I wonder if that American Jelly-O is so terribad, or is that merely a family quirk?
Similar jellies available here tend to vary between fine, palatable, to okish, depending one exact brand and flavor.
I dunno, I know I'm the only one in my family repulsed by it because every f&+$ing holiday has some terrifying Jello dessert someone Frankenstein'd together.
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I wonder if that American Jelly-O is so terribad, or is that merely a family quirk?
Similar jellies available here tend to vary between fine, palatable, to okish, depending one exact brand and flavor.
As in all things post-1980s American, any flavoring ingredient more expensive than high fructose corn syrup has been replaced by same, so imagine a striking green jelly with very little flavor other than "sweet".
Now, add midwestern atrocities to it: Jell-O is traditionally served with mayonnaise, marshmallows, cheese, pineapple, or a host of appalling other ingredients to ensure that anyone who attends a midwestern potluck will never eat Jell-O again. When I saw a reference to Jell-O with "mushroom caps and onion skins" I assumed it was humor. Then I saw an actual 1950s recipe for that exact dish, except pearl onions rather than onion skins.
I was in Kansas in 1977. I still shudder at the memory of the Hell-O "casseroles" I was forced to "try a little, just to be polite."
Given that CY lives in Wisconsin, I can only imagine the horrors...
I like jello...
Well... How to tell you...
You are adopted.
I wonder if that American Jelly-O is so terribad, or is that merely a family quirk?
Similar jellies available here tend to vary between fine, palatable, to okish, depending one exact brand and flavor.
As in all things post-1980s American, any flavoring ingredient more expensive than high fructose corn syrup has been replaced by same, so imagine a striking green jelly with very little flavor other than "sweet".
Now, add midwestern atrocities to it: Jell-O is traditionally served with mayonnaise, marshmallows, cheese, pineapple, or a host of appalling other ingredients to ensure that anyone who attends a midwestern potluck will never eat Jell-O again. When I saw a reference to Jell-O with "mushroom caps and onion skins" I assumed it was humor. Then I saw an actual 1950s recipe for that exact dish, except pearl onions rather than onion skins.
I was in Kansas in 1977. I still shudder at the memory of the Hell-O "casseroles" I was forced to "try a little, just to be polite."
Given that CY lives in Wisconsin, I can only imagine the horrors...
I think that the issue here is mixing up gelatinous savory dishes with the sweet ones.
A well prepared home-made Galaretka z kurczaka (google search results for associated images), (or pork, or eggs, or combination thereof) is great (my mom made those occasionally from fresh chicken broth, chicken, egg, fresh carrot, canned peas, and later canned corn after it became cheaply available) and it can be stored in fridge for a few days. Store bought is mediocre to awful—I suspect that industrial grade near freezing refrigeration required to keep it fresh is partly to blame.
That is quite popular dish in Poland so I wonder if Lisa had contact with it, though I wouldn't surprised if she hadn't. Such dishes might have become popular after WW2, after her family already left for America.
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The Midwest is basically Britain of the culinary US. Except worse.
I have never known any British person to stoop so low as to put onions in jelly.
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I concur, we stopped making gross food since the turn of the century!
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You can't fool me, I've seen The Great British Baking Show. Half the stuff on there is pure sugar with a bit of egg whites with frosting or fruit piled on top.
Having said that, the show and everyone associated with it is a national treasure and you should be very proud.
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Would you care to explain this?I concur, we stopped making gross food since the turn of the century!
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That's new, didn't know we were trying to trick pescatarians into eating pork.
Kind of looks like aspic.I wonder if that American Jelly-O is so terribad, or is that merely a family quirk?
Similar jellies available here tend to vary between fine, palatable, to okish, depending one exact brand and flavor.
As in all things post-1980s American, any flavoring ingredient more expensive than high fructose corn syrup has been replaced by same, so imagine a striking green jelly with very little flavor other than "sweet".
Now, add midwestern atrocities to it: Jell-O is traditionally served with mayonnaise, marshmallows, cheese, pineapple, or a host of appalling other ingredients to ensure that anyone who attends a midwestern potluck will never eat Jell-O again. When I saw a reference to Jell-O with "mushroom caps and onion skins" I assumed it was humor. Then I saw an actual 1950s recipe for that exact dish, except pearl onions rather than onion skins.
I was in Kansas in 1977. I still shudder at the memory of the Hell-O "casseroles" I was forced to "try a little, just to be polite."
