A stew is a combination of solid food ingredients that have been cooked in liquid and served in the resultant gravy. Ingredients in a stew can include any combination of vegetables (such as carrots, potatoes, beans, peppers and tomatoes, etc.), meat, especially tougher meats suitable for slow-cooking, such as beef. Poultry, sausages, and seafood are also used. While water can be used as the stew-cooking liquid, wine, stock, and beer are also common. Seasoning and flavourings may also be added. Stews are typically cooked at a relatively low temperature (simmered, not boiled), allowing flavors to mingle.
Stewing is suitable for the least tender cuts of meat that become tender and juicy with the slow moist heat method. This makes it popular in low-cost cooking. Cuts having a certain amount of marbling and gelatinous connective tissue give moist, juicy stews, while lean meat may easily become dry.
Stews may be thickened by reduction or with flour, either by coating pieces of meat with flour before searing, or by using a roux or beurre manié, a dough troll consisting of equal parts of butter and flour. Thickeners like cornstarch or arrowroot may also be used.
Industry were a pop mixed boy/girl group formed in Ireland in 2009. The band comprised Donal Skehan, Morgan Deane, Michele McGrath and British Lee Hutton. Industry made their recording debut in 2009 under the independent record label MIG Live, and broke up in 2010.
The band had two number 1 hits in the Irish Singles Chart with their debut single "My Baby's Waiting" (25 June 2009 chart) and follow up "Burn" (27 August 2009 chart)
Lee Andrew Hutton is an English singer-songwriter musician, born in Chesterfield. He was part of the boy band project Streetwize, alongside Donal Skehan, Lee Mulhern and Jonathan Fagerlund. With a slightly changed Streetwize line-up that included Kyle Carpenter and Venezuelan Antonio Jones, Hutton took part in Childline 2007 charity event singing a cover of Living in a Box's hit Room in Your Heart. Hutton then went solo with a number of his tunes (like "Shinedown", "Perfect Bride", "Invincible", "Madeline", "Butterfly") until joining Industry, becoming the only non-Irish member of the band.
The naked Dutch painter does not want to fuck you
She’s got 17 boyfriends and an eight o’clock class to get to
She’s smoking hash all night with some coffee amaretto
She’s asking stupid questions about my groovy black ghetto
And the naked Dutch painter in the kitchen does not want to fuck you.
The naked Dutch painter in your bed does not want to sleep with you
She just feels like being naked
You don’t think you can take it but they’re next to you
She says, “Ghandi used to sleep next to two naked women”
But you’re not the Mahatma and that’s a whole ‘nother religion
And the naked Dutch painter in the bed does want to sleep with you
The naked Dutch painter in the morning does not want to need you
She missed her eight o’clock class cause she couldn’t get her ass up off of you
So you walk along the Rhine and jump back in the sack
If this is how they do it you ain’t never going back
And the naked Dutch painter in the morning does not want to need you
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The naked Dutch painter in the gallery does not want to love you
She’s throwing fluorescent paint accompanied by a Mingus tape that she stole from you
Its performance art porno under trippy black light
She left with her professor, he can stretch her canvas tight
And the naked Dutch painter in the gallery does not want to love you.
The naked Dutch painter in his arms does not want to see you
You are drunk and you are sore
You busted down professor’s door but he feels for you
So a wicked joint is rolled and mellows out your head
But you’re not feeling too bold when he invites you into bed
While the naked Dutch painter in his arms does not want to see you
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So now you’re on your own in a freezing pay phone around day break
You’re feeling so shitty that your calling Culver City just to belly ache
But there’s no body home ‘cept your answering machine
So you write a stupid poem about the freaky shit you’ve seen
Like the naked Dutch painter in the morning sky who hovers above you
The naked Dutch painter at your door says she finally loves you
But she said “I’ll see you later” when she saw another naked painter sitting in the kitchen with you
Well she seemed a little shattered and she got a little pissed
When she saw that you were flattered by the fact that you’d been missed
While the naked Dutch painter at your door says....
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the naked Dutch painter
the naked Dutch painter
the naked Dutch painter
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