That's absurd. Breakfast is awesome.
So if I'm understanding this post, if it were the National Prayer Lunch, you'd be A-OK with it?
I like the idea of breakfast just fine, but I don't like most of the foods that are associated with breakfast here in America. And the NPB is, of course, totally bizarre and creepy.
I have a frushi craving now. (Fruishi? Whatever they call the stuff at Orange in Chicago.)
So if I'm understanding this post, if it were the National Prayer Lunch, you'd be A-OK with it?
Hm. I guess I pushed the wrong button. I'm against National Prayer [anything] and also breakfast in general.
seeks to create common ground across religious, political and social divisions purely around the ideas and message of Jesus without affiliation to any one religious institution
Creating common ground across religious divisions: UR DOIN IT WRONG.
"Really?! That happens?!"
Maybe they get five dollars.
max
['I bet they tip with prayer!']
Amen. And then I found five dollars.
Did this somehow come up in relation to the wacky stories coming out about Rep. Ensign and his house on C Street buddies (run by The Family who sponsor the NPB)?
Hampton went on to name four of the men who confronted Ensign: Tim Coe, David Coe, Marty Sherman, and Sen. Tom Coburn. The Coes are the sons of Doug Coe, the influential pastor and longtime leader of The Family, the secretive Christian group with which the C Street fellowship is affiliated.
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But as Hampton described it, they also insisted that Ensign write a letter to his girlfriend -- later obtained by the Las Vegas Sun -- breaking things off and expressing remorse. Then, says Hampton, two of the men, Tim Coe and Sherman, actually drove Ensign to a FedEx office, apparently to make sure he sent the letter.
And yet, Hampton said that soon after ditching his detail of religious protectors, Ensign called Cindy to warn her that the letter was coming and that she should disregard it. Twenty-four hours after sending the letter, said Hampton, Ensign was with Cindy in Las Vegas.
Sanford was a member as well.
Did this somehow come up in relation to the wacky stories coming out about Rep. Ensign and his house on C Street buddies (run by The Family who sponsor the NPB)?
Yep. That's exactly why I was reading about it.
12: Teo's like a proto-heebie. Usually right, but seems to get laid less often.
I mean, according to baby count, if nothing else.
Francis Collins did one of those things? Ick. I don't have a clue if he'll be a competent NIH director, but things like this make me feel queasy about his being one of the most prominent scientists in public life.
I'm going to be linking to 12 whenever I'm involved in an argument here from now on.
14: How do you know how many babies I do or don't have?
Usually right, but seems to get laid less often.
But heebie doesn't tell us enthralling stories about it, with s'mores.
Not that I have any babies, of course. At least that I know of.
"Lots of people agree on"... godless atheists and their fellow-travelers, unfortunately. In a country where governors proclaim Jesus Day, the National Prayer Breakfast is sensible and moderate.
14: How do you know how many babies I do or don't have?
Considering the process story, I'm figuring we'd know. If not, well, that's just rude.
There was a cute girl on my tour today. I was hoping she'd come back to the Visitor Center afterward, but she didn't.
22: Are there etchings of the ruins there? If not, get some.
23: Yeah, that or a Modest Mouse poster, apparently. (AWB? Help.)
There are. I probably should have mentioned them.
24: Ha! Yeah, a friend of mine in OH used to make his intentions with young ladies clear by inviting them back to his room to look at his Modest Mouse poster. Apparently when you invite someone to do something in private that is clearly absurd, it results in sex.
15: Wait, what? When did Collins get named head of the NIH? Man, I've been out of it.
I'm not thrilled with the decision, whenever it was made. A few years ago (in the pre-trial phase of Dover, and when teaching evolution had been banned in Kansas, and when there was some mess in Georgia), I was at a general-audience panel discussion on evolution (yes or no?), featuring Collins, a Hopkins neurologist, and, bizarrely, George Lucas, plus a couple of other equally random choices. The tenor was quite hostile to evolution; the neurologist was vocally anti, the audience not so much asking questions as testifying to their belief in Christ as a personal savior, and Collins didn't exactly rush to evolution's defense. (Lucas didn't say much but looked very uncomfortable.) Collins was really alarmingly mealy-mouthed the whole time, much more eager to testify to his own religious beliefs than to his science. Not to say that he should have gone all Dawkins on the audience's collective ass, but dude, if the central organizing idea of your discipline is under attack, and you're asked whether you find the evidence for that idea convincing, and you do, then say so.
