Vintage Cholent wrote:1. Jews arent exactly angry at newer generations, however they avoid germans
2. Toaster, during the summers I compete in cook offs against some Chefs who have been on the food network channel. So, if you wish to challenge me bring your A+ game
3. Egyptians will have to figure out how we made them pyramids first
At risk of sounding like the backwards southerner that I am, I can only conclude that "thems fightin words son".Vintage Cholent wrote:(mainly because Italian food is so commonly over glorified in the media and quite easy to cook if you are familiar with different types of meats and cheeses. I keep kosher so making Italian food kosher is actually harder than making regular Italian food.)
NuclearWatermelon wrote:At risk of sounding like the backwards southerner that I am, I can only conclude that "thems fightin words son".
Vintage Cholent wrote:NuclearWatermelon wrote:At risk of sounding like the backwards southerner that I am, I can only conclude that "thems fightin words son".
Nuke,
I have a lot of respect for Toaster and his cooking abilities in fact I don't mean to sound condesending at all. However, (without sounding like an elitist prick or a fightin son') making food kosher takes cooking to a whole new level.
Failhorse wrote:How is food authentic when it's cooked by someone of (insert cultural heritage) decent. That's like saying Taco Bell is authentic mexican food cause the dude behind the counter couldn't find work in front of the Home Depot.
Honestly Toaster the only thing authentic about Canadian cooking is cutting ham too thick. I MEAN BACON.
(yes i went there.)
Also, the Kosher thing bugs me. According to the bible, you'll go to hell first for wearing a poly/cotton fabric.
Failhorse wrote:
Also, the Kosher thing bugs me. According to the bible, you'll go to hell first for wearing a poly/cotton fabric.
Vintage Cholent wrote:^nothing to do with eating kosher food, but that is only partially correct. Jewish people arent supposed to wear anything that combines wool and linen.
Failhorse wrote:That all depends on how you actually interpret the old Testament. Thou shalt not wear a garment of divers sorts. If you want to interpret it for face value... Do not wear any mixed fabrics. Modern interpretation has changed this... You're going to hell my son...
Failhorse wrote:Vintage Cholent wrote:^nothing to do with eating kosher food, but that is only partially correct. Jewish people arent supposed to wear anything that combines wool and linen.
That all depends on how you actually interpret the old Testament. Thou shalt not wear a garment of divers sorts. If you want to interpret it for face value... Do not wear any mixed fabrics. Modern interpretation has changed this... You're going to hell my son...
This has been Failhorse's weekly bible lesson.
Next week we'll talk about how child jesus terrorized/tortured/killed other children. And how these stories were left out of the bible.
VoltySquirrel wrote:How long before Jesus comes back and saves Israel from destruction from everybody surrounding them?
Maringue wrote:Purim is such a great holiday. Here is my buddy's best story about Purim.
My buddy and his also Jewish friend were on a 35 hour train ride in China (the friend spoke fluent Chinese) which happened to be on Purim. They had planned on drinking and smoking hash for the whole trip, so they taught the other Chinese guys sitting in the car with them about the story of Purim. It involves sharing booze with everyone, so they were all for it. They started about hour 2.
Hour 4: group has depleted the booze supply of the two Jews. 4 Chinese guys hop of the train at a stop and buy a shit ton of beer and Chinese vodka/engine cleaner.
Hour 6: At this point they've got most of the people in the train car Booing every time my friend shouts "HAMAN!"
Hour 7: first Chinese guy goes down, passed out.
Hour 11: Rest of group can still tell the difference between Haman and Mordecai, but most of the train is sleeping so they call a break.
Hour 17: Sunrise. "Haman!" 5 Chinese guys + 2 Jews "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Drinking continues.
Hour 22: two locals down, remaining locals stop again for more paint thinner Chinese moonshine.
Hour 24: Hash smoking starts in earnest. One local asked about the "cigarette" so my friend gives him a couple drags thinking he's going to be on the train for 10 more hours so it'll be cool.
Hour 24 +5 min: Local, high as a kite, gets off at his stop to greet his family.
Hour 30: my friend clings to consciousness. Empty bottles litter the area in the train. His shirt is open and he and the area around him are covered in chicken foot remains.
Hour 35: my friends pull it together and stagger towards the exit at their stop. Before leaving, my friend turns and yells "Haman!" Only 1 of the locals could muster a "booo". Mission accomplished.
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