Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Thanksgiving Side Dish: Corn Pudding

Readers share their recipes:

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I have never had corn pudding before but decided to make this just as “something different” for Thanksgiving.

I was reluctant, at first, because I come from a very traditional family and I wasn’t sure how they would take it. To my surprise, everyone loved it and raved about it! Even the pickiest and most critical eaters loved it. The only problem I had was, since I’ve never had corn pudding before, I really wasn’t sure what the texture or consistency of it should be.

It says “pudding”, so I’m thinking it should be the consistency of pudding. But then maybe I was mislead by the directions on the recipe where it states that it’s done when a “knife inserted in the center comes out clean”. Well, I waited and waited, and kept setting my oven timer over and over again, waiting for the knife to come out “clean”, well, an extra 30 minutes or so later, it still wasn’t clean and I don’t think it ever did come out clean.

So, for those of us that are trying a recipe like this for the first time, maybe the directions should be more clear and less deceiving. Although this came out really good, I’m still going to give it a 4, only because of the directions and the extra amount of time needed to make sure it was cooked (as per the directions).
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# posted by douchebag1
6:34 pm November, 25 jonezy said...

a close "clean" shave.

on.

his.

chest.

6:39 pm November, 25 jonezy said...

he puts the pud in pudding…

6:52 pm November, 25 Dr. Bunsen HoneyDouche said...

Farmer Ted hoped he was in for a long night of "plowing the back 40" with these two. Sadly, the only crops he got to fertilize were his neighbor's sheep Dolly.

6:59 pm November, 25 Bob said...

Topically, I'd love to turkey slap these two hotts. Is that Thanksgiving-y enough?

7:08 pm November, 25 Sergeant Scrote Stain said...

Blondie's arm thickness indicates that she will weigh no less than 210 pounds by 2016.

And I'm okay with that. Because right now, she's a hott chick, and I like hott chicks. God only knows the things that I would do to butter her biscuit.

Old Bag realizes this too, and he has similar feelings about the impending weight gain, although for different reasons. When you're going to die within the next two years, 2016 seems like some sort of imaginary number. He cares not of futures or debts or venerial diseases, because anal cancer waits for no man.

Well douche on you leathery fuck stain. I hate you. We hate you. And you don't care because at this time next year you'll b eating from a feeding tube and shitting in a colostomy bag.

Just please, pretty please, don't wear your knee high black socks to bed with these ladies. Trust me, they aren't into it.

7:09 pm November, 25 The Desert Douchehunter said...

I see Uncle Jesse has another nephew running around Hazzard County:

Puke Duke

7:17 pm November, 25 Mr. Scrotato Head said...

Don't know about Corn Pudding but I can tell you that if you scrape the pork tubes of Lindsay Lohan and her lot, plus clean out their tattered rectums, let it merinate for a couple days in the sticky residue that's built up on Plinky's mom's sheets, Squeegie up the remnants from Medusa's basement floor after a typical Friday "get-to-gether", pop the nipples off of two overinflated silicone fun-bags, mix, and you've got yourself one tasty side dish of Porn Pudding.

Best served over warmed porch meat.

7:18 pm November, 25 BillDouchiest the Wild Swine said...

Boobies

7:28 pm November, 25 End the Haberdouchery said...

SSS,

Anal cancer is hilarious until your uncle Harold springs a leak in his colostomy bag in the middle of last year's Thanksgiving dinner. We thought the smell of feces and subsequent vomit put the day at rock bottom until we watched the Detroit Lions play football.

7:33 pm November, 25 bourbon bill said...

Corn pudding go fuck yourself. Vegtables have no business passing themselves off as a tasty treat. That reminds me, fuck a bunch of carrot cake. Bring on the real desserts and a new bottle of Old Granddad.

7:37 pm November, 25 Sergeant Scrote Stain said...

@ End the Haberdouchery

I cannot imagine the pain involved with being a Lions fans or Michigan supporter in general. My prayers go out to you and our family. God's speed.

And the poo thing sounds pretty icky as well.

7:45 pm November, 25 scrotum pole said...

Grandma Pole's Nerducken

Combine four chicken breasts, two peking ducks, one medium-sized turkey, four sticks of celery, two small onions a bottle of Jim Beam and six boxes of nerds.

Place all except the Beam in a large mixing bowl, arrange on a cookie sheet, place in an oven, pre-heated to 325 f (that's 167 c to you, Troy) and bake for 2 to 4 hours.

After it's done throw the whole fucking thing out the back door of the trailer for the dogs, go back inside and drink the bottle of Jim Beam and have a Happy Thanksgiving.

7:57 pm November, 25 bourbon bill said...

@ End the Haberdouchery

Watching the Lions on Thanksgiving is a family tradition at our house which ends with me too drunk to notice who won. Happy Thanksgiving!

8:07 pm November, 25 Vin Douchal said...

Traditional turkey dinner for us.

However, for my vegetarian nieces, I'm making my famous Vingh Douchalalalabag Squabducken.

It's made out of tofu and curry shaped into a football helmet and will burn away anything in your digestive tract ; cleaning out the internal nether regions of your lower half like a nuclear colonic.

The added attraction is a couple of them drink beer so I've got a Coors Party Ball to enduce draft beer farts.

Hilarity will ensue during the annual cigarfest poker game.

8:10 pm November, 25 scrotum pole said...

My Uncle Artimus Pole arrives for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner.

8:28 pm November, 25 Mr. Scrotato Head said...

@Vin Douchal^

Sounds literally vomit inducing.

