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1. Looks like a giant bug.

2. Isnt Ace’s alternate ego, Paolo, the latin lover who seduces everyone’s wife?

Maybe he’s supposed to be an Italian guitar playing pepper?

See, if he was ‘hispanic’ he’d be wearing crossed bandoliers of ammo that wouldn’t work in the two pistolas he’d have strapped on.

and gold epaulettes, because, reasons.

Looks like a turd wearing a hat in B/W

I propose a possible alternative – fusion cuisine:

I know that Mexican-Italian food seems like a stretch but here in my city we have a couple of restaurants that are just as out there –

First is Taco-Naan which is Mexican/Indian fusion and the other is LA Burger, home of the Kimchi burger.

Pretty sure I’ve seen it used in Brazil, but they’re like that.

What’s with the food and water dishes beside the ludicrous sombreroed chili pepper? This whole image is “out of whack” or “completely whacked,” one or the other.

Put that up over here right now and the store would get burned down, along with you being sued for everything you have.

Damn country has gone mad.

I’ve been putting jalapenos in my spaghetti sauce for years ‘cuz I thought it was tasty, never realizing it was “fusion cuisine”. Is it possible to be trendy if you’re completely oblivious to the latest trends?

Criminy, Brits can’t even do cultural appropriation right. Surprised you don’t roll your Tikka Masala in tortillas.

A British pub in San Diego (pretty authentic, run by ex-pats and the local ex-pat community goes there for Sunday roasts and veg) has chicken curry. You can get it on rice, or chips. Which seemed ridiculous to me at first, but then I asked myself “Is it really possible that Brits would NOT work chips into it somehow?” So had it on chips and it was good.

Comment from gebrauchshund
Time: August 17, 2017, 10:58 pm
I’ve been putting jalapenos in my spaghetti sauce for years

I have, too. Tastes better.

Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: August 17, 2017, 11:10 pm
Criminy, Brits can’t even do cultural appropriation right. Surprised you don’t roll your Tikka Masala in tortillas.

That sounds good. Flour tortillas. You may be on to something.

Jose Jalapeno — on a steeck.

I live in San Antonio, Texas. We’ll roll up just about anything in a tortilla. Tikka Masala in a flour tortilla sounds delish. (not terribly different from nan I suppose.) BUT—there is a world of difference in flour tortillas. You have to search for the most tender tortillas, which are well worth the effort. My favorite filling is keilbasa sausage, with hot mustard and Tater Tots 🙂

I’ve had hand made tortillas which were then immediately placed on the grill. Mmmmmm. Melted in my mouth.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: August 18, 2017, 2:38 am

The best tortillas I ever had were hand-made at Bent’s Old Fort and trading post over 20 years ago. We were doing a re-enactment there, [and this is going to get the PC-types upset] but the “wife” of a pair of Black re-enactors who were portraying the slave married couple owned by the Bent Brothers who built the fort cooked for us over an open fire did handmade tortillas as part of the breakfast. And, by the way, it was not exploitation. The Black couple [not really married] were history buffs and volunteers like we Dragoons, and they were helping us teach tourists what life in the 1840’s [when slavery still existed] in the West.

Deborah, that sounds like a dish cooked up by a six-year-old.

ExpressoBold – dawgs. The bowls are quite common here, so people’s dogs have access to water.

Or, of course, customers who’ve sampled the merchandise without realising what they were getting into.

Some Vegetable–for years we had in our city (upstate New York)a restaurant named Pizza Adobe: Tex-Mex and Italian side-by-side on the menu. The chef-owner (straight-up Italian ancestry) claimed to have learned ALL of the recipes from cookbooks borrowed from the county library.
Really good food.
And when I was visiting my sister in Gaithersburg Maryland years ago there was a local take-out place that was, like the one you mention, Tex-Mex/Indian: it had been Tex-Mex, an Indian family took it over, and apparently they decided to try to keep the existing customer base while adding a new one. It was great–made for a truly interesting range of dishes on the dinner table!

