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The Hash Kitchen in Chandler, an example of trend towards hip breakfast places. Weekends brings a DJ, and the Bloody Mary bar is biggest such one in Arizona!
Hash Bash.
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Steve.D.Hammond.
After making burritos one night, there was a _lot_ of leftover shredded beef. So I made a hash with some shredded potatoes and topped it with an over easy fried egg. You can see the yolk leaking out, I guess I wasn't as gentle with it as I should have been. Quite tasty.
Hash is finally on his Obitsu body!
I also have my OOAK Fairy on the new SBH body, but her clothes are color fasting.
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Acting Hash Flash Pussy Wood recorded the christening of Puff the Magic Drag Queen's new shoes for our posterity.
St. Paddy's Day Feast, Part Three.
I fell in love with the corned beef hash they used to make at the House of Blues, and spared no effort copying it a few years back. It's big and chunky and full of flavor. And surprisingly simple to make, especially if you have a big restaurant-style griddle to sling it on. A couple of big cast iron skillets will work nearly as well, but they gotta be big.
Here's the deal:
Ingredients:
- A pound or two of cooked corned beef
- Two red bell peppers
- A dozen or so small red potatoes
- Two brown onions
- Bacon fat
- Salt, pepper, paprika
1. Coarse chop everything--you can decide how coarse, but remember that the corned beef will tend to fall apart on the griddle, so big chunks are best.
2. Bacon fat in both pans, a tablespoon or two.
3. Nuke your potatoes first until nearly done, then brown them in the first skillet. Salt, pepper and paprika to taste. Smoked paprika works well, but use it sparingly.
4. In the second pan, sear the onions and bell peppers. You don't want to wilt the onions, just get some brown on them. When the peppers and onions are done, transfer them to the first pan with the potatoes.
5. Add a bit of fat to the second pan, then sear the corned beef chunks. Transfer to the first pan when done. Yeah, it needs to be a big pan.
6. Okay, this is important: everything needs to cook together for a while to get the right hashiness and flavor going. This is where you season to taste with salt, pepper, paprika and such.
Now eat. I like mine with eggs.
Just FYI, if you go to the HOB today, the hash is quite different since Aaron Sanchez re-created their menu. To be fair, it's a great menu, but the hash just isn't bringing me back any more.
Rat Pussy acted as beertender at Liquor Check at the abode of Fap Jack and Pink Cherry Licker. They joined Rat Pussy and the altar due to their laziness.
Deadliest Snatch, Rat Pussy, Finger Nips and Dung-Fu Grip drag the coolers off Seabright State Beach and hopefully avoid any contact with Mr. Ranger.
Circleup for Introductions featured: Twisted Fister, Deadliest Snatch, dBASED, Ho To Housewife, Bacon Queef, Just Foot Pussy, Rat Pussy, Finger Nips, Pink Cherry Licker, Pixillated Obscenity, Twat Did You Say? and Steamy Baanorrhea.
And the hares... a well-covered Ho To Housewife, (she's always cold!) Deadliest Snatch and Rat Pussy. They turned SeaBRIGHT into Sea-BLIGHT!
Hangs Loose wisely positions himself behind harriettes Electric Labia Land, Pink Cherry Licker and Pussy Wood for a nice view!
My first run here- On on!
Hash Trash 103
As the day climbed towards its peak of 34°C (39.1°C if you count heat index), cars began to assemble at Timberland Heights, or as it shall now be known, 'The Three Hills of Death'. Confused by the glaring sun the cars assembled in entirely the wrong place, which was to cause some interesting interplay with the security guards later, but oblivious to that fact they assembled anyway and began to load up on water. Damn it was hot.
The Chalk Talk was brief: paper marks the trail, several checks marked with circles, one runner/walker split. And they were off, wheezing up the first hill and onto the wide main trail. Hare Steaming Cougar Bait was standing at the first turn to direct people up the hill so that they didn't run into the returning trail markers. He was nonchalantly smoking a cigarette which belied the severity of the trail he'd just marked. Lambs to the slaughter and all that ...
The trail strained uphill for a while, and then plunged down, down, down into a deep valley where the river could be crossed without getting your feet wet. Noname Hasher Giles was obviously hot at this point and opted for a quick bath. We snaked along the river for a while and then started the first climb. By the end of a minute, no-one was talking; by the end of two minutes, everyone was taking breaks and collectively wheezing like a asthma clinic. The hill went on for a good ten minutes, although it seemed like an hour, and at the top everyone looked very relieved
... Until they started to descend again, because as every hasher knows, for every downhill on an A to A run, you'll have to do the same amount of uphill. This time the downhill was short, but the uphill was a crippling 100m increase in altitude. It doesn't sound that much, but combined with the heat and humidity, it was really tough. Everyone took it at their own pace, and eventually collapsed at a tree at the top with bemused motorbikers sitting under it. Apparently everyone made the same joke to them: "Give me a lift back to home!" The bikers had apparently just come up the same trail on their bikes.
From there it was, uh-oh, down again over some amazing desert-like tracks with minimal grip and a crazy gradient, all the way to another river, and then, yep, up the other side. The trail eventually flattened out a bit and merged into the wide main trail, which was mostly shaded, and life began to feel a bit better. The final runner/walker split was ignored by many but the intrepid Momentai and Mouth to Mouth braved it to add another couple of km and another hill to the total. The rest got home by any means possible: some stragglers were perked up by Steaming Cougar Bait's timely appearance with bananas and buko, and some just chose to hop in a conveniently waiting ambulance and cruise the last 2 km. The last of the walkers came in just as the sun was setting and the circle was called to order.
