Homemade fish 'n chips and corn on-the cob for me. I usually have rice with my fish, but I have an excess of potatoes presently. 
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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"
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Count me in on collards!
Much that I may wish otherwise, it's another trip today to El Supermarketo for tofu.
Supper turned out to be a broccoli-stuffed chicken breast. Not so elegant, but pretty edible with a generous helping of sambal oelek.
Once scored a stash of tiny bottles of Tabasco. Each bottle is one serving (for normal people). Makes the perfect way to enjoy my omelette du fromage on the Monday morning O'Hare - Seattle runs. We got actual meals then, no extra charges for a coach seat with legroom. Want legroom? Choose an emergency exit aisle seat. Ha. And now they're charging for the privilege of mucho excitement if the FAs actually need you to open an exit.
I'll take the Tabasco. And collards and Tabasco!
Much that I may wish otherwise, it's another trip today to El Supermarketo for tofu.
Supper turned out to be a broccoli-stuffed chicken breast. Not so elegant, but pretty edible with a generous helping of sambal oelek.
Once scored a stash of tiny bottles of Tabasco. Each bottle is one serving (for normal people). Makes the perfect way to enjoy my omelette du fromage on the Monday morning O'Hare - Seattle runs. We got actual meals then, no extra charges for a coach seat with legroom. Want legroom? Choose an emergency exit aisle seat. Ha. And now they're charging for the privilege of mucho excitement if the FAs actually need you to open an exit.
I'll take the Tabasco. And collards and Tabasco!
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Nuts to one drop. I apparently use too much Hot Sauce. Impossible! My product of choice.
Some are talking about the need to use goggles. People are already starting to wear shower caps with their mask.
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That's really good with red beans and rice
There are times I've been completely blown out by heat. One was at a Japanese restaurant in Dublin
, one at a Mexican restaurant on Long Island , and once in Denver. Kind of expected it with Denver.
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Oh for any still following the sister tale, I've got a connection now and she's okay. Efforts today are arrangements to talk her on her birthday Sunday. There's a phone number that's gone lost, but there's her computer for us to connect through. We last spoke the last time we saw each other at our mother's funeral in 07.
The Louisiana Hot Sauce product has a way of tasting good without the burning heat.
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Cholula is like that, too Saved my bacon in rehab. SOS.
Saved my bacon in rehab. SOS.
Good luck with that. Start the ball rolling by saying mom always liked you best. Let it roll down hill from there.
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Good luck with that. Start the ball rolling by saying mom always liked you best. Let it roll down hill from there.
While that's brilliant and has me laughing ... I'll stop there out of respect for all sentient beings. And non-sentient beings, too!
Here's one of the best hot sauces I've tasted. Oddly, it's from up here in MA (and 5% of the proceeds go to the National Fallen Firefighters Association. (Stop me if you've heard this before.)
CHELSEA FIRE Hot Sauce, LLC
CHELSEA FIRE Hot Sauce, LLC
I liked it for the 5% charity donation. Hot stuff makes the crown of my head sweat.
This talk of hot sauce reminds me of cold winter nights. A bowl of borscht or thick cabbage soup with rye bread went down well.
It was the early 60’s, the school board dictated that homework was not allowed. (Teachers were intellectual idealists navel gazers that were about trying to mold society, not teach. But that’s a different topic.) With no homework, we played music. I remember walking home every nigh from practice in the winter.. Some nights it was fifty below in January. They didn’t have “feels like” temperatures back then, just real cold.
Combo amp in one hand, instrument in a padded gig bag in the other, I’d trudge several long blocks home through the snow from the drummer’s house. I remember the cold more than anything. That tube amp took a beating and never let me down. I don’t remember ever changing the tubes. We wrote our own songs, jammed, and did top 40. Those were money songs that got us gigs.
When I got home, I’d listen to a distant radio stations that came in better at night during the winter. Every week, new songs came out. There was no end to fantastic material. Little did I know that musically, this was a historic time that would never be matched. The experience left a warm spot in my heart, just like that hot soup.
It was the early 60’s, the school board dictated that homework was not allowed. (Teachers were intellectual idealists navel gazers that were about trying to mold society, not teach. But that’s a different topic.) With no homework, we played music. I remember walking home every nigh from practice in the winter.. Some nights it was fifty below in January. They didn’t have “feels like” temperatures back then, just real cold.
Combo amp in one hand, instrument in a padded gig bag in the other, I’d trudge several long blocks home through the snow from the drummer’s house. I remember the cold more than anything. That tube amp took a beating and never let me down. I don’t remember ever changing the tubes. We wrote our own songs, jammed, and did top 40. Those were money songs that got us gigs.
When I got home, I’d listen to a distant radio stations that came in better at night during the winter. Every week, new songs came out. There was no end to fantastic material. Little did I know that musically, this was a historic time that would never be matched. The experience left a warm spot in my heart, just like that hot soup.
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Yes, except that David forgot to add the line, "...uphill, both directions..." somewhere in that story.
Given our general age group, I think that's assumed.
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