I'm Still Pissing Garlic

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    Aug 30, 2015 2:17 AM GMT
    I can smell it tonight when I pee. I knew I would. When I used to spend a week or so in New Orleans it would take me a week to stop pissing garlic. The only thing they cook with there.

    But yesterday we went to a Fort Lauderdale beachfront restaurant for lunch, "Casablanca", I can highly recommend it. Beautiful view of the ocean.

    I had escargot, in a perfect garlic butter. Best I've had in South Florida. My 3 companions loved their selections, too.

    We ate light, mine just an appetizer ("starter"), since the same 3 of us all had a huge meal the night before. At a reserved private dinner for 30. Which I couldn't eat completely. No wonder I'm not losing weight like I want. icon_sad.gif

    Anyway, if you come to Fort Lauderdale, I recommend "Casablanca", which is just north of the mostly gay Sebastian Beach. Just as A1A splits if you're driving south. I don't know their evening menu, but lunch is divine. icon_biggrin.gif
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    Aug 30, 2015 2:36 AM GMT
    BTW, my friends had: a chicken wrap; a panini prosciutto (OMG, the prosciutto was really great); and crab cakes, ideal for lunch. All were light and delicious, we all shared.

    If you go to the beach you gotta try this place for lunch.
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    Aug 30, 2015 2:38 AM GMT
    I've eaten there. Awesome place!

    But I also eat garlic almost every day...with my eggs in the morning, and with my chicken breast at night (cooking it up now as I type).

    So, I never stop peeing garlic. icon_lol.gif
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    Aug 30, 2015 2:44 AM GMT
    paulflexes saidI've eaten there. Awesome place!

    But I also eat garlic almost every day...with my eggs in the morning, and with my chicken breast at night (cooking it up now as I type).

    So, I never stop peeing garlic. icon_lol.gif

    Of course you've been there. Not far from your home. When you get back here we gotta all go there for lunch. Our treat.

    I'm always surprised, when I pee and a strong garlic smell hits me in the face. I normally don't eat that much garlic food.
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    Aug 30, 2015 4:35 AM GMT
    I've never noticed the garlic pee phenomenon before; however, I went to three crawfish boils in one Saturday and if you know anything about a crawfish boil it's that the crawfish are cooked in a briny soup of spices and vegetables - one being garlic. I love the garlic! It's spicy and garlicky. After eating at three crawfish boils I reeked of garlic so much so the aroma was coming out of my pores. The odor was so over powering my ex made me sleep on the couch. I love garlic and pretty much use it to various degrees in the dishes I prepare.
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    Aug 30, 2015 2:31 PM GMT
    maybe the garlicky snails are trying to escape
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    Aug 30, 2015 4:17 PM GMT
    UndercoverMan saidI've never noticed the garlic pee phenomenon before; however, I went to three crawfish boils in one Saturday and if you know anything about a crawfish boil it's that the crawfish are cooked in a briny soup of spices and vegetables - one being garlic. I love the garlic! It's spicy and garlicky. After eating at three crawfish boils I reeked of garlic so much so the aroma was coming out of my pores. The odor was so over powering my ex made me sleep on the couch. I love garlic and pretty much use it to various degrees in the dishes I prepare.

    There are certain things that enter your blood almost directly. And then will be exhaled from your lungs, where blood and air exchange gases.

    Among those things are garlic, onions, and alcohol. Hence using a mouthwash or spray to mask you breath may not work. The smell is actually originating from your lungs, not your mouth. Therefore a police breathalyzer is gonna detect alcohol in your blood when you exhale, no matter how much you disguise your mouth's breath.

    Onions and garlic will also emit an odor through your skin, especially garlic. Again, it's because the aromatic enters directly into your blood.

    But all science & technicalities aside: damn, those escargot were good! icon_biggrin.gif

    And I'm still pissing garlic. icon_rolleyes.gif
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    Aug 30, 2015 5:08 PM GMT
    tj85016 saidmaybe the garlicky snails are trying to escape

    Have you ever had snails (escargot)? Not as yucky as you might think. But then I'll eat almost anything.

    I first had snails in East Berlin in 1979, during a "Freundschaft" (friendship) banquet hosted by Soviet Army Officers. Technically in Berlin we were still Allies from WWII, along with the British & French.

    One of the items served was snail toast. Naturally out of courtesy and international good relations we had to eat it. Along with drinking the worst coffee I ever had in my life. Even the wine was poor.

    But the snails weren't bad. Now I'll order escargot in a place I trust. These were the best I've ever had in South Florida. A bit heavy on the garlic butter, but I had this starter (appetizer) as my entire lunch item. I do recommend it if you try the Casablanca on A1A along the beach.
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    Aug 30, 2015 7:09 PM GMT
    yes, I've had escargot, it's ok, but I really wouldn't run across the street for it

    it basically tastes like chewy-ish, sometimes tender, garlic butter with a little fuck to it

    i'll take a nice foie gras with a Sauternes over it any day
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    Aug 30, 2015 7:44 PM GMT
    southbeach1500 said
    That's the one thing about you that really irks me - your modesty. In this case, you mention the banquet hosted by Soviet officers that you attended, yet you keep private your contribution to world peace that was a result of your attendance at that banquet.