I suppose I should note in mitigation that he seems to have done an excellent job heading other very large research endeavors, which requires skills that a lot of research scientists don't have. And I'm cranky this evening. But grumble grumble.
a general-audience panel discussion on evolution (yes or no?), featuring Collins, a Hopkins neurologist, and, bizarrely, George Lucas
What the hell? Whose idea was this panel?
I don't know, nor do I know why any of them agreed to be part of it. The whole thing was pretty surreal.
You know what else generally results in sex? Someone telling you that they'll come to your place to have sex.
Is nosflow in charge of this week's story hour? I'll go stoke the campfire.
...Or kill the thread. Whichever.
Perhaps that was a pre-sex announcement?
Picturing George Lucas on an evolution panel has just made my night.
I like American breakfasts. I like pancakes, and home-fried potatoes, and eggs cooked just whatever way I want them, and waffles, and more pancakes, and ever-refillable coffee.
...admittedly I probably wouldn't like them so much if I weren't such an infrequent visitor. Whereas I could eat muesli-and-fruit or a croissant with coffee, all year round.
(Also, prayer over breakfast? That's just weird. Like everyone else, God is way too busy in the morning to deal with special requests. Wait for 11 o'clock coffee break and ask at the water cooler, like everyone else.)
But do we know what time zone God operates on? If he's on GMT, perhaps Eastern US breakfast time works out just great for him!
Waffles are great. They're a "fond memories of home" trigger. I think of Dad making waffles on Sunday mornings. Hell on the waistline, though—especially when covered in butter and syrup.
These days it's all breakfast cereal, all the time. I do like cereal a fair bit, though. But speaking of waistlines and breakfast, I need a new standard cereal. This stuff is reliably cheap at Safeway, but has more sugar than I'd like. Suggestions for something healthier yet still affordable?
Totally and completely off topic, and I am Becks style so please excuse me, but all of you in the Bay Area should be going to the Paramount in Oakland for their classic movie nights, if you aren't already. I saw Creature from the Black Lagoon tonight and it was totally awesome. 3-D, too!
Just give me coffee. I'm holding out for lunch.
If you have a danish with your coffee, does that make it breakfast? Because I just did.
I'm having left over pad thai for breakfast. You don't have to eat breakfast food for breakfast.
On the subject of religion, I was just listening to NPR's Only a Game where they did a detour from their usual sports coverage to cover a story about teh Big Lebowski festival. Some guy has created a religion and ordained over 40,000 ministers. It's Called the Church of the Latter Day Dude.
I both love all traditional breakfast foods at any time of day, and badly want to eat a lot right after I wake up. If I were setting up the societally normal meal structure, breakfast would be the largest meal of the day, with a smaller but still serious lunch, and a snack in the evening.
41: Takin' her easy for all of us sinners.
This is the first time I've been hungover in a long, long time. Boy does it feel awful. But the wedding was fun.
42. This was called the "early modern period" - you'd have been right at home. Well, actually dinner (around mid day in the 17th century) was the main meal, but breakfast could be pretty substantial. And the snack in the evening. Pity about the plague and the perinatal mortality and all that.
And you'd have small beer with breakfast, right? A golden age of sorts.
45: I always knew breakfast gave you the plague.
Stanley, aren't you like hypoglycemic? Wouldn't a sensible breakfast help with that? I get all kinds of low-blood-sugary if I don't have breakfast.
I love a nice big American breakfast, but have one about twice a year. Today we had toast with almond butter, because I finally, finally, found some almond butter with damn salt in it. For some reason most places around here think that if you are weird enough to want almond butter, you could not possibly be ordinary enough to want it to be salted.