This was the first hash to have been graced by the presence of either GM SB, or RA Gorf since they eloped last month, so everyone was keen to see if they still remembered how it all went. The Hares were brought in and had actually multiplied in number to four: As well as Burning B and Steaming Cougar Bait, Aphrodisiac stepped up and Burning B's cousin. Neither of them looked as sweaty or frazzled as the two main hares, so it was assumed they helped out more with the logistical side of things. "Shitty Trail!" sang all, some spelling it H I L L Y, which doesn't quite work.
There were a huge number of virgins, attracted by the wild terrain, and probably wishing they'd stayed in their nice airconditioned apartments. Mary and Sue, invited by W Down Under; Irene and Giles coerced by Joystick and Sausage Queen; and Richard, cruelly tricked by KC, and 5 others (if you brought the un-named Virgins along to this run, send their details to XXX, so we can log their runs and put them on the email list). Eight Visiting Hashers were also honoured and immediately forgotten, so send details of them through if you have them as well. Ta. We'll work on the record keeping next time.
Bringing the Returning hashers into the circle would have left no circle at all to speak of as the last hash was on Easter Day. So only people who had missed more than one hash were asked to step forward, which was still a sizeable number.
25th run shirts were dished out to a delighted Hash Relations Officer and 711, who had both been eagerly anticipating the moment for minutes and minutes. Its a proud moment when you realise you don't have a life.
The RA, Gorf, sprang into action and immediately brought SB to task for getting him drunk the previous night until some ungodly hour. Although he still romped home first. Aphrodisiac, as GM of the ladies hash and Backdoor Boy also had to drink.
Gastrognome was called in for getting lost on trail. Or was it perhaps an intentional short-cutting. Same result: a down down. Steaming Cougar Bait was then accused of that most heinous crime of spilling his beer, but apparently it wasn't him, it was Bypass pushing past. Snap on Tool and W Down Under were brought in for something-or-other and that was about it for the charges.
And then, a Naming. The hasher formerly known as Emily was asked to leave, and Sliding Door stepped up to dish the dirt. After some startling revelations, the group struggled to choose between C Tickler and 100 C, but at the last minute, the RA swerved to name her MW. So yeah, probably don't answer back to the RA when he's naming you ...
Eunuch and Hash Relations Officer were brought in to do a complex back-to-back down-to-down and assumed the position, actually managing to get most of the beer in their mouths. But at this point the light was fading, and the police were circling in helicopters, so we forwent the closing song and piled in the cars to drive back down the hill to the on-on, where it was discovered Burning Bush was moonlighting as a waitress. The food was much appreciated by the ravenous hashers, and the view was tremendous. Who knew Manila had stars?
Route Map here: www.mapmyrun.com/routes/fullscreen/86242751/
Here's a closeup of Ahhhto Bahng Stander's unicorn tattoo matching the one Pussy Wood has. Even worse that this though, does this man shave under his arms?!? There'll be hell to pay when he gets home to Germany!!
Cowgirl Hugh Heifer stretches out waiting on her vegetarian dinner to be delivered. She must hate on-on-on being held at a bar-b-que!!
Back-sliders Accuprick, Just Foot Pussy, Drink 'n Squirt, Transcuntnanal and The Arabian Goggler were appropriately punished.
Early-arrivers Princess Di(arrhea), Transcuntnanal and Pussy Wood stroke Poon Doggy. Pink Cheery Licker holds the leash while daddy Hangs Loose is inside grabbing a beer.
New Kids On My Cock said it's dangerous enough walking along this seawall with the water but feet away, stop flashing that damn camera at me!!
This section of circleup for introductions contains: Just Justin, Hugh Heifer, Pink Cherry Licker, Deadliest Snatch, Rat Pussy, Cum Fart Zone and half of Jizziki.
Wet Feral Pussy, Diddler On The Roofie, Electric Labia Land and Just Ciarra were awarded punitive down-downs for their back-sliding ways.
Circleup for introductions: Finger Nips, TIMMY, Pink Cherry Licker, Fap Jack, Bacon Queef, Just Foot Pussy, Snapping Twat, Occasional Rapist. On-out!
Cumfart Zone is a happy harriette. I note she has removed her chastity belt and hung it over her left shoulder. She bears watching this evening.
Plastic Pussy tries to play the gentleman and offer Pink Cherry Licker a beer. He knows, though, she doesn't drink the stuff.
The Pedofiddler, Pussy Wood and Electric Labia Land continued their antics as long as they could. Sensing the cops will be summoned soon to remove them, Hash Flash is getting the hell outta here! Goodnight from Trail 822. May the Hash go in Peace.
Transcuntnanal, Cum Fart Zone, Pussy Wood, Deadliest Snatch, Finger Nips and Occasional Rapist needed some help solving this check.
Back Sliders Little Anal Annie, Twinkle Tush and Barstool Bush were taken to task for forgetting us.
Circleup for Introductions: Occasional Rapist, Cumcerto, Virgin Minnie, Just Kassie, Rat Pussy, Fap Jack, Today Is Monday (Sorry EWH3 harriettes!) Princess Di(arrhea) Drink and Squirt, dBASED.
Electric Labia Land and Pussy Wood keep a close eye on where they place their rear paws on the railroad trestle as more than a few boards are loose and/or rotten.