1 x onion chopped 2 cup orange juice 4 cup catsup 1/2 cup fresh lime juice 1/2 cup cider vinegar 1/4 cup brown sugar 1 tbl salt 1 tbl freshly-ground black pepper 2 tbl dry mustard 2 tbl crushed red pepper 2 tsp garlic powder 1 tsp chili powder 2 tbl Tabasco sauce 2 tbl tamarind paste 2 tbl honey 2 1/2 stk butter
Add the onion and 1/2 cup of the juice to a blender and puree until smooth. Transfer to a medium-size saucepan. Add the remaining ingredients to the saucepan and bring to a boil. Simmer for 25 to 30 minutes. Set aside to cool. Sauce keeps two weeks in fridge.
Lemon; I guess I could cheat if I had no Asian stores handy with this little sauce instead.
Not-Really-Tamarind Sauce
1/4 cup (packed) brown sugar 3 tbl fresh lemon juice 1/2 tsp molasses
Combine all ingredients in a very small saucepan over low heat, stirring until the sugar melts. Or, microwave it in a small microwave safe container on full power for 30 seconds.
Lemon; Should I start looking over my shoulder? Is my sky going to fall? Did I do bad? I hope I am not in any trouble, am I? Are you the one who is responsible squishing Paddy's head? Oh gawd, don't you be doing that to me it is hard for me to fit hats as it is. You would be doing me an injustice simply by not squishing my head! I'm sorry, I'm not sure what for, but yif you tell me what I am sorry for that too! Rusty.
Rusty, watch out. Your gettin’ yourself in a situation for a scoffin’! Oh, I hear it a’commin.
Take it from me; TB’s tattooed this into my brain. It has taken me a long time to learn how these women work, and I still don’t know. It is like we are all from another planet of some’um.
Anyway, our expressions of sorrow, apology and the sort aren’t as well received unless we can ‘splain what were are sorry about. No crawfishin accepted. Dang; politeness don’t’ always work with your modern woman. They wants more.
I don’t understand it, and I’ve dug the hole your in. You can’t talk your way out of some’um behaved into. TB says when I pick up a stick, I pick up both ends. I showed her that’s not the case. She said I was an oxy some’um.
There is a tv series here, I know it. It will have to be a unreal, reality show. No one else could play Paddy, Rusty, and Lemon. Maybe Tom Selleck could be Mass. lol.
We could make millions and that is just on the restaurant franchises that would spring from the show. And little Rusty and Paddy bobble heads. I wonder where that came from.
Boys, boys! Calm down. It wasn't me that got Paddy all twisted in a bunch! I don't know what he did either! Maybe too many 'ritas. See what happens when I get all nice!!! You think I'm baitin' the trap! Well, that's just not the case. But maybe I just shouldn't let it happen again. I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare y'all. Really.
Oops Sister, I guess that WAS me. I said that after a few 'rita's, I'd look like Paddy's sister, the twisted one! But I am gonna get my feelings hurt. You didn't make me into a bobble head. Wassup with that? huh sister...huh, huh, huh......
Ooooh, I likes you sister. But it seems I need your advice. Cuz these boys keep complainin' and saying they don't get us girls. But I am confused. First they say they don't want no flirting, then they complain they ain't got no one to flirt with. They say there's braggin' allowed, but no teasin'. Then they tease me, and when I tease back, they call me "mean". Then, when I say sumpthin' nice, they run around like chickens with their heads cut off, screamin' "The sky is fallin, the sky is fallin!" Talk about confusin' behavior! So...what's a girl to do?