49. Couldn't you buy the unsalted stuff and put salt on it? Even stir it in if you feel perfectionist about it?
I would definitely want it stirred in -- salt on top is a very different experience. I could but it would be a pain; stirring stuff evenly into something already as hard to stir as natural nut butter is not so easy. Also, I never know how much to add.
I could buy a jar of unsalted, dump it into my mixer, add a little salt, and power mix it, then taste and add more, etc., and finally scrape it back into the jar. At that point, though, you can see why I just buy something else tasty instead.
I'm reminded of the diner near us that frustratingly refuses to salt its french fries. So nice! The people who want salt can just add it at the table! Except that by the time it gets to the table, the salt doesn't stick nearly as well, and you don't have a metal fry basket you can use to toss them all together, either.
Stanley, aren't you like hypoglycemic?
Mildly, yes. I do tend to have a small cup of juice or something less juice-like such as Powerade in the morning. I think I'm supposed to be having toast with peanut butter or something like that, but I'm rarely hungry in the AM.
I was never hungry first thing in the morning, then Snark started having to have a little something for his own health reasons, and I've really acclimatized to it.
Once I said "acclimatized" to J/mes R/dfield and he corrected me: "acclimated".
57: Once he came into an office I was sitting in and asked after the prof to whom the office belonged. I said she wasn't around but that I was "manning, so to speak, or personing?" her desk in the meantime. He told me that "to person" was "to impersonate." He also came into that same office once -- this time looking for me -- and proclaimed "Miss Oudemia! I am here to offer you a sinecure!" I accepted! I like sinecures.
Has something happened to the style sheet for Unfogged?
So we aren't talking about the author of the C/l/st/n/ Pr/ph/cy, then.
Does something look different to you, ttaM? Looks the same here, as far as I've noticed.
61: Not that I'd likely be able to do much about it, but why do you ask?
Goddamn beach-pwning apo, who's probably helpier than I am anyhow.
re: 63
The font and spacing on the front page looks odd. Hmm, it seems to look OK in my other browser. Must be some sort of glitch at my end.
beach-pwning apo
We leave tomorrow, I'm sorry to report. Then back to work on Monday. I left in the middle of a complete nightmare, so I'm hoping against hope that other people cleaned it all up in my absence.
But I tell you, I could get really used to an expensive seafood diet. And I'm dreaming of one day taking a vacation with nothing but adults. Oh, how I'm dreaming. I'm here with 7 kids, age range: 2 to 15. It has not been quiet.
I wish someone would offer me a sinecure.
69: So you could laugh triumphantly in their face as you turn them down, "What do you take me for, madam!"
I really love breakfast foods but am in the camp of not being hungry right when I wake up. Right now, I'm drinking a Diet Coke for breakfast, even though my only dinner last night was beer. (I sound so, so healthy. Mom, if you're reading, I swear my diet is generally far better balanced!)
71: neb, you can wash my nuts for a nickel. You don't even have to wash my nuts.
Neb gets my vote for the Unfogged Distinguished Chair of Persiflage.
Big helpings of "breakfast foods" fortunately seem to go more readily, actually, with brunch, so that one has a chance to get one's appetite back after awaking. I wish I could go to Orange in Chicago right now.
Oh, agreed. Brunch is fantastic.
It occurs to me that my current job is, arguably, a sinecure. All the pressure to do work comes from the necessity to get another job after this one, not from any contractual obligation I'm aware of.
75: I was thinking of Five Points in NYC. Mmm.
I had an admittedly quirky rule of thumb in college for weekend dining hall food choices. If I had not yet showered: breakfast foods (usually an omelette). If had showered: lunch foods (a soup and sandwich, or somesuch).
71: I'm hugely fond of Jake Donoghue's self-loathing after he turns down a sinecure offered by his former mistress in Iris Murdoch's wonderful Under the Net.
Once more something had slipped through my fingers. Only this time I knew very well what it was. Money The heart of reality. The rejection of reality the only true crime. I was a dreamer, a criminal. I wrung my hands.
It goes on for several pages. A great bit of writing from a great book that everyone here must read. This summer, when you're done with IJ.