Given that CY lives in Wisconsin, I can only imagine the horrors...
I think that the issue here is mixing up gelatinous savory dishes with the sweet ones.
A well prepared home-made Galaretka z kurczaka (google search results for associated images), (or pork, or eggs, or combination thereof) is great (my mom made those occasionally from fresh chicken broth, chicken, egg, fresh carrot, canned peas, and later canned corn after it became cheaply available) and it can be stored in fridge for a few days. Store bought is mediocre to awful—I suspect that industrial grade near freezing refrigeration required to keep it fresh is partly to blame.
Yes, that's sort of aspic, though all the modern recipes call for addition of some powdered gelatin.
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The Midwest is basically Britain of the culinary US. Except worse.
I grew up hearing horror stories about my maternal grandfather's cooking (circa mid-1960s, Madison, WI), especially of "meat loaf sauce," which was watered-down ketchup mixed with sugar (served with Midwest-style meat loaf).
That's new, didn't know we were trying to trick pescatarians into eating pork.Would you care to explain this?I concur, we stopped making gross food since the turn of the century!
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Okay, when I still worked in restaurants, I can't count the number of Jewish diners who would point to a ham or other pork dish on the menu and say to me, "I'll have this salmon dish right here."
Only men, curiously, and never if women were with them.
Okay, when I still worked in restaurants, I can't count the number of Jewish diners who would point to a ham or other pork dish on the menu and say to me, "I'll have this salmon dish right here."
Only men, curiously, and never if women were with them.
I'm reminded of Ari Shaffir's standup bit where he talks about ham soup.
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The Midwest is basically Britain of the culinary US. Except worse.I grew up hearing horror stories about my maternal grandfather's cooking (circa mid-1960s, Madison, WI), especially of "meat loaf sauce," which was watered-down ketchup mixed with sugar (served with Midwest-style meat loaf).
I've had that!
Please note, I do not eat anything with ketchup.
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Would you care to explain this?I concur, we stopped making gross food since the turn of the century!
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That's the latest stage in the evolution of turkey dinosaurs.
I'm reminded of Ari Shaffir's standup bit where he talks about ham soup.Okay, when I still worked in restaurants, I can't count the number of Jewish diners who would point to a ham or other pork dish on the menu and say to me, "I'll have this salmon dish right here."
Only men, curiously, and never if women were with them.
Funny thing is that I was somewhat vaguely aware...
I'm reminded of Ari Shaffir's standup bit where he talks about ham soup.Okay, when I still worked in restaurants, I can't count the number of Jewish diners who would point to a ham or other pork dish on the menu and say to me, "I'll have this salmon dish right here."
Only men, curiously, and never if women were with them.
Funny thing is that I was somewhat vaguely aware...
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its ham. Ham is never kosher.
Looks like we got about 8 inches of snow. Gonna be a long day!
Although, it being March it's pretty much going to be a race to see how much I can clear before it melts.
Looks like we got about 8 inches of snow. Gonna be a long day!
Although, it being March it's pretty much going to be a race to see how much I can clear before it melts.
*sobs*
Looks like we got about 8 inches of snow. Gonna be a long day!
Although, it being March it's pretty much going to be a race to see how much I can clear before it melts.
That's the opposite of me. I wait to see how much will melt before I have to clear it.
(I know you get paid to clear snow, so it's very different.)
*double sobs*
Just because I have to: Jell-O should not be confused in any way with actual jelly.
Me: Client, if you're not going to migrate off this email server, at least allow me to patch it. Friday at 7pm? It's going to take about 5 hours.
Client: That sounds great. Will we have access to other stuff?
Me: Yes. Only email will be down during the upgrade.
Client: Perfect.
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Client: Can we reschedule this? One of the other lawyers is concerned that he might have to send an email on Friday evening.
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I like jello...Well... How to tell you...
You are adopted.
Well, besides that, he just likes to see things wiggle and jiggle.
Well, besides that, he just likes to see things wiggle and jiggle.I like jello...Well... How to tell you...
You are adopted.
Looks like we got about 8 inches of snow. Gonna be a long day!
Although, it being March it's pretty much going to be a race to see how much I can clear before it melts.
That's the opposite of me. I wait to see how much will melt before I have to clear it.
(I know you get paid to clear snow, so it's very different.)
Normally I'd agree with you but the more it melts the heavier it gets.
