Pan Roasted Sea Bass

Looks like I need to get my “bass” in gear and make this

Savoring Every Bite

I’ve been having a lot of fun with citrus dishes this month; both in coming up with different recipes using oranges and lemons and enjoying their bright flavors.  My Italian market had some gorgeous sea bass over the weekend and what better to go with lemons than fish!  This sea bass not only presented so colorful, the taste was amazing!!  A gorgeous relish topping in a blend of tart and tangy flavor with a touch of honey sweetness really complimented this mild tasting fish.  

As I purchase all my meats and seafood from this market I’ve become very familiar with the guys and can always count on them to select the perfect cuts for me.  I learned early on to develop a relationship with the butcher and fish mongers.  Getting to “first name basis” and I find they will provide lots of helpful information, cooking tips, what’s a better buy for that day…

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A Hillbilly’s Cyber House Party: A Big Thanks To All My New, And Old Friends

I guess get off the porch, pickin’ up the cooler, and walking outside of the trailer park has allowed me to make some wonderful new blogging buddies. I must apologize, because I realize my sleeve-less t-shirt ain’t always clean, and I can rant like your drunken uncle who comes to a family bbq, and you catch him whizzin’ on your fence, on the one side of the house where the wood is stacked.

This whole takin’ the road not traveled was a result of the constant frustration that I feel when I see all the stupid crap that goes down in DC. Sittin’ in my backyard, going toe-to-can with a 24 pack of sweet Colorado Kool’aid, I am still smarter than the 99% of the stuffed shirts that claim to know want I want, and how I want it. I have preached many an hour from my plastic handled stump, to my constituency, Dude,Lucy,Hazel, and Lucy; My dogs! All the while Box Car Willie is tearing up a great hobo opera in the back ground.

So I said to myself “John” real name, I usually don’t refer to myself as The Hillbilly, when I am talking to myself. Set take the gun out of the left hand, the bible out of the right, and find some new material to write about for a while. Of course, I said this with a beer can in one hand, and about a dozen in my broiler. So food sounded like the perfect fit.

What a jackpot I hit! All you have to do is look at my blog roll on the right. I could print two recipes from each site, make copies, paste them together, and make some serious cash. All these foodies should have their own eating establishments.

I have also discovered some very talented writers too. I am sure that if givin the opportunity, you all could be very successful, if you are not already. If I had a Hillbilly book store, everyone would have a window spot for their writings.

I also want to say hello, and a big welcome to those who do not share my political views, but come here anyways. I am finding it very educational to converse with you all. See, I have received a reputation from some of those around the cyber-verese that think I amintolerant of certain types of folks. Which is not true, unless your life’s goal is to pack your britches full of explosives and blow me up, or if hurtin’ innocent men, women or children is your gig. Oh, and if you don’t respect the laws of this country, this chaps my hide.

So everybody is invited to come sit,party,listen to some tunes, tell bad jokes, itch in places that you can’t see without a mirror, and get in touch with your inner Hillbilly. I am proud to call all of ya’ friends!

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Martin Luther King Day, 2012, an appropriate message to our President.

From Congressman West’s Facebook page:

I was born in the inner city of Atlanta in 1961, when segregation was still rife, at a time when I would have been barred from visiting the very beaches that make up part of the congressional district I so proudly represent.

Just two years after my birth, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. momentously described his dream that one day his children would “live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but the content of their character.”

How proud he would have been on that November Tuesday in 2008 when Barack Obama was elected the 44th President of the United States. Clearly, Dr. King’s dream had come true. White voters across America had judged our President by the content of his character, not the color of…

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Pelosi On President Gingrich: “That Will Never Happen! There’s Something I Know.”

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So what does Nancy know? Not this by Byron York, apparently:

Nothing happened with the Justice Department and the FBI, but the IRS began an investigation that would stretch over three years. Unlike many in Congress — and journalists, too — IRS investigators obtained tapes and transcripts of each session during the two years the course was taught at Kennesaw State College in Georgia, as well as videotapes of the third year of the course, taught at nearby Reinhardt College. IRS officials examined every word Gingrich spoke in every class; before investigating the financing and administration of the course, they first sought to determine whether it was in fact educational and whether it served to the political benefit of Gingrich, his political organization, GOPAC, or the Republican Party as a whole. They then carefully examined the role…

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Put A Sock In It: The Thought Police Are Coming Or Are They Already Here?

