New and Improved TnT Foodie thread

Sunbiz

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When this project is complete, will post pic(below from my recipe); it's a dish I grew up on as a foreign exchange student in the Dominican Republic.
The food down there is much healthier than ours, all organic; grown in volcanic soil. Place is like the garden of eden, fruit grows
twice the size; they actually have live chickens behind some restaurants...butchered and served same day.
This is habichelas guisadas=a red bean stew with squash served over sticky rice:

 

DarkWeb

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When this project is complete, will post pic(below from my recipe); it's a dish I grew up on as a foreign exchange student in the Dominican Republic.
The food down there is much healthier than ours, all organic; grown in volcanic soil. Place is like the garden of eden, fruit grows
twice the size; they actually have live chickens behind some restaurants...butchered and served same day.
This is habichelas guisadas=a red bean stew with squash served over sticky rice:

We have family in Puerto Rico. And I've always been told about how large the fruit gets. Oranges the size of grapefruits. Avocados the size of squash. Crazy :blsmoke:
 
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Bareback

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Haven't been to PR since Ronny Reagan was in office, but I remember the jibaritos!.
Substituting plantains for bread was a great idea. On man, now I want tostones for dinner...but no bananas on hand.
:blsmoke:
We always had live chickens when I was a kid. It didn’t seem to make sense to butcher ahead of time . Now my wife says “ we can’t eat the pets “ and she also said “ I just can’t eat something that I’ve looked in their eyes “ …. ohh well she’ll never know how good it was.
 

GreatwhiteNorth

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We always had live chickens when I was a kid. It didn’t seem to make sense to butcher ahead of time . Now my wife says “ we can’t eat the pets “ and she also said “ I just can’t eat something that I’ve looked in their eyes “ …. ohh well she’ll never know how good it was.
I'll never forget seeing my grandmother with a hatchet in one hand and "my" chicken in the other.
I was crushed right up until dinner time. Lol
 

Bareback

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My grandmother (and mother) would simply snap their necks, like casually while walking in the yard. I did not see that coming! It was pretty shocking the first time.
My two brothers were older than me so by the time I was running around in the yard, the ringing of necks was just a thing we did. You had to be fast enough or smooth enough to catch the bird. How does one choose a bird…. well you have two kinds of chicken, the dumb ones and the assholes . You can feed the dumb ones and eat them anytime but the assholes well you invite them to dinner right away… you don’t feed assholes, they feed you.
 

raratt

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My grandmother (and mother) would simply snap their necks, like casually while walking in the yard. I did not see that coming! It was pretty shocking the first time.
I winged a pheasant and wrung it's neck and stuffed it into my game vest, unfortunately I didn't do it well enough and it woke up and all hell broke loose behind my back. :shock: Had to take the vest off and finish him off. THAT never happened again...
 
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