I saw this link at Ace of Spades HQ:
https://twitter.com/tompeck/status/891601275418234880/video/1

Chutney puffs. When the English conquered India, the Indian cooks had to find something to appease the English palette and they came up with chutney filled cornish pastries. True story. Read it on the internet. You can google it.

I am NOT anonymous.
Well, it seems I was.

@Subotai Bahadur
Dare I ask sir, which regiment?

Full disclosure being a for-real Yankee in Texas, I re-enacted Federal here in Texas (“…Regulars, by God!” Co D, 1st US Infantry, cuz they wuz here when the “unpleasantness” came about.)

I see dragoons, so, Regular Army, but was that your main impression?

Skandia Recluse, one of the “fusion” dishes available in SW Asia are curry puffs. They’re like a cross between samosas and turnovers, puff pastry triangles filled with either curried meat or a potato and pea mixture.

Apparently they were a popular snack for British troops stationed in India.

@Steve Skubinna & Skandia Recluse
Hoy Hoy! That’s cultural appropriation!

Sigh.

I liked it so much better when it was just the joy of discovering other cultures had good food that we could eat and/or cook.

Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: August 18, 2017, 4:39 pm

Can you see the genius and money to be made by coming up with this? Same with pizza which wasnt much more than bread with some chopped tomatos. Sicilian chefs adapted it to what we now call pizza, to please the U.S. Seventh Army.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: August 18, 2017, 3:02 pm

Co I, First US Dragoons. [1833-1861] In 1861 they became First Cavalry. Although, the Dragoon tradition of being all-arms, mounted Infantry with organic artillery carried forward to the Cavalry, especially in the West. YHS was a Dragoon artilleryman, having had the good fortune to be trained by the person who was the chief of artillery for the move Gettysburg.

I qualified to both crew and as gun captain on a 12 lb. Mountain Howitzer, which is what the Dragoons were issued. It broke down to 3 mules. One for the tube, one for the carriage and implements, one for charges, shot, fuses, etc.

We portrayed at the National Parks Service’s Bent’s Old Fort on the anniversary of Kearny’s Army of the West entering Mexico at the beginning of the Mexican War, at schools, and at public events like the Mercado at Pueblo, Colorado. Co I was garrisoned there after the Mexican War, commanded by Phillip St. George Cooke. Cooke later commanded First Cav. and wrote what became the manual for Cavalry for both sides of the Civil War [I have a Civil War era copy, but I don’t know which side carried it.] It was interesting pulling sentry duty outside the tent of “Col. Kearny” at Bent’s Fort, carrying an actual period Hall’s Carbine.

Also, to help out fellow re-enactors at presentations I have portrayed Civil War 4th US Artillery crewing an actual period 3″ Ordnance Rifle [which had been captured by southerners AFTER the surrender and hidden in hopes of the South rising again], “Galvanized Yankee” infantry in the West, and a Confederate private in the 47th Va. Infantry.

The latter was for schools in southern Colorado with a fellow Dragoon who also did Civil War, 5th US Infantry. We would set up camps side by side in school yards, he a Yankee SGT and I a Confederate private. We would explain camp life, battle tactics in attack and defense, and why we were there. We’d show them musket drill and firing, and if I could borrow a 12 lb-er, show them cannon drill and firing. You can fit a broken down 12 lb-er, carriage, implements, and a limber chest in a mini-van.

Still have my Model 1842 Dragoon saber [known as “old wristbreaker” because of its weight] hanging from the mantle near the period British Brown Bess I own.

My unit decided to convert to post-Civil War 7th Cav. and I can’t afford a horse [artillery rides the caisson or limber and is there to lend dignity to what otherwise would be a vulgar brawl] so that ended my Dragoon career. After I retired from work, I tried to put on my old uniform and found out that wool uniforms and buff leather saber belts will shrink if you leave them in the closet too long. 😉

The only impression I’ve done is Federal infantry, rarely Regular, though we kept everything cleaned and polished up to Regular spec.
No need for me to have a Confederate uniform because there were NEVER enough Yankees, except one time in Kansas at Cabin Creek when damned if there weren’t enough rebs (and we didn’t quite know what to do when the spectators cheered for us when the Federals deployed out of column into the field…)

Most of the companies of the 1st were scattered across Texas, several of the ‘forts’ here were constructed by companies of the 1st, and the garrison company at the Alamo.

