I miss these days. I consumed Flex, musclemag, and MD every month for ten years.
Edit: I even put musclemag recipes into my fraternity’s menu was I was in charge of food purchasing/cooking.
I miss these days. I consumed Flex, musclemag, and MD every month for ten years.
Edit: I even put musclemag recipes into my fraternity’s menu was I was in charge of food purchasing/cooking.
Making cool food is fun, but there’s a unique satisfaction of making shitty ingredients (Aldis bulk frozen boneless skinless chicken breast) taste good
I’m about to test that out with an attempt to pressure cook beef liver.
uhh… why?
What’s wrong with searing, or chopping to mix into ground beef
Anna, you do this interesting thing where, if one idea is proposed, you wonder why someone doesn’t do a dozen other things instead.
The answer will remain the same: there is a finite amount of timelines and eventualities and not all of them can be realized at once.
Which is to say that nothing is wrong with those methods.
I have this one trick to make sure if never gets dry:
Add water and whatever spices/aromatics you like to a pot
Bring to a rolling simmer
Add the breast
Cook for 10-12 minutes
Take out the breast and chop up
Add 3 heaped tablespoons of Best Foods Mayonnaise
Mix it up
Enjoy.
Alternative recipe,
Add water and whatever spices/aromatics you like to a pot
Bring to a rolling simmer
Add the breast
Cook for 10-12 minutes
Take out the breast and chop up
Throw it in the bin
Get the deep fryer going and make deep fried chicken instead
I really don’t like deep fried foods or mayo
My inner glutton approves. Nothing tops well made fried chicken.
I miss these times. I remember having that collection of mags that you built up over many years and then trying to remember which magazine an article you wanted to re-read was in. I would literally spend hours flicking though then to find the right article and often found some other gems I had forgotten along the way.
Dad: I found magazines under little Timmy’s bed
Mom: oh dear god, was it girlie mags? I will wash that boy’s eyes ou…
Dad: settle down dear, they weren’t girlie.mags
Mom: what were they?
Dad: bodybuilding magazines
Mom: what’s that?
Dad: mainly pictures tanned, muscular, oiled up men in tiny underwear flexing their muscles
Mom: faints
Lol yer my mum did sometimes wonder why I had posters of Arnold and Berry de Mey on my walls. I think Mum was relieved when she did find a porno mag. All she asked me was where I got it from, and when I told her someone from school she just said take it back. ![]()
Edit: for consistency with the thread, here’s my confession: I’m a dumbass
Wife just brought me a surprise CFA chocolate shake as I wrapped up a workout. My dumb ass thinks “cool, I’ll just stir protein powder into my shake.” Powder everywhere, protein chunks that don’t fit through the straw, fuckin disaster. Just in case anyone needed another reason to keep nutrition and dessert separate.
A few years ago, there was a picture going around from Back to the Future 3 (?) about how we were about to pass the year that Marty travels to in the future.
Along a similar line, I watched Astro Boy with my son. That’s set in 2030
I’m preparing to make a meme now, with 8-ish years to work on it I may manage to make it mildly amusing.
There is a guy at the gym rn who is trying to convince his friend that doing high box jumps at the end of a leg day builds more muscle
I confess I am very tempted to give unsolicited advice
What advice would you give them?
Less advice, more like informing them that it’s not a good idea and that they should probably do explosive movements like box jumps towards the beginning
Why is it a bad idea?
Maybe training to be explosive when fatigued is a useful goal for them?
They said they were doing it to build muscle. To be clear, I did not actually give unsolicited advice
When he was 13-14 or so, my son asked me to get him a Playboy-type magazine. I went to the local Books-A-Million, grabbed a handful of tasteful nudie mags, pulled my hat brim down, ducked my head and checked out as fast as I could. God that was embarrassing. The things we do for our kids.
That’s a missed opportunity right there. You’re going to have your bro card revoked.