Sunset Magazine was always there when I was growing up- not at our house, good lord! -but on the tastefully arranged coffee tables and the fake glass hard candy and the praying Jesus on the wall of other family’s houses. The National Geographics were there too, but those were generally in the bathroom to give constipated patriarchs something to read during their constitutional.
With this article, they seem quite keen to shed their stuffy “leave it to Beaver” reputation and go whole hog into what kids today are up to. You can really tell no one in the editor’s room actually partakes, or else they’dve caught this before it went live.
It was a deglaze the pan thing (one for the cook, one for the pan) that just got out of hand over time. And we didn’t dye ours green, he just kept it by his plate and you had to ask for it. I always went for a tiny dab of the fully fueled gravy and then mostly normal gravy. He was also notorious for making the booziest fondue (an Xmas tradition).
I meant a cannabis infused gravy actually sounds pretty good (mb w basil and rosemary from my garden to amp up the green). I think the leaves and so on would give you the flavor without sending you into inner space. Funny, Enkwife and I have been drinking sweet vermouth. She likes hers with ice and a small lemon ice cube. I found that you can buy the cheaper stuff and throw a dash of bitters on top and extra ice cube = profit. I want to make my own bitters formula… now I’m inspired to make an offshoot bitters recipe, ahem. Cardamon, rosemary, black peppercorns, fennel seeds, star anise, mb nutmeg, mb a few mustard seeds, a scintilla of hot pepper flake?
There is that thing people were doing a few years ago, where everyone has a little card at their place setting, with some kind of Thanksgiving platitude or feel-good story, and each person reads their card and says what it means to them.
So, seed a few of the cards with actual platitudes, but then mix in direct quotes from the Federal statute, each of the criminal codes that Trump has violated…
I’ve been binging on the complete run of Barney Miller for the past several weeks. What a great show. While it laid the groundwork for a lot of modern shows, I doubt it could get made again today (even for Netflix).
@Rusty_Blazenhoff, please don’t ever use the word rape to describe anything other than actual rape. It waters down the term and is a false equivalency.
It’s easy to write this off as only weed, only something that people take recreationally to get a little buzz on, but people also say it’s just one peanut and my annoying sister in law’s allergy is probably fake.
Maybe I’m missing something, but I don’t see much difference between dosing someone’s food, slipping them a roofie, and fucking with their allergies. If you don’t know how they’re going to react to it, don’t do it.
Hear hear. I got slipped a weed brownie at a party once by a supposed friend. I HATE being stoned at parties. Aside from that, it felt manipulative and controlling at best, and not at all “just good fun.”
And no, we’re not friends anymore. That wasn’t the last straw, but I eventually did get wise to her.