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So uh yeah, I guess I'll just say sayonara and wish everyone well, many times you people have been a big source of entertainment, at other times support, a distraction, folks I don't know, I could relate to, and a community I could latch onto and disassociate into but I think I need to.. be done with a lot of things including all that. Stay wonderful, fabulous, stubborn, insistent, proud, or cryptic, whichever one of those applies best to any of you personally, maybe I'll see ya around again sometime if and when things get better. Thanks all.
Edit: Before I give anyone the wrong impression, I'm safe and all that, just in a really bad place and, idk, felt like I had to share somewhere somehow and let people know I'm taking a break from everything for a while.
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I'll be the first to say, "I understand, and take care."
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Today's "Grumpy Old Man" tirade is most likely brought to you by me being a Gen Xer, so my entire lifetime has consisted of Boomers telling me, "You're not old enough/responsible enough/competent enough/intelligent enough to do that. Let us do it for you..."
(True fact: We make up 20% of the population, but only 11% of Congress.)
So, my kids are adults: 18 and 21. They go to restaurants, travel on planes, drive cars, and pay for everything with their own bank cards...
...EXCEPT...
...the medical establishment will not even try to accept their cards.
At the dentist, Impus Major has literally handed the person at the front desk his card and said, "My dad told me to pay for this," and the person has responded, "Oh, that's OK. We'll send him a bill."
And it doesn't matter. Dentist. Doctor. Hospital. Optometrist. They absolutely refuse to take my kids' money, instead wasting paper sending me a physical bill, and forcing me to track down a stamp, write a check (like some kind of neanderthal), and get to a mailbox (which are becoming rarer and rarer with continued cuts to the USPS).
"Sure," you argue, "but kids are notorious for bouncing checks and overdrawing their bank accounts, so the offices are just being cautious," and yes, you have a valid point.
My counterargument: How can you teach kids financial independence and responsibility if they never get a chance to try?
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At the dentist, Impus Major has literally handed the person at the front desk his card and said, "My dad told me to pay for this," and the person has responded, "Oh, that's OK. We'll send him a bill."And that's all it took for him to cave?
You might run through some roleplaying with him about how to push back and get random bureaucrats to actually do what you request. It's going to be a useful skill as an adult.
OK. That's a win.
I'm a grandmaster of bureaucratese (I have a letter of apology from the IRS to prove it), so I tend to deal with such stupidity when the family needs it, and I show them what I do. I'll have to focus more on having THEM do it with guidance from me.
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Snow bedamned, ALL (DE) and I went to see The Comet Is Coming anyway. I liked the woogly synth and sax solos more than the techno sections; overall, we both thought it was a bit too full-on rave-y, but then again, we are both very middle-aged.
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At the dentist, Impus Major has literally handed the person at the front desk his card and said, "My dad told me to pay for this," and the person has responded, "Oh, that's OK. We'll send him a bill."And that's all it took for him to cave?
You might run through some roleplaying with him about how to push back and get random bureaucrats to actually do what you request. It's going to be a useful skill as an adult.
OK. That's a win.
I'm a grandmaster of bureaucratese (I have a letter of apology from the IRS to prove it), so I tend to deal with such stupidity when the family needs it, and I show them what I do. I'll have to focus more on having THEM do it with guidance from me.
I am still trying to understand how a) sending you an another adult person's medical bill is not a blatant breach of medical confidentiality, and b) how do they expect to enforce payment from you? or is there a law that allows sue someone over an living adult family member debts? it wasn't you who received the service/entered into contract in the first place...
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It's okay to take a break. We will be here when you get back.
it wasn't you who received the service/entered into contract in the first place...There are two different contracts here: one between the provider and the insurance company, and the other between NobodysHome and the provider.
The first contract is the health insurance that Nobody pays for (or his employer pays for, or some combination of both).
The insurance contract lists the people who are covered by that contract. Under US law, children can be covered by their parents' health insurance contract until they are 25. Some contracts allow for even older people to be covered by their parents' contracts.
So the contract is between the insurance company and the provider (dentist/doctor) as to how much of the bill the insurance company will pay, and how much the patient will have to pay.
Usually your own contract with a provider includes an agreement about who is ultimately responsible for the amounts for services provided to covered people that the insurance company won't pay.
I suspect in this case, NobodysHome is the ultimate guarantor of payment for services for himself, GothBard and the Impii.
100% correct on all counts.
And yes, Drejk, you are stepping into a political minefield: In the U.S., medical care is unaffordable without insurance, and with insurance the person who provides the insurance in the household gets an itemized list of every medical procedure, prescription, consultation, and whatnot, undertaken by anyone else on the plan. There is no privacy with regards to the primary insurance holder.