Everything from private to my one weekend of glory as a Major at Stand of Colors up in St. Louis.
I never DID get to serve a gun, and never learned the drill, though I’ve shoved a 10lb Parrot around a couple times when we re-enacted Corinth.
We had several guys who had the training (as they all would have really had since they served the siege pieces at Vicksburg and Corinth instead of serving as infantry).

I understand the school deal, we spent a lot of time explaining we weren’t really IN the Civil War though we had members who looked like they could have been and that, yes it was real wool, that yes we were hot in those uniforms (in Texas, in July…), and that yes these rifles really DID shoot real bullets, but no we didn’t shoot each other at re-enactments (heh, unless you were at Gettysburg in 98, and you were French).

I did a post mex war in Texas as if we’d been there.
After Monterrey the 1st got stuck in Vercruz while Scott stormed Mexico city, and were here in Texas when Twiggs surrendered the Department of Texas to the state of Texas.

I’ve surrendered the Alamo to the state of Texas 3 times in the last 10 years I think, it was the only event the wife would go to since she could hotel it and stay in San Antonio instead of an A tent.

I’ve got my officer gear, saber (made on the ‘Street of the heavy saber makers’ somewhere in Pakistan I’m sure), pistols, all my standard infantry trooper couts, a ’42 pumpkin slinger and 2 ’61 Springfields, one of which I bought from a buddy who needed the cash (and he kept his way more purdy than I kept mine…I was an often naughty private)
I think the only authentic pieces I have are my officer’s belt buckle and an NCO musket tool.

The hobby has tapered off rather dramatically since 2000 – real wars kept dragging many of the real Regular Army guys off to real service. I expect this latest statue foolishness will drive yet another nail into the coffin.

Oh, and boy do I ever understand that shrinking problem! I should have stayed a private, I weighed about 160 lbs then. The officer’s uniforms apparently add about 50 lbs to a man over time.

Small war story from doing the school presentations. Had done a good portrayal at a Catholic school in Pueblo. Fired a couple of blank rounds from the 12 lb-er [each only 4 oz. of Single F powder. Standard real cartridge charge was 1 1/2 lb. behind case or canister]. A couple of Pueblo PD cars pulled up. They watched from a distance, but I got the impression that they did not want to screw with any crazies that had their own cannon.

When we got done and packed up, we went to a restaurant and bar at the edge of downtown that was known for something called a Pueblo Slopper, to get lunch. Picture a 1/2 lb. cheeseburger with strips of green chiles and Chile Verde sauce poured over the burger. Pueblo may be a La Raza Unida racist hole, but they do grow some of the best green chiles in the world in the area.

Mind you, my friend is still dressed in regulation uniform as a 5th Infantry SGT. I am in the homespun and issue mix typical of Confederate Infantry.

As I said, this is at the edge of downtown. A lot of business types eat lunch there. As I get to the door and start to open it, a business woman type is coming out. I take off my floppy hat holding it over my chest, hold the door open for her, and say, “Your Servant, Ma’am”. Her eyes bug out a little, and she sidles past watching me and bumps right into my Yankee SGT friend. Gave a very audible squeak and scurried down the sidewalk at a goodly clip.

Also, it got real quiet when we walked in and sat down at a table.

My favorite was Prairie Grove Arkansas prolly 12 years back. Friday night’s we’d come up from Texas, set up camp on the battlefield, and head into Fayetteville Ark for supper. We went to a nice sit down steak place, about 14 Yankees, ranks from Pvt to 1st Sgt self (the officers at the time practiced the non-fraternization policy of the period Regulars).
No reservations of course but they got us seated in the dining room next to an African American family party of about 10 people, young and adult.
They were just leaving as we were getting settled in and a very pleasant mom leaned over our table as she went by and said “I hope y’all are planning on winning tomorrow,” smiled and made her way out leaving us all sitting there chuckling and grinning like idiots.

I’m pretty sure any self-respecting giant plastic chili pepper in a sombrero strumming a guitar would be Pablo, nay?

Well, duh.