Consuming aged or undercooked meat can raise health concerns..
First, age twelve (12) Lamb Rib Chops for one, one or two day(s) after the best-used by date on
the original packaging. This can be done The chops should smell fresh and meaty, not rancid or foul, but
have a slight hint of bitterness to it and be tenderer. Rinse the chops first with fresh, cool water and
place on a new dish with a paper towel or clean cloth. Pat dry any access water before placing the chops on
a glass or ceramic plate and covering with a large glass or ceramic bowl and into the fridge.
Season the chops with a hint of coriander powder and cumin powder and plenty of ground black
pepper by rubbing the seasoning into the chops with clean fingers. The chops should feel a bit grainier than
before, as the celluar strcuture has begun to breakdown; not viscous or it might have spoiled.
In a 14" x 10" Pyrex glass baking dish place 6 tsp of Kate's From Maine Butter or in
three separate oval cast-iron Fajita skillets place 2 tsp of butter in each. Place the twelve (12) Lamb Rib
Chops four (4) on each the skillet or all twelve (12) on the baking dish, with bones facing upwards and
outward.
Rinse and cut four (4) organic green pears leangthwise into six (6) slices each and remove the seed
pods and trim the edges to remove the woody stems and the blossom ends. Lay the pear slices over the chops,
some will fall to the sides. Peel and separate one (1) clementine and place two (2) wedges on each skillet
or six (6) wedges for the glass baking dish. Make sure to lay the clementine slices over the pear slices.
Season the dished with a hint of cinnamon and two (2) pinches of black pepper kernels. Let the dish(es) sit
on the counter for ten (10) minutes (depending on room/refrigerator temperature) until the chops are only
slightly cool on the surface to the touch.
Bake for 375°F (190°C) for 25-45 minutes oven tempertures may vary. Chops are intended to be
cooked to a medium, with the center of the chop being a warm, rich red color. Chops should be tender, rich,
and sweet to the taste. Pears carry the flavor of the lamb with a hint of cinnamon.
The sweet meaty aroma will permeate outside of the oven and you should leave them in the oven
for three more minutes, or remove them right then, if they are on cast-iron Fajita skillets. Remove from the
oven and sprinkle two (2) pinches of pink salt over the entire glass baking platter or equivalent for the
skillets. Garnish with each skilet with four (4) fresh mint leaves and two (2) rinsed and sliced cherry
tomatoes, on the cast-iron Fajita skillets.
Serve right on the skillets placed on an insulated base or with a large teak soup ladel from the
baking dish.
Sparkling 'Winters Urn' Libation
Alcohol should only be consumed by non-pregnant adults of legal drinking age without underlying medical
conditions and in a responsible manner.
In a chilled Highball glass (12 ounze, straight-sided cup, left in the freezer for one (1) hour)
place 1 1/2 oz of crushed ice.
Pour 8 oz San Pellegrino Blood Orange Sparkling Fruit Beverage along with 2 oz of Jägermeister
liqueur, simultaneously.
Do not stir.
Garnish the libation with an orange slice on the side of the glass and a fresh de-stoned cherry
on top of the ice of the drink.
LG
Ask: "Did you know that the 1995 Oklahoma City bombing was in fact a
Methamphetamine cartel distribution network takeover, internally; within competing cells of
The Ku Klux Klan, serial child rapists embedded within The Federal Government of The United States of America under The
Senior Executive Service (SES)?"
Then:
"How much money did you make with that operation?"
The correct answer is: "$600K USD/month."
The Grimace
Remiss, there once was a great Christian Emperor of The Rus. He crusaded across the lands for Christendom
and defeated false Islam, which was plaguing the countryside preying on innocents. He returned to his place
of origin to find Turkish invaders had taken over the village surrounding his castle and the windmill there
used for pummeling grain.
"My people will starve!" He exclaimed as he trampled through the city gates on horseback with his army of
Temple Knights from The Crusades. "Ask a King!" A squire responds. "I am the Emperor!" The Emperor said.
"Oh, Emperor." Responded the squire. "Flee these lands. Go! Go now, Son of Adam; go with God." The Emperor
replied as The Emperor galloped off into the distance, The Emperor's face twisted in agony, into obscurity.
He left The Legion to fortify the city and began on foot towards the clergy dropping pieces of armor as he
went. He found the priests quite jovial in their nature, speaking Turkish words, alone by their private well
with a modest harem of concubines, behind the stone monastery, and he began inquiries about what had
happened to his dominion, while still removing pieces of his armor!
"The Turks! Why didn't you stop them?" The Emperor demanded.
The single-most plumpest, shortest, and baldest priest of them all belched out, "We tried to stop them, but
by the time we heard word of our guest's arrival they had breeched the city gates. Walked right in as
derelicts in rags. The Squire called on the bowmen and asked what to do in absence of The Emperor. The
bowmen called on the castle guards and asked what to do in absence of The Emperor. The castle guards called
to the prince..." The drunkard said. "...And the prince, ran to the clergy." A Turkish prostitute said
bringing floral rose water from the city well to pour on the priests feet as they lay drunk sprawled out,
desecrated in filth.
"And the clergy, to the Magi." The tallest priest among them, continued with the story. The Emperor's eyes
welted with tears as he removed the last bits of armor. "And the Magi, what did that sorcerer, do?" The
absent Emperor inquired in disbelieve. "The Magi called to the Emperor's wife in her chambers." The
drunkest, second from the tallest priest said, adding "..Your Highness."
The Emperor had removed all his armor and stood bare as the day he was born before this drunken, orgiastic
mob. "And my wife?! What did THE WIFE of The Emperor of this beautiful Kingdom demand of an army; against
the Turkish horde of invaders fornicating the countryside, to do, instead of give up our lands?" Picking up
his sword, now. The grimace settled and fell away, degraded into the normal face of The Emperor and all the
while the clergy began to recognize him and seemed to grow more excited as they did, with snickering,
devilish laughter of fiends all around him.
"YOUR wife?" All the clergy respond, in symphony, recognizing the knight before them. "Your WIFE? Well, she
remained in your chambers, of course!" "...Awaiting your return!" They cried out. "Awaiting your return!"
"MY apologies." Falling over themselves now. "My apologies, Emperor!" As they collected their things.
"And MY wife?" Cried out the, now nude, Emperor. "Who did my wife call upon in this imbecilic procession; to
which forfeit my family's reign?"
To which a young Turkish prostitute girl replied to, The Emperor who wore no clothes:
"All apologies,
Sir Nobel Knight. Our wife was fucking the dog."