Speaking of books, I just read Borges and the Eternal Orangutans*. Pretty good little book, thanks for the recommending it here. It did make me want to go back and read/re-read several of the Poe and Borges stories, and I'm sure a missed some of the references.
*I read it as a respite from 2666, which is quite something and deserves a bigger discussion (Blume was reading it I think), but is quite the disheartening slog in one part. The orangutans worked great as a restorative break.
80: So usually two full days of omelettes, eh?
82: Actually, I much prefer lunch foods, so that was quite the incentive to shower.
I just had a lovely omelette on multigrain toast with mustard seed and black pepper. It was divine.
And while it is certainly even too late for lunch, it was my breakfast, as for some reason I apparently needed to sleep until 1pm. I have not been sleeping well recently!
All the pressure to do work comes from the necessity to get another job after this one, not from any contractual obligation I'm aware of.
Not quite sine curā if you need to worry about getting another job, is it?
Also, w/r/t the ways to talk about sex (or anything else) in an indirect way, the "Games People Play" chapter from Stephen Pinker's The Stuff of Thought is pretty great.
I had a pork sandwich for breakfast. Then I went back to sleep.
(Here's a link; you can read most of it online, with a few missing pages.)
Sorry, that's Steven, not Stephen.
My trainer tells me to "eat breakfast like a queen, lunch like a princess and dinner like a pauper." I could get behind that if "like a pauper" meant "large trenchers of yummy farm foods".
I love all meals equally.
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Megan, while you're there, I was wondering what your take was on this.
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If I hadn't misplaced my copy of Steinbeck's Russian Journey, I'd be able to share with you his description of the breakfast he and Robert Capa had at a Ukrainian farm. Trust me, it was epic.
I don't notice anything weird about the stylesheet. Hmm.
Stanley - is your mehness about breakfast related to being a vegetarian? Do you eat eggs? Despite having had breakfast with you, I don't recall.
Despite having had breakfast with you
Scandalous!
78% of the successful maintainers in the National Weight Control Registry report eating breakfast every day. Overall energy intake was the same across the breakfast eaters and non-eaters groups (a remarkably low 1394 and 1366 kcal/day). A slim majority of respondents reported always or usually/often eating fruit and cereal for breakfast.
This public service announcement brought to you by the Coalition of Breakfast Eaters.
A slim majority of respondents reported always or usually/often eating fruit and cereal for breakfast.
Whereas a fat majority ate bacon and eggs and fried bread.
96:Yeah, out of my periodic Atkinism I know that many small meals, especially including breakfast, simulates the metabolism for more effective fat & carb burning. Yet I have never been able to do it.
Course Atkins also tells you to quit coffee.
98.2. I'd rather be fat than have Alzheimers. I bet most people would.
I tried to follow the "eat breakfast like a king" advice, but putting on the purple robes and crown every morning started to seem like a waste of time, and I realized that hiring the servants and constructing the throne in the kitchen would be prohibitively expensive.
91: The two species were once both considered subspecies of a common Tiger Salamander species (not too surprising given that the hybrids are able to sexually reproduce). Overall, the California species has been far more threatened by loss of habitat due to humans than the introduction.
is your mehness about breakfast related to being a vegetarian? Do you eat eggs?
I don't think it's a vegetarian thing. I do eat eggs, and I sometimes have omelettes. But I'm much more likely to opt for lunchtime foods. If memory serves, I got a veggie sub on the occasion you reference.
Slightly underripe plums are the best!
The best traditional breakfast food for vegetarians (or anybody else) is masala dhosas. Sadly they're not traditional in the United States or Britain.
Sadly they're not traditional in the United States or Britain.
So, so, sad. AFAIK, there are only two places to get dosas in SF, and both are a good half-hour from me via transit.
I'm planning to have breakfast here as often as possible in August.
I have some coconut in the freezer, all carefully extracted from its shell, waiting to be turned into fresh coconut chutney (mmmmm) but I just don't know what I'll eat it with, since what I will really want is a dosa, and I am not going to make myself a dosa.
I'd complain about the hegemony of Tandoori cuisine, but I actually rather like naan. I suppose I have access to enough to enough good food that I oughtn't complain too much. Off to the Ferry Building!
