Hugh Hefner's Favorite Recipe: Lamb Chops
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If I had Hefner's options, I would probably forget to eat...
well when you're spending that much money to get ladies to act like girlfriends it just doesn't leave much room for fancy food and yet you still have to find away to distract ones self from the inconvenient truths.
I was raised to look things up, and besides being a famous epicurean, rake, procurer, groomer and exploiter of young girls, Hugh Hefner and Bill Cosby were best of friends. Bill Cosby used to spend lots of time at the Playboy Mansion.
I didn’t realize that Bill Cosby had a famous cook book about 25 years ago.
Amazon sells copies for about $5 today.
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The legendary Bill Cosby, America’s most well-known comic, wants food lovers and over indulgers everywhere to know that they are not alone. Yes, just like the rest of us -- he is frightened -- especially if we've paid any attention lately to the front-page headlines and daily reports on the nightly news:
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I’ve never liked lamb chops, myself.
Lamb has a sort of skunky taste that I’m not skilled enough to mask or eliminate.
Instead I prefer a nice pork chop floured and fried in a cast iron skillet.
There’s not always a woman around to cook, and even a hairy legged boy can fry a pork chop.
I didn’t realize that Bill Cosby had a famous cook book about 25 years ago.
Amazon sells copies for about $5 today.
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Product Description
The legendary Bill Cosby, America’s most well-known comic, wants food lovers and over indulgers everywhere to know that they are not alone. Yes, just like the rest of us -- he is frightened -- especially if we've paid any attention lately to the front-page headlines and daily reports on the nightly news:
- Cholesterol Kills!"
- Cookies Clog Arteries!"
- Meatball Sandwiches Cause God Knows What"
- Repent and Exercise -- or Else!"
In this original collection of humorous musings and digressions about our obsessions, the incomparable Doctor of Comedy is right on target as he reflects back on his own sixty-five years of dining at the banquet of life -- from the hoagies to the stogies to every death-defying delicacy in between. Who better than the man who made an international hero out of a boy named Fat Albert, to aim his great wit, wisdom, and observational talent at our national obsession with food and our never-ending quest for a healthy lifestyle.
Bill Cosby is stepping up to the plate -- literally -- in this hilarious new book about his own lifelong cravings and snack attacks ... as well as his hopes that one day, sooner rather than later, pizza will be found to be a cure for heart disease and high cholesterol.
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I’ve never liked lamb chops, myself.
Lamb has a sort of skunky taste that I’m not skilled enough to mask or eliminate.
Instead I prefer a nice pork chop floured and fried in a cast iron skillet.
There’s not always a woman around to cook, and even a hairy legged boy can fry a pork chop.
I enjoy lamb chops with either brown mustard (whole grain) and an herb crust or blackberry glaze. Pork loin gets a spicy raspberry glaze. I enjoy sweet, savory, and spiced combinations.
Pork chops are great Maxwell Street style (yellow mustard, carmelized onions, sport peppers, on a cheap hamburger bun) or floured and coated in an herbed panko with either fresh lemon (pork milanese) or a garlicky au jus.
I don't use flour often since it's messy. But love the results when I do.
Pork chops are great Maxwell Street style (yellow mustard, carmelized onions, sport peppers, on a cheap hamburger bun) or floured and coated in an herbed panko with either fresh lemon (pork milanese) or a garlicky au jus.
I don't use flour often since it's messy. But love the results when I do.
I still think Hefner was a cool cat. A total meth-headed workaholic who got all the babes. What a life. LOL
Hugh certainly knew how to make a zillion in print media before that became improbable, I'll say that for him. He suffered from chronic self-consciousness. When he smoked a pipe on his TV show, he always looked like he was smoking a pipe for the first time. i think his way with women was mostly his way with his check book, the material goods. He left his daughter a significant corporation for sure.
Hugh Hefner might be in prison with Harvey Wienstien if he’d lived another five years.
I have mixed feelings about that.
When a young girl was invited to the Playboy Mansion she knew it wasn’t to write the good articles in the magazine.
It’s sort of like legalized casino gambling. It brings jobs, jobs, jobs.
The jobs are for your son to be a blackjack dealer and your daughter to put on a short skirt and balance old men’s drinks on her bosom.
And some old man takes in the money he pays the state protection for instead of the mob.
All accounts of inside the Eagle’s Nest said Adolf was kind to Eva and his dog Blondie. I’m sure the kitchen staff served the best of food.
Well when a thread about Hugh goes askew, don't can it...just drop in Hitler.
basically when he went on reality t.v. to take a big poo on his whole mythology.
I grew up wanting to be Hugh Hefner.
Then later on realty prevented it.
The Playboy Clubs, the Payboy Mansions, the girls next door nekkid, were just a sham.
What he did was legalized pimping.
Those lamb chops were bought with bad money.
There was a recent movie or series about Heffner, making a girly mag and coming home to suburban wife and kids... it was pretty good. Then there was one about a Playboy club going wrong, which was pretty good too. Mythologies, judging the past by today's standards... innovator and the love hate relationship Playboy had with feminism, then judging the past by today's standards... IMO, after breaking the initial nudity issue, they never really got to the dirty stuff, ha ha.
I grew up with about every female relative on both sides of my family looking like a refugee from a Playboy Mansion.
Pretty women are people just like us, except more narcissistic.
Female beauty is such a double edged sword.
My own mother said it best, that when she was young she thought the entire world was so very nice to her.
But when she got old, she saw niceness turn to pity.
Four.
One is a complete dead ringer for my mother and my grandmother, the others merely drop dead gorgeous. It’s sort of like there is only one Kim but the other Kardashian girls are pretty too.
My old grandmother used to tell a story, of how once upon a time in England, a fairy tale princess fell in love with a Scottish actor who danced with a lampshade on his head in the lime lights.
Her father was a Rothschild married to a Christian woman of noble birth.
She announced her intention to marry the actor, although it meant being disowned by her family.
So the wealthy Rothschild banker bought his daughter and new son in law a plantation in Virginia and stocked it with 500 servants.
They would have loved and lived happily ever after in Virginia, except war clouds came, so the Scottish actor freed all his slaves and with his seven sons fled to the brush so they’d not have to fight brother and against brother.
The mother now had a daughter as beautiful as she was, that she hid in the plantation ovens lest she be ravished by marauding bands of soldiers.
My mother would usually interject anout then, she wouldn’t stay hid very well in those ovens to run off with a Yankee cavalryman to Missouri.
And as a child I loved every part of that story except where the men ran off to hide in the brush. Seven young brothers and one old man really shouldn’t have been such cowards hiding out while Yankees stole their sister away.
My Grandmother heard the story from the girl who hid in the ovens, who was her Grandmother Hewitt, formerly a Courtney.
Both women, Ma Agee and her Princess Rothschild Grandma Hewitt are buried side by side at Gardner Cemetery with Pa Agee on the south, many years apart.
My four beautiful cousins all heard that same story, and my cousin Pam grew up to marry a man who is a Union Cavalryman civil war reeinactor (so she can wear the long dresses our Rothschild ancestor wore) and a few years ago they researched all this fairy tale and traveled to Virginia.
The ovens where the 16 year old girl hid are open to tours today by the proprietor of an antebellum mansion in West Virginia.
It more or less all checked out, except two things:
They freed 100 not 500 slaves.
And the father and the seven sons were all in Confederate service.
They kept the story in their family a sister had married a Yankee cavalryman and they never heard from her, ever again,,,
Until Pam showed up.