, 2024 17:10:01 GMT -5
Yum! I just had a St. Joseph custard cream zeppoli for dessert, and it was delicious. Yum! Sounds awesome!
I'm taking my mom to a French restaurant today to break our fasts. Should be good!
And of course, rizzuto , I will be ordering the French Onion Soup! Enjoy, Kay! That reminds me, I need to think of something to cook for this weekend. And, I'm out of gummy bears. |
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) with great conversations and the coffee was flowing. However going home was problematic as we took the scenic route from train to plane toward Oslo airport. Regardless of the circumstance, it was a fabulous trip.