But in a better universe SuperTamil Inc. would deliver fresh dhosas from 7:00 to 12:00 every morning. (If I hit the rollover lottery, pt. XLVII)...
49: Speaking of almond butter, you know what's delicious? A sandwich consisting of toasted sourdough, almond butter (raw tastes best, oddly enough), and fresh sorrel.
Dosas are also delicious, of course.
We had some great dosas with great coconut chutney at one of the first Austin meet-ups.
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The good people of Pitchfork are making available Be Here to Love Me, the TvZ documentary, for free, for a week.
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49: Speaking of almond butter, you know what's delicious? A sandwich consisting of toasted sourdough, almond butter (raw tastes best, oddly enough), and fresh sorrel.
Really! I will have to give it a try.
91: I'm a bit worried that the superpredator got Megan.
Score me for "likes breakfast foods, doesn't have a morning appetite." If I'm going to a breakfast buffet (haven't been in years, but this one is nice in an old-fashioned, decadent way), I have to make a point of eating an apple or something as soon as I get up; this activates my digestion, so I'm pretty much ravenous an hour or two later. But most mornings I just eat a bit of breakfast, and often go til noon without consuming anything but water.
I might add that, based on this, the whole "eating breakfast aids weight loss" concept is bunk, because I go through phases both ways, and never see any weight change (or even noticeable difference in total daily caloric intake). What I eat for breakfast doesn't make a significant difference in how much I eat for lunch.
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I have no idea what Iris is narrating next door, but it involves someone getting "all their guns, swords, and lightsabers, and plunging them into their eyes." Egad.
I might add that lightsabers haven't come up in this household since she was maybe 3. But I trust that her little cronies talk about them.
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I've been on a big granola and yogurt kick lately. I have one every year around berry season.
I realized that hiring the servants and constructing the throne in the kitchen would be prohibitively expensive.
That's why you have children.
I have no idea what Iris is narrating next door, but it involves someone getting "all their guns, swords, and lightsabers, and plunging them into their eyes." Egad.
Maybe she's updating the Iliad.
108: coconut chutney works well with pita chips, just don't make the chips with a strong olive oil....
Somewhere my daughter learned a fun game she calls "Fight" which involves two people hitting each other with sticks. She'll bounce up to me all enthused with a stick in her hand and say "Daddy! Let's play Fight!" that's when I realize she'd have been better off raised by wolves.
113: Thanks, neb! I hope ogged (pbuh), given his fervor for TvZ, somehow finds out about this if he doesn't know already.
114: Sorrel seems to lose a lot of its zing the longer it's been cut. If you can grow some yourself, or get some from a farmer that was cut that day, that makes the best almond butter & sorrel sandwich.
(While the above is completely true, I'm really just trying to cover my ass in case you don't end up liking it: "Obviously, your sorrel wasn't fresh enough, redfox. Tut tut.")
Oh, sorry! I'd ducked in and out. Sorry I missed your question. My thoughts are the pretty standard "WHOA! scary looking salamander! and Superwide Jaws! with extra layers of teeth!". Keep those away from me.
For the ethical question about protecting the hybrid, since I am not plagued by philosophical questions and deeper second thoughts like some people, I'd likely go with the first thought on my mind, which is that I'd choose the natives over an (endangered in its source territory) imported species or its hybrid descendants. I don't know how that would be implemented, though.
get some from a farmer that was cut that day
The blood of the farmers shall water the meadows of Austin!
The blood of the farmers shall water the meadows of Austin!
Austin is kind of like Omelas in that way.
Course Atkins also tells you to quit coffee.
Well, fuck a bunch of Atkins, then. I'd rather stay fat.
113:A superb documentary. Already knew TvZ, the doc turned me on to Guy Clark.
I remember many things from it, but an early scene with TcZ walking around his yard with wife, dog, rifle in one hand and a half-gallon of bourbon in the other amazed me.
****Spoiler****
And at the end, after being too dissipated to finish his last studio album, and being hospitalized for some drinking-related collapse, TvZ is discharged and his wife has a bottle in the car waiting for him. TvZ goes to the apartment, sits in his easy chair, starts drinking, and dies in the night.
