Month: December 2025

Classic Beauty: France Anglade

Classic Beauty

She probably has the shortest online biography of any actress, but uniquely, France Anglade actually had three careers:  actress, model and singer — except that her four albums were recorded under her birth name Marie-France Anglade.

Whatever she called herself, she was lovely.

Wait… did somebody say “color”?

Let’s talk about her bearing arms for a moment:

Exquisite.

Final Bondi Beach Reflection

Terrorism

So as far as I can make it, the Bondi Beach Hanukkah massacre can be summarized as follows:

  • Muslim terrorist assholes open fire on some Jews having a quiet picnic
  • Uniformed Oz cops cower behind cover until it’s safe to come out
  • Some brave (non-cop) people disarm said terrorist assholes, some dying in the attempt
  • One of said brave people gets shot dead by an Oz cop who has finally plucked up the courage to come out from cover
  • Terrorist asshole gets shot dead by undercover cop, other TA gets shot by someone else but sadly, survives
  • The OzGov decides that all this killing is the fault of Teh Eeeevil Guns, and promises still more gun control laws…
  • …going after guns and not radical Muslim organizations who are (as we speak) training to perpetrate still more of the reindeer games.

I think that covers all the salient points, but here’s da fax for you to judge for yourselves.

Oh, and remember:  unlike the hapless Oz populace, feel free to arm yourselves against the day that this shit happens in your neighborhood.

 

And A Not-So Joyeux Noël To You

Behind Enemy Lines, Morons & Idiots

In our family’s Great Catholic Tour of Europe back in 2008, we ended our trip in Paris in late December.

Most unusually, I got sick — some kind of Frog flu — and so when the kids wanted to go out and join the crowds in the Champs-Élysées on New Year’s Eve, we sent them off with a couple bottles of cheap champagne, hoping like hell that they wouldn’t disappear from our lives forever.  They didn’t, of course, even though there were about 600,000 people jammed along that famous Paris thoroughfare, all partying like frat boys.  As the city of Paris made travel on the Metro free from 6pm till 6am on Jan 1, the kids went from our apartment on the Place de la Bastille all the way up to the Arc de Triomphe and had the time of their lives.


(yes, it was also witch’s tit cold)

I wouldn’t think of doing that nowadays, of course, but never mind because:

The Champs-Élysées has been Paris’s symbolic place for celebrations since the Liberation parade in 1944. This is the year it ends.

Paris has canceled the iconic New Year’s Eve concert on the Champs-Élysées due to security threats (by migrants; they won’t say it’s because of migrants, and they will never address the problem). They are at the point of no return.

Now the French will have to watch the fireworks on their televisions.

They brought it on themselves, of course:  the French brought Africa into France, and have discovered that in so doing, they’ve not turned Africans into Frenchmen, but France into Africa.

Telle stupidité.

Roasted Taties

Food & Drink

I know, I know:  “A recipe?  On this website?  Kim, WTF?”

Bear with me.

As always, this year I’m hosting our family Boxing Day dinner, only this time without New Wife to help with the cooking.

This would not be a problem, because I know how to make the meal of roast beef:

However, the one thing I’ve never been able to master is the quintessential companion to rozzbiff:  roast potatoes.

And without New Wife — did I already mention that she’s gone AWOL to some family reunion thing in Cape Town? — I was going to be in trouble because I won’t say my kids are traditionalists, but any substitution of other potato formats (mash etc.) would likely cause taunting, ugly facial expressions and perhaps even a hanging.

So these past few days I’ve been experimenting, bigly, trying out various suggestions and different methodologies until finally, I figured it out.  Here, then, is Uncle Kim’s Roast Potato Recipe:

Use Yukon Gold potatoes only;  just note that large ones will require longer cooking time — I prefer to use the baby ones, myself.

Skin the things, and parboil them for about 15 minutes.  I’ve found that it works better if you drop them in cold water and bring to boil rather than dropping them into already-boiling water.

Now, about that water:  drop a half- to full teaspoon of baking soda into the water first and stir until the stuff has completely mixed in (beware clumps), and then add a teaspoonful of iodized salt.  (There’s a whole thing about alkali water being better for the potatoes to cook in than acidic water, but I don’t want to bore you to tears with the chemistry explanation.)

Remove the potatoes from the boiling water, and allow to cool for just a bit.  Pat dry with a paper towel — this is important, because they need to be completely dry at this point —  then use a fork to lightly scrape the outsides.

Spray the potatoes with some avocado oil, and sprinkle with just a little coarse kosher salt.  Stick the whole lot in a baggie and shake gently.  The salt “roughs up” the surface of the potatoes, which will make them crispy on the outside when cooked.

To cook:  Set the air fryer to 400, or pre-heat the oven to 450.  Cook for no less than 15 minutes — longer if you’re using the large potatoes or doing a large batch of the small ones.

Do not let the potatoes touch each other in the oven:  keep them separated.

Take out of the oven, and allow to sit for a just a few minutes.  Cut them lengthways in half — if for any reason they’re still undercooked in the middle, just pop them back in the oven for a few minutes more. Then serve.

Do not be surprised if these roast potatoes take the place of French fries in your future meals.  You have been warned.