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.
Aaargh woke up with this banal little ditty swirling around in my head.
Rescued by McCartney’s bass line and the lead solo.
So as far as I can make it, the Bondi Beach Hanukkah massacre can be summarized as follows:
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.
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.
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.
Whilst idly browsing the shotguns at Collectors, I happened upon this wonderful piece:
Now, one might balk at paying $27,500 for a gun made in 1907, but one would run the risk of being called ignorant of Boss & Co.’s storied heritage. And unlike some other marquee shotgun brands (Purdey coff coff ) who are part of the Beretta conglomerate, Boss is independently owned. And as Boss has been in existence since 1812, one might assume that the London-based gun company is well-known to many discerning gun owners because of the excellence (“Best”) of their products. And one’s assumption would be correct:
It should be remembered, by the way, that it was Boss & Co. who designed and made the very first over-and-under shotgun, back in 1909 (okay, I’ll forgive them this heresy) so in this, at least, John Moses Browning was a copier and not an originator.
And Boss haven’t made only long guns, either:
Boss & Co. are unashamedly devoted to making a premium product, and only a premium product — hence the term “Best Only”. And yes, that premium comes at a steep price; but to own a Boss shotgun is to own a work of art and a piece of history and heritage like few others.
And that’s the reason why I think that the old 1907 shotgun at Collectors is an absolute bargain.