Mrs. Scrotato Head is a long-time vegitarian and so doesn't partake of most Thanksgiving delicacies. However, she does valiantly attempt to cook the turkey each year, which requires me to hover around the stove instead of the tv, forced to comment on basting, skin color, meat tenderness, and all that.

With extended family filling the entire dining and tv rooms, the meal is eaten to the tune of "Is it done? Is it really good? Honest, do you like it? You have to tell me because I don't know. It's not overcooked is it?"

No complaints though. When all is said and done, Mrs. S.H. is always willing to let me doing some holiday stuffing of my own, and for that I am always thankful.

8:45 pm November, 25 Vin Douchal said...

@ Mr S Head

My family is back east so it's all in-laws at my place if I don't go back for the holidays.

Combine one part 6'7" I.E. redneck hicks, one part mothers of 4 children with different BabbyDaddies , one part rumble of noise from the under four foot tall crowd and you'll get the idea.

I stay out of the way in the kitchen cooking, cleaning, nipping Crown Royal stopping only to yell to throw away your trash so the old lady can "enjoy" the visitors.

The best part is the nickel-dime-quarter poker game that breaks out when the kids finally collapse from their sugar rush. You'd be surprised how much you can win with 25 cent limit betting.

Why, yes, I can break a hundred dollar bill …..

8:57 pm November, 25 Dr. Bunsen HoneyDouche said...

@ Mr Scrotato Head and Vin Douchal

I feel positively blessed I don't have to deal with those kinds of "celebrations". I do like cheating, er… winning money from family/in-laws but I don't miss all the bullshit involved. Nope, me and Mrs. DBH will have the traditional "family" pizza and will probably watch "The Young Ones" box set (just got and can't wait to see them), drink a little wine and/or beer and then call it a night. Goin' to get up early though the next day so I can go and get that Smith and Wesson I've had my eye on at the gun shop. Ummmmmmmm, I LOVE firearms for the holidays.

9:01 pm November, 25 End the Haberdouchery said...

For my first Thanksgiving away from the family back in Wisconsin I'll be laying by the pool working on my tan out in SoCal, just like the pilgrims intended.

9:42 pm November, 25 Mr. Scrotato Head said...

@Vin Douchal^

No red necks at the table but plenty of next-generations that should be on medication running around the house. This being Utah and all, I'm not exaggerating when I say the ratio of child to adult is 4:1. Love the nieces and nephews; don't love the spilled drinks on the carpet, plate after plate of wasted food (A f*cking piece of pie would be nice just once), finger prints on the plasma screen, pee all around the toilet (theirs during the day, mine as the evening progresses) and on and on.

The in-laws act like its a vacation every time they roll up the the Scrotato compound. Don't get me wrong. I "love" the extended family, but they tend to pervert the definition of holiday to the greatest extent possible. Trust the aunts to ignore their children no matter how loud they get our how shit filled their diapers become.

At the end of the day I'm mostly thankful that I'm the only one who drinks and so there's always plenty…for me.

9:43 pm November, 25 Mr. Scrotato Head said...

@Dr. BH^

Love the Young Ones. I've thought about the boxed set but I'm worried about the image quality. Let us know if its worth the investment.

10:05 pm November, 25 Horace Dangleballs said...

Don Imus is still alive and hanging with blonde hots? Who knew?

Julia Child proved that imbibing whilst cooking improves one's attitude about the final result of any kitchen creation.

@ Dr. BH and Mr. Scrotato Head

The image quality on The Young Ones box set is pretty good — but pretty good is a hell of a lot better than the VHS copies I taped off of MTV back in the mid 80s. If it's at a decent price it's worth the jing.

Happy Thanksgiving to all.

12:37 am November, 26 Dr. Bunsen HoneyDouche said...

Holy shit! John Denver was reincarnated as a douchebag!

1:50 am November, 26 Whoop-di-douche said...

One variation on the usual corn pudding recipe is to add rabbit pellets and beer to the mixture, as seen here.

You'll be havin' the hops later that evenin.'

l

7:17 am November, 26 Sergeant Scrote Stain said...

Sock,

I think you've had too much Ambien…

Or maybe too little?

I don't know how it works with you, let's just say you haven't had the right amount.

9:47 am November, 26 Anonymous said...

This gigling, rubber-necked lump of douche stain is clearly hiding a dark but obvious secret behind that 'please smack me' smile. Yes you guessed it fellow bag hunters, this pile of uber crotch rot is Sarah Palins gimp.
Shaved chest, stupid hat and full retard behaviour is how Sarah gets off. With reckless abandon our hero here tries to cop a feel on Tabitha's love bits while unsuspecting Tracy is about to be come victim to 'Croch Rots' piece de resistance, the 'soccer moms' drop and gobble.

Regards,
Douche Pitt

11:47 am November, 26 Steve L. said...

i don't think i can get the knife to come out clean either. i'd be too focused on making the knife "come out" with as much flesh, blood, and internal organs as possible.

wait are we still talking about corn pudding?

11:50 am November, 26 Steve L. said...

@ DarkSock 10:56 PM,

if i ever get married, i will endeavor to ensure that the future ex Mrs. L sees as little of my parents as possible. good on you, man, good on you.

2:41 pm November, 26 DarkSock said...

Sgt. Scrote Stain:

That wasn't me, dude; LlAeMmmahhH was using my laptop again.

4:47 pm November, 26 Cheadle'bag said...

This is Hipsterbag. I think he won a weekly. Where's Wheezer?

3:14 am November, 27 Beltman713 said...

Damn, I thought Jerry Reed was dead!

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