Damn, that movie looks good (I'm at work and could only watch the first ten minutes with the sound off; will have to come back to it later).
Steve Earl was on Sound Opinions recently and told a story about a particularly low point in his addiction when Townes showed up to lecture him about his use and make sure he was using clean needles. You can understand why Earl, at least, felt he needed to leave Texas to stay clean.
Steve Earle was supposed to play a free concert at one of the parks here this Friday, but the website no longer has him listed. His very recent TvZ tribute album is pretty damn good if you're a fan of either one of them.
Really? I listened to one track off it and thought it was kind of bad.
Guy Clark's "Anyhow I Love You" is such a beautiful song. I heard about it on 'Smasher's blog a few years ago.
There are some unexpected entities in the thank-yous to that film: Stephen Malkmus, Mogwai, the Fiery Furnaces?
Maybe they gave money or studio access or something.
On the original topic, I wrote my congressman. He's going to try to have the prayer breakfast replaced with an award ceremony for the largest bonus paid by biggest recipient of bailout funds. If they CEO of the awarding company can, while keeping a straight face, use the phrase 'necessary for retaining talented individuals', they get to take up to 15 words out of the tax code.
So, your welcome.
Your welcome mat. I think he wants you to give it to him as a reward.
Still fewer typos than my congressman.
Did Steve Earle sing Guitar Town? I think so. I love that song.
There was a photo booth at the wedding last night. After it took your four photos, the screen read "Your're photos will be ready shortly." I thought that was creatively wrong.
I don't really like eating breakfast foods, and I'm not hungry when I wake up, so everything is copesetic in my world, thanks.
Huh, I do like Guitar Town, but now I find his voice a little annoying.
Hey Heebie, would you like company keeping this thread alive?
142: Probably programmed by someone nosflow pissed off, and now they're trolling the wedding circuit just waiting for a wedding where he happens to be in attendance. Then, his head explodes.
As revenge plans go, it's really rather inefficient.
Stanley's company is worth the spoilt joke.
I just like to see my name clutter up the sidebar.
Except now there's a baby who wants to suckle at my teet, so I'll resume lurkishness.
I like both breakfast and breakfast foods, so I am also Velocity Girl.
My one great weakness is that I like both sweet and savory breakfast dishes and so face a might dilemma when eating out.
Actually I have lots of great weaknesses.
I like both sweet and savory breakfast dishes
The Sausage McGriddle died for your sins.
Keep thread going? Jean Seberg programming bloc on Turner classic onight. Mouse that Roared, In the French Style, Lilith, Bonjour Tristesse, Paint Your Wagon. Only Lilith is good, Mouse is okay. Watching for French Style, which I haven't seen before, and isn't available on DVD or tape.
Franch Style is filmed in b & w, and has the look of the British "kitchen sink" films of the era. Reviews call it "gritty" but I think it may be cheaper flm stock and lack of depth-of-field.
There's is a scene in "Mouse" that a reviewer called "risque" Seberg is wearing a very baggy t-shirt without a bra, moves against Sellars' back, and grabs her shirt at the back to tighten the front. Could they do that in 1959? Funniest thing:Sellars is wearing chainmail.
158: When my Netflix arrived today I thought, why did I order Out of the Past? I'm guessing this thread had something to do with it.
Waffles, man..... Waffles with butter and maple syrup on top and scrapple on the side and a nice glass of OJ to drink. Hell yeah.
Dosas available all over everywhere hereabouts, but I'm quite sick of them. Not so much the dosa as the always-the-same sauces that come with them. City to city, restaurant to restaurant, hardly any difference whatsoever. Nice the first time, hateful the tenth.
161: That's surprising, because my fairly limited dosa experience has feature a variety of sambhars.
Now chapatis, those are always served with the same damn chutneys.
Well, to be more precise, the same 6 or 7 sambars. Still.
I need food when I get up, so I always eat breakfast. I also really really love all the traditional breakfast foods. However, I only really love them when I have the time to eat them in leisure. If I don't have said time, it's just toast or cereal or something relatively quick, sometimes just a banana.
