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I dig that favorable microclime in and around Brookings--I've been in Gold Beach freezing my ass off then drive a half hour to Brookings and it's t-shirt weather. What the heck?

Aaaand, now I see you were replying to someone else. Nevertheless, Tabitha King is worth a read.

Comes from her book "Pearl," which is excellent. People don't realize that Mrs Stephen King is an accomplished writer in her own right but she is and her books are well worth searching out. "Small World" was a little weird, but the rest are *chef's kiss*

Now now, let's not argue--it can be both!

I say, I say BOY, that is an excellent reference!

Perhaps if we built a really LARGE woodchipper...

It's also a city with a very specific sort of history--I'm thinking ICE is burning through its "fuck around" stage and will soon be exploring the delights of "finding out."

"Stupid as a fried popsicle." -- Tabitha King

Same here, which is why I employ the catchall term "disgusting kiddyfucker." Works for all cases!

I think the issue is more that these bosses have a lot of OPINIONS about how tasks are done, while not being capable of doing the tasks themselves. One wonders what makes them authorities on things they can't accomplish on their own. They'll take all the credit, though. It's irritating.

I love my senators! Although when I'm full of righteous rage over some new affront and the call is out to "call your Congress people!" I can get a little sad because I know everyone I voted to represent me is doing the right thing already. My dudgeon is fussy about this.

Internalized misogyny is a bitch, ain't it?

Now now, it also solves your problem of "not having a yummy tarte to eat!"

I use raw turbinado sugar for most everything and I think it's a really good compromise between glycemic index and baking friendliness. I like the way the big crystals caramelize.

Right? It's like when an escalator loses power, it's still stairs.

And if you set up a solar panel to charge it on it's even better.

On the flip side, I have a teenaged grandchild who owns and LOVES using a manual typewriter. Some kids find antique tech endlessly fascinating and I love giving them examples to mess around with.

I worked for a delivery company where that was a nightly job--we'd meet the plane on the flight line with its engines still running, yank our bags off and it would be taxiing away in minutes. Then off to the processing center. Repeat four times a night. Intense in an Oregon winter, I tell ya.

I never WANTED to hang out and smoke a bowl with my weed dealer because he was a fucking idiot and his house was gross, but he did have killer weed so...

It's one word if you're referencing a dumbass human. Two words if you're referencing a moronic (or voiceless, I guess) donkey--dumb ass. 😜

OMG, right? I'm old enough that I actually had the job title "secretary" and it galled me no end that I was fixing, proofreading and sometimes completely rewriting absolute shit from the dude making 20 times what I did. Profoundly stupid illiterates who run the world. Make it make sense.

Seriously, the Gilroy cookbooks are so full of amazing recipes they should issue a combined edition with all the yearly books included. The lamb shanks with barley is so freaking good people lose their minds, but man is it a PITA to make.

I'm a delivery person and that is my favorite thing in the world, to get the dogs up to the window by the door and get the most deranged shot I possibly can. It's the little things that mean so much!

Don't forget the raisins! *hurls*

My gods, just buy a whole canned chicken if that's what you want! Urp.

Say it a couple more times and you can likely get her up to 4500 rpm!

Add some finely chopped sour apple, like a Granny Smith. You'll thank me for it.

How about Transylvanian Carrots from one of the Gilroy Garlic cookbooks? Basically, in a skillet, melt butter and saute about a metric buttload o'garlic, add rounds of thinnish cut carrot, a bit of water and turn up the heat. Let the sauce reduce down and you get sweet, garlicky, buttery carrots.

Bacon is an integral part of green bean casserole far as I'm concerned. Also fried onions on top and preferably some cheddar cheese in little cubes mixed in. Wretched excess is how we roll in our family.

Oh, he'd hate me--there's this super thick oyster sauce I love that's pure umami and I toss it into a lot of stuff to deepen the flavor profile. I LOVE the shocked looks I get, "OMG you're putting FISH in it????" Buncha barbarians.