Yummm..steak with blue-cheese butter..
A good Cabernet to wash it down. :)
Posted on 02/26/2007 6:56:31 PM PST by blam
That explains the French.
I just love it when politicians tell you what they're really thinking.
No doubt Jimmy Carter will call for an end to apartheid in Japan. No, he reserves his ire for Jews.
Butter is good.
Buttered bread.
Butter on steak.
Buttered cheese.
Buttermilk.
All good.
Japan has historically been a racist country. I'm not surprised.
Butter on steak? Ick, who does that?
French people.
You put a big pat of butter, with garlic and parsely, on the steak as it nears the end of cooking. It is delicious.
The butter must melt into the steak.
It's pretty obvious that the bi-racial society in Japan tells itself that constantly to avoid the conflicts that would have otherwise ensued between the Emishi and the Yayoi.
Based on tooth type it's roughly a 40/60 split and might well account for several of their many centuries of chronic warfare.
They used to take this stuff very seriously you know.
That's doggone near Friese ~ as in "Good cottage and good cheese make good English and good Friese" (although the Friese spellings are different).
I don't know much about Japan, but given that they allow almost no immigration, I wonder if the Education Minister was only saying what others believe.
Yes, "doggone" would be the operant word for an English dish.
Butter doesn't count if it is made from dog's milk.
"Findings by American anthropologist C. Loring Brace, University of Michigan, will surely be controversial in race conscious Japan. The eye of the predicted storm will be the Ainu, a "racially different" group of some 18,000 people now living on the northern island of Hokkaido. Pure-blooded Ainu are easy to spot: they have lighter skin, more body hair, and higher-bridged noses than most Japanese. Most Japanese tend to look down on the Ainu."
This Japanese politician should be thankful he has butter. Consider "Hot Buttered Rum's" poor Flask:
Flask, alas! He was a butterless man
At Captain Ahab's table he knew not where to stand
After Starbuck and Stubb had both buttered up their grub
Still Flask, he was a butterless man
Now, he could walk the quarterdeck as free as any soul
With one eye out for Moby Dick and one eye on his dinner roll
But he dared not touch that sweet butterfat
For fear of Ahab's stick accross his back
He was short and stout and tough as they come
He could fire his harpoon like a sharpshooter's gun
But he was fourth man low on that Pequod's totem pole
And he could not even butter up his roll
(chorus)
He was the last one down and the first one to leave
And lucky if he had any time between to eat
With no gravy for his beef, no butter for his bread
He was lucky if he ever got fed
He could not cut his meat, he could not dish he peas
While the officer and first mate did all as they pleased
But he was fourth man low on the Pequod's totem pole
And he could not even butter up his roll
(chorus)
So raise your cups to Flask!
And put some extra butter on your bread!
'Cause you may one day find you're crazy on a ship of fools
Chasin' whales without no butter for your roll
Even better is a butterburger.
Yummm..steak with blue-cheese butter..
A good Cabernet to wash it down. :)
Amazing what a thorough ass-kicking can do.
Are we about to see a ressurection of the Greater East Asia Coprosperity Sphere???
If so, they won't know what hit them.
It's Chiffon!
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