And to tie this in with the discussion of oats in an earlier thread, I did steel cut oats for a long time, but now I've taken to cooking down whole oat groats. They take a while to cook, so I cook down a week's supply on the weekend so that on workday mornings I just can scoop some into a bowl, heat it up if I want it hot, add some yogurt and fruit and nuts, and I'm good to go.
I love breakfast. There's something about the taste of my own warm piss, splashing around my mouth and face as contort myself to get into position that really gets me ready for the work day.
Dropped a comma there. Haha, slippery!
Your oat groat challenge intrigues me.
Otto upthread was looking for a new cereal. If they have TJs in your area they have some nifty not-too-sweet and reasonably heathy granola. The one I'm eating lately is some unwieldy like "nine whole grains crunch cereal", but it's this delicious amalgam of kashi and granola. No piss though.
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In the French Style was pretty good. All American girl tries Paris and fails. Maybe the best acting I have seen Seberg achieve. Intelligent, sophisticated adult movie.
Irwin Shaw wrote and produced it. Especially in his short stories, Shaw managed a weary expatriate cynicism that is just barely sub-Hemingway. But I'm gonna like an American that left the country in 1951 and stayed away til 1976.
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168: We've been making granola a couple of times a month for the last year or so. It's actually not much work, and while not all that much cheaper (with the stuff we use) than premade, it's a huge gain in taste.
I just buy those Nature Valley granola bars and crumble them up.
Thanks for the granola recs. I haven't done a thorough examination of the TJ's cereal offerings in awhile, probably worth revisiting.
And Sifu, you better enjoy your piss-drinking times now. I hear chicks totally crack down on that stuff once you've tied the knot.
Dammit, I was out with AWB and my ex tonight, and AWB and I had a vegetarian dinner so of course now I'm hungry, and I'd love to make waffles tomorrow morning except there are very few things more depressing than making waffles for yourself alone, and, well, the only other person I really make waffles for is the ex, who caught a cab home. I bought a quart of maple syrup from a farmer in Massachusetts last week that I'm dying to use, too.
Dosas available all over everywhere hereabouts, but I'm quite sick of them. Not so much the dosa as the always-the-same sauces that come with them. City to city, restaurant to restaurant, hardly any difference whatsoever. Nice the first time, hateful the tenth.
Would that be the green one, the red one, and the brown one? The same sauces that come with the inedible crunchy pepper bread?
I buy a 3-kilo bag of muesli base (rolled oats, rye, and wheat) and make my own muesli: 6 parts muesli base to 1 part a mix of dried fruit, nuts, flaked toasted coconut, and 1 very sweet oat/almond/honey cluster mix which is the only "added sugar" element of the muesli.
My basic breakfast is fresh fruit diced, the muesli mix poured over the fruit, top up the bowl with fruit juice. Delicious, and requires minimal actual thought in the mornings.
Would that be the green one, the red one, and the brown one? The same sauces that come with the inedible crunchy pepper bread?
They include green and red, but there are usually several; I don't know what any of them are except masala (yellow) and something dairy-based (white). I'm not sure what you mean about pepper bread; if you mean papadam, maybe, although that's usually a side with lunch. Lunch uses the exact same sauces plus a few extras in the same vein, and with rice instead of (just) dosa / vada / pongal / puri.
here are very few things more depressing than making waffles for yourself alone
Making waffles for yourself alone while naked, crying and covered in bruises and mud, for one.
179: They make waffles at Burning Man?
175: You know how I'm always crashing on your couch? Well, let it be known that anytime you want to make me waffles in the morning, I will eat them.
Ah yes, searching for "papadam" brought pictures of the inedible pepper bread. And its two standard sauces!
It's never on the menu, they just bring it to us, so I don't know what it's called.
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Over dinner last night, my wife tells me the following story: a friend of hers has a teenage son (will be in 9th grade in the fall) who, despite the lack of any discernible athletic ability, is on the football team at his school, and has been attending his school's summer football camp. There is apparently a tradition of light hazing at football camp--drinking tabasco sauce, being wedged a closet and doused with spray deodorant, that kind of thing. This summer the hazing consisted of forcing the freshmen to sit on the juniors' laps (or vice versa, this point is confused) while they all watched porn.
