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I don't cook much, but I make a wicked good Yakisoba.
Like most cooking, the key is fresh ingredients. Finding decent carrots and pea pods, not a problem. Canned water chestnuts, eh, that works. And I can cook and marinate ANY meat and make it succulent. Our local squirrels run at my approach.
The lynch-pin has turned out to be bean sprouts. The quality doesn't seem to vary much, it's the simple availability. It turns out some idiot(s) didn't clean them or cook them properly
We live in a time of diminished expectations.
There is so much bad, even evil behavior out there. Perhaps it's understandable that there are so many apologists for the miscreants. I think it's a form of burn-out. People are just too tired to even attempt to be morally indignant... even when they should be.
We only react when we see the very worst in our fellow man. Then, we can say with certainty: "Now, that's bad." Yet, most felons don't start out with a
Does the way something is done even matter anymore? Are we all so focused on results that the dirty details are so distasteful that we leave it to others?
The current momentum in modern politics does support this sad trend. If you can temporarily forget "your guy" is in charge, does it bode well for democracy when decisions that affect us all are decided by Executive fiat? The U.S. Presidency has become Imperial in nature. Congress is only consulted when it's politically
Is it time to panic yet?
Maybe someone pulled the handle and I missed the alarm. Yet, I see the societal meltdown in progress. It's ugly, yet fascinating to watch.
Demand for anything gun related has skyrocketed. This morning, a newscaster told us that there are nearly one million AR-15 / M-16 magazines on back-order. I've done a bit of research, and it turns out that most semi-automatic pistols and rifles have doubled and tripled in price in the last two months. That
Ron was gone for five weeks. During Ron's absence, his brother John ran the 7-11 where I gas up every morning . John's a decent enough guy, but I did find myself missing Ron. You see, Ron is one of the hardest working people I know. We have short conversations. I need to get on the road before traffic gets bad. Meanwhile, he keeps one eye on the young, disheveled guy that just walked straight to the back. Still, he deserved the time with his family back in India, and I'm glad he could go home