I see you’ve watched me make tortillas.
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I think I went to college with Red Tits McGinty.
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I read one of those as “crested woodskank,” and I think I went to college with her.
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Pretty sure Unkempt Snatch lived on my floor. Used to run into her in the showers.
Or away from her!
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I seem to meet a lot of Furious Half Inches online 
Simon’s cool, tho.
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That’s not a swan! It’s a shithawk. And they are never solo, they always cluster in mobs. Just ask anyone who has ever had the misfortune of dropping a chip in a parking lot.
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“I was well into my teens the first time I saw my grandmother grab the “orange juice masher” and use it on actual potatoes. At our house, mashed potatoes came from a box stored in the same cupboard as the canned spinach and fruit cocktail. Juice lived in the freezer.
Actual juice (not Funny Face or Kool-Aid) was treated as if it was a war ration. Serving it in anything larger than a 6-ounce juice glass was unthinkable and mixing it with less than three cans of water could have you brought up on federal charges. We used the “masher” on the frozen cylinder for about a decade until someone in the family thought to fetch the can from the freezer the night before and let it thaw. That’s solid evidence of evolution as far as I’m concerned.
Back then, potato chips were packed in twin bags inside a thin cardboard box. Frozen dinners came in an aluminum tray that somehow guaranteed a cold spot would remain in the center of the potatoes while the apple-cranberry crisp just inches away was the temperature of molten lava.
It was important to get your fruit, so we enjoyed canned pears and canned peaches that were suspended in fluid that resembled Karo syrup. You’d chase the slippery halves around the bowl trying to cut them with a spoon, then table manners were temporarily lifted just long enough to drink the liquid straight from the dish because there was no polite or practical alternative.
I don’t think our parents worried about the amount of sugar we ingested. We sugared our cantaloupe. We sugared tomatoes. We ate a wet spoonful of sugar to cure the hiccups. We sugared Rice Krispies until there was a sweet mud flat of C&H Pure Cane Sugar lurking beneath the milk.
Membership in the Clean Plate Club was compulsory. There were starving children in China, after all and no international express delivery for me to ship them my canned asparagus or chipped beef on toast.
I’ll never forget when we got our first microwave oven. Dad was beside himself. “It makes stale bread rolls SOFT again!” Except you had to eat them quickly or face possible dental reconstruction.“
From a local Seattle FB page…
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I still do (although it’s usually a measurable DRY teaspoon amount vs. a spoon teaspoon). Had 'em last night and they wouldn’t go away, so I got up and poured about a half tsp into my palm and ate it down. BOOM. Hiccups gone.
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I used to eat that as a dessert with my grandfather in summers gone by. Sweet memory, literally.
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We’ve been offered sugared tomatoes at our favorite Sichuan restaurant for dessert (on the house).
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Well, now I want to try that. Sichuan food is on our regular rotation here.
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I miss those! Turkey was my favorite.
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Aren’t they still available?
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My mother did this bitd. A big plate of sliced tomatoes from the garden, sprinkled with sugar.
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Not in foil. And I don’t know if the old fashioned compartment dinners are available either.
TV dinners are made to be microwaved these days. No foil trays. Same with pot pies. The trays are a weird slick non porous cardboard or polypropylene sort of thing.
Bhorta. I think I’m going to make an arctic char and potato bhorta.
Yes.
Also, I just made about a quart and a half of chile oil. It has been a good day. Oh, and BF just accepted a job, so that’s sorted now.
A very good day.
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All excellent things.
And congratulations to him!
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