My wife's big takeaway? "And according to [friend's son], none of the porn movies they watched had puns in the title! They were all called, like, 'The Adventurer," or 'Summer Nights.' Or, wait, maybe Summer Nights was the star."
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Yeah, I think puns in the title went out with having actual plots. Maybe 20 years ago?
Hm, I was told you don't put any sauces on it - but then I never received it as a dish in itself, only alongside the more substantial stuff.
They're quite commonly used as a kind of pre-starter, like the dish of olives in a Turkish gaff, but I've never heard of them forcing you to have the kind with pepper in - standardly they're simply a gram flour dough, rolled out, dried and flash fried.
And not even the cheapest place in Britain would get away with only offering two relishes.
I would happily eat a masala dosa or an unfilled dosa with coconut chutney and some mixed or mango achar every single day. I would definitely not find it hateful the tenth time -- though I'd just plain ignore a number of the accompaniments it sounds like minivet is getting in favor of shoveling in as much coconut as possible.
I do. I am the kind of person who can happily eat the same thing day after day after day in any event, so that makes me more confident in this prediction than I might otherwise be. And, happily, I'm about to head out for a dosa right now.
Leaving aside hazing (and the benefits of exercise), I hardly think it is a bad idea to encourage 9th graders to do sports even if they lack talent at the time. What with growth spurts and learning, you can't tell who is going to suck and who might be a bit above average.
Leaving aside hazing (and the benefits of exercise), I hardly think it is a bad idea to encourage 9th graders to do sports
Honest to god, I expected this sentence to end "... to watch porn."
192: It would have, but I'm feeling unusually serious today. Probably because I didn't get a good breakfast.
Unhappily, dosa outing was aborted. If only the dosas were closer to hand.
Two dosas in the bush are worth one in the hand.
Snark's job is totally in the doghouse with me for keeping me from my dosa!
I could, but I'm not going to drive thirty-five minutes each way to eat a dosa alone, no. We'll do it together sometime later.
I had some sort of analogy prepared, where Minivet's complaining about the same six or seven dosai sauces was like complaining that restaurants always serve ketchup with french fries, except that it would be like complaining that restaurants always serve ketchup and four or five other condiments with french fries, and then most of the time the ketchup and other condiments are made fresh in house from the same basic recipe but with subtle variations in spicing (green sauce cilantro or cilantro mint chutney?; spiced primarily with ginger or with chiles?). Instead I will suggest that they enter their sleep chamber now so as to be able to emerge from it in time for the big chef-driven Indian restaurant revolution, due to hit the U.S. in 2045.
Well, I thought you wanted a dosa.
I guess I was wrong.
Minivet is in India, I believe, though the ketchup comments are still apt.
Regarding condiments, I was poo-poo'd at lunch by an acquaintance who mocked my order of a veggie burger with the works except for mustard. He railed about mustard being The Essential Condiment for Any Burger and how Very Wrong I was not to know that.
I was annoyed enough that I asked the waitress (a friend) to bring a side of mustard so that I might throw it at this mustard nut, and she totally brought it! But I chickened out on throwing mustard at him.
Ah.
Then I'll keep the ketchup analogy and suggest instead that surely there must already be chef-driven restaurants in the major cities that vary up the sauces.
Now I just have to sit back and wait to be informed that I'm wrong.
170: Method/recipe, por favor?
Posted at AWB's place. Except somehow I missed "breakfast" folder and it ended up in "breads"
190: Sure. I was just surprised that this particular kid chose to go out for the football team.
Then I'll keep the ketchup analogy and suggest instead that surely there must already be chef-driven restaurants in the major cities that vary up the sauces.
I'm sure there are, but the "South Indian breakfast" is a highly invariant framework compared to others.
There is justice in 200.
scrambled eggs + parsley + beans + goat cheese = good breakfast.
There is justice in 209.
As long as neb's not talking about jelly beans.