While this incident might seem like a good piece of police work, it is not. Let me state that physical acts of violence towards anybody due to their race is wrong, but police saying that some chant in a public place is racist, thus criminal? Please, where will it end? Discussions of behaviors as immoral will be next. Church sermons involving the condeming of sins have been targeted already. If I say that I believe homosexuality is a sin, at what point will this become hate speech? There is no guarenteed personal right of “not to be offended.” If this were the case, half the folks shopping in Wal-Mart would be jailed.

I guess the best example I have from personal experience is with my alma mater and our mascott. Stanislaus State Warriors: When I was a student in the business department, we had Chief Estanislauo, when I returned years later and entered the English department, the mascott looked like an open book! Yeah, still a nogging itcher to me. It was an honor, and a symbol of pride to have the Chief as the mascott. He was not portrayed as a cartoon, nor as a goffy character. He actually looked like the real guy. But some light in the loafer type thought it was offensive. Please! I remember at the time it was a huge expense to remove the portrait from the basketball court, rplace staionary, and other symbols through out the campus. Then the chump also complained about the cost of a semester of classes!

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/crime/nine-held-over-racist-football-chants-6294266.html
“We launched Operation Midas after a group of men, who we believe to be Charlton Athletic supporters, boarded a train at Putney and were heard chanting racist songs – something which was both offensive and extremely intimidating for other passengers on board.

“My team of detectives have worked quickly to gather evidence and, by working closely with Charlton Athletic FC, coupled with excellent CCTV footage, intelligence reports and statements from witnesses, we’ve been able to move swiftly and make this morning’s arrests,” he said

Time To Split Your Gut: Hillbilly Humor Time

I was devastated to find out my wife was having an affair but, by
turning to religion, I was soon able to come to terms with the whole thing.
I converted to Islam, and we’re stoning her in the morning!
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The wife suggested I get myself one of those penis enlargers, so I
did…. she’s 21 and her name’s Lucy.
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Went to the bar with my girlfriend last night. Locals were shouting
“pedophile!” and other names at me, just because my girlfriend is 21
and I’m 50. It completely spoiled our 10th anniversary.
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Question – Are there too many immigrants in America?
17% said yes;
11% said No;
72% said “I am not understanding the question please.”.
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The cost of living has now gotten so bad that my wife is having sex
with me because she can’t afford batteries!
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A teacher goes around her class asking each of the kids,, “What do they
need at home?”
The 1st kid says “A computer”. The teacher replies “That’d be very
useful.” The 2nd kid says “a new lawn mower” and gets a similar response.
Little Johnny pops up and says, “At my house, we don’t need nothin.”

The teacher asks him to think again carefully as everybody needs
something. Little Johnny replies, “No, I’m sure.” “When my sister started going
out with a Muslim, I remember my dad saying, ‘Well, that’s the last damned
thing we need.’
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A man calls 911 and says “I think my wife is dead”.
The operator says, “How do you know?” He says “The sex is about the
same, but the ironing is piling up!”
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My girlfriend says she thinks that I might be a stalker.
Well… she’s not exactly my girlfriend yet.
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A wife says to her husband, “You’re always pushing me around and
talking behind my back.” And he says “What do you expect?
You’re in a wheelchair!”
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My wife has been missing for a week now.
The police said to prepare for the worst.
So, I went down to Goodwill to get all of her clothes back.
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I’ve heard that Apple has scrapped their plans for the new
children’s-oriented iPod after realizing that “iTouch Kids”
is not a good product name.
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There’s a new Muslim clothing shop that opened in our shopping center,
but they threw me out after I asked if I could look at some of the bomber
jackets.
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The Red Cross just knocked on my door and asked if we could contribute
towards the floods in Pakistan. I said we’d love to, but our garden
hose only reaches to the driveway.