    The ONE thing? OK...

    In the case of this banquet, I'm not sure any of us contributed anything. It was just a required exercise, a duty, arranged by the State Department for whatever PR & politicial purposes they wanted.

    Fortunately my wife (in her Army Lieutenant's uniform) could speak Ukranian, which is very close to Russian, so we could communicate more directly. Which kinda shocked the Russians, amusing us no end. We also had translators at hand.

    Plus I could speak a bit of French & German, which the Russian Officers could also speak. None of them would admit to knowing English.
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    Aug 30, 2015 9:49 PM GMT
    Going through Checkpoint Charlie, I used to lie in the back window area of our spacious Buick and stick my tongue out at the border guards. One time Mom noticed and almost had a heart attack. What? I was two or three years old...icon_wink.gif
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    Aug 30, 2015 11:25 PM GMT
    bon_pan saidGoing through Checkpoint Charlie, I used to lie in the back window area of our spacious Buick and stick my tongue out at the border guards. One time Mom noticed and almost had a heart attack. What? I was two or three years old...icon_wink.gif

    The creepier one was Checkpoint Bravo. It's little remembered now that the US had 3 checkpoints, alphabetical from left to right on a map oriented to the North. Checkpoint Alpha was at the border of democratic West Germany and communist East Germany. Exactly 103 road miles further east was Checkpoint Bravo, at the entrance to West Berlin.

    It's also forgotten that Berlin was entirely inside communist East Germany. Within the city itself was the iconic US Checkpoint Charlie, where the city was divided by the Berlin Wall.

    When I would drive my car from West Berlin to West Germany (our nickname for it was "the zone") I had to go through our own Checkpoint Bravo, and then on to a Soviet checkpoint, reserved purely for military & diplomatic travelers.

    Ordinary West Berliners had to go through an East German checkpoint. But the US government and the other Allied powers of France & Britain refused to recognize the legitimacy of East Germany, and we'd only acknowledge Soviet authority derived from post-WWII agreements. We were given our own Soviet checkpoint to leave the city.

    Only one car in each direction was permitted at a time to enter the checkpoint. Gates would drop after you, and there were also concrete slabs in the pavement that could be raised to block you in.

    You went inside a small wooden building, where there was a tiny opening on one interior wall, with a shelf. You placed your ID and your "flag orders" on it, and shortly a hand reached out and pulled them inside. With no windows you saw no one.

    You sat down, where a coffee table had magazines featuring articles about the Red Pioneers, and other propaganda. A huge portrait of Chairman Leonid Breshnev in the uniform of a Soviet Field Marshall was on the wall. You waited about 20 minutes.

    In the meantime a young Soviet soldier was marching all around your car outside. Many of them were Ukrainians, so if my wife was a passenger she was talking surreptitiously with them (they weren't supposed to speak to us), knowing perfect Ukrainian.

    The routine was to place items on the back window shelf, and dashboard, like blue jeans, and Playboy magazines, Bic lighters, all kinds of highly valued goods. The soldier in turn would point to something, and then to something on his uniform, or that he pulled from his pocket.

    These would be the badge (flash) on his bear cap, his belt buckle, all kinds of military items. All of this was forbidden by both our armies, but we all did it.

    And so while I'd be inside the shack twiddling my thumbs, waiting for my papers to be returned, my wife would be trading with some young kid. And gawd they were young, I doubt most of them had reached their 20s yet.

    And I'd think to myself: "If we go to war, I don't wanna kill you. And you're gonna hafta try to kill me in turn." How stupid is that? But that's the profession we're in (I was a 29-year-old Captain, close to Major), and both of us had our jobs. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

    Yet still today, if back in uniform (an impossibility I would dearly love), I would not hesitate to slaughter my country's enemies on the battlefield, regardless of their age. I'm not sure how this flaw in my character arose. icon_question.gif
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    Aug 31, 2015 12:02 AM GMT
    tj85016 saidmaybe the garlicky snails are trying to escape
    If they escaped they'd be called excargo.
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    Aug 31, 2015 12:25 AM GMT
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    tj85016 saidmaybe the garlicky snails are trying to escape
    If they escaped they'd be called excargo.

    At Casablanca I told the story of my driving a car that was branded an "S" model. And I'd drive it very fast. So that people would point and say:

    "WOW! Look at that S car go!"

    And of course I got smacked. icon_redface.gif

    BTW, I didn't just invent that, I really said that to our friends at Casablanca. And really did get smacked, too, by C******. He cuts my bad jokes no slack.
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    Aug 31, 2015 12:41 AM GMT
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    paulflexes said
    tj85016 saidmaybe the garlicky snails are trying to escape
    If they escaped they'd be called excargo.

    At Casablanca I told the story of my driving a car that was branded an "S" model. And I'd drive it very fast. So that people would point and say:

    "WOW! Look at that S car go!"

    And of course I got smacked. icon_redface.gif

    BTW, I didn't just invent that, I really said that to our friends at Casablanca. And really did get smacked, too, by C******. He cuts my bad jokes no slack.
    I'd love to have a Model S Tesla. icon_wink.gif
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