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I almost blew up today.
Twice.
Was on my way home from work, going to go to a friend's house first and then go home afterwards actually. About to get on the Jackie Robinson expressway, which uses an elevated ramp to go from Queens proper to the Jackie itself. There's a fair amount of traffic but it's moving. About a car and a half ahead of me is one of those electricians trucks, which I notice has a lot of exhaust. No big deal. But then I notice the exhaust seems more grey than whitish. I begin to worry for the driver. Then I notice he is trying desperately to get into the far right hand lane, to the point that his car is perpendicular with other cars in his lane and the lane he is going into. For a moment noone goes anywhere. It is around this time that I notice the exhaust isn't exhaust, it's smoke. Black smoke. And it's not coming from the electrical truck, it's coming from just off to the side of the electrical truck, from some disabled vehicle that isn't even in sight but is...under the ramp? I'm concerned at this point. But he makes his merge. I'm in the left lane, close to the smoke, with a handful of skittish cars who are also desperate for the far right hand lane. I'm thinking about changing lanes myself, when
A huge explosion. A gout of flame.
TWO HONEST TO GOD WHITISH GREENISH FIREBALLS SOAR INTO THE SKY, ONE GOING LEFT, THE OTHER GOING RIGHT
Everyone and their cousin makes for the far right lane. I can't quite get in yet but I have the presence of mind to call it in to 911. I'm on the phone with the dispatcher when I am kinda creeping up to the space the electrical truck vacated. But I figure the worst has past at this point, there's already been an explosion- what else could happen, right?
Just then, I feel a wave of heat. Like someone sitting opposite me on a couch is drying their hair with an old school hand hair dryer and I'm in the wake of the hot air. Pucker factor goes up a bit.
Then
The ground under me RUMBLES.
It's at that moment I realize I drove past, or directly over, some kind of exploding vehicle.
I end up in the far right hand lane relaying my experiences quite calmly to the 911 dispa- no that isn't what happened, I loudly shouted my location and that something BLEW THE F+%~ UP UNDER ME at the exit for the Jackie going into Brooklyn. Traffic slows to an absolute CRAWL. There aren't any more explosions but at the time I am completely unsure if there isn't going to be a third or fourth one or if I am outside of the blast range if there is. It takes me so long to just get off the Jackie that I don't bother going to my friends house and just go straight home.
So yeah. Almost blew up tonight twice.
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I'd rather take stepping into a political minefield that is (EDIT: discussing, not being subject to, thank you very much) US medical care, than experience close explosions.
Good you are okay, Freehold.
You are ok? Right? It is not your ghost posting, merely thinking you survived that?!
it wasn't you who received the service/entered into contract in the first place...There are two different contracts here: one between the provider and the insurance company, and the other between NobodysHome and the provider.
The first contract is the health insurance that Nobody pays for (or his employer pays for, or some combination of both).
The insurance contract lists the people who are covered by that contract. Under US law, children can be covered by their parents' health insurance contract until they are 25. Some contracts allow for even older people to be covered by their parents' contracts.
So the contract is between the insurance company and the provider (dentist/doctor) as to how much of the bill the insurance company will pay, and how much the patient will have to pay.
Usually your own contract with a provider includes an agreement about who is ultimately responsible for the amounts for services provided to covered people that the insurance company won't pay.
I suspect in this case, NobodysHome is the ultimate guarantor of payment for services for himself, GothBard and the Impii.
100% correct on all counts.
And yes, Drejk, you are stepping into a political minefield: In the U.S., medical care is unaffordable without insurance, and with insurance the person who provides the insurance in the household gets an itemized list of every medical procedure, prescription, consultation, and whatnot, undertaken by anyone else on the plan. There is no privacy with regards to the primary insurance holder.
Ok, I got myself mislead on paying for the dentist aspect, if you go to the dentist and pay for it, it means that you pay for things that are not covered by (either national-which covers only the most basic procedures or private-which is not that common, especially when it comes to dentistry) insurance.
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Yes its me, I am alive. Feeling the heat from the explosion made me feel very alive as did the rumbling.
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Apparently you can set it up so your parents are paying, but they don't know what they're paying for.
Who knew?
Finished shovelling snow yesterday after a 12 hour run. Now I must prepare for the next snow storm coming in tonight.
glad to hear that you are intact, Freehold.