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It’s hot out, so clearly it is time for meat and other things burned for eating enjoyment!!
I don’t have any more beers. Might have to make a run.
I’m making chicken wings which I covered in a rub consisting of lots of garlic powder, salt, black pepper & paprika. I hacked the kraft bbq sauce by adding leftover rub, soy sauce and a little crushed red pepper.
I’m READY (save the missing beers bbq’ing while drinking a beer is an american tradition)
TAKING BETTER CARE OF THIS BODY I LIVE IN
Dude, I buttoned up this dress today, and it was t-i-g-h-t.
Between that, a family history of diabetes and getting lightheaded after eating cheeseburgers, I guess a bitch is gonna have to consider eating healthier. I’ve done pretty good with that so far this week. I’ve been eating a lot because I’m on the rag, but I’ve been eating lots of healthy-ish stuff.
Honey Nut Cheerios instead of candy, sugar free fruit bars instead of ice cream, veggie burgers instead of cheeseburgers. I usually only eat wheat bread, and I also like veggies, I just need to be eating them more frequently.
I live on the west side of Louisville in Parkland (a mostly black neighborhood). I have lived in the Highlands (a mostly white neighborhood), had an address in Clifton (a mostly white neighborhood), and I also lived off of Poplar Level road (a slightly more diverse neighborhood).
The only grocery store within walking distance of my home is the Kroger at 28th and Broadway. This is a smaller Kroger… at least by my perception, and it has a smaller selection of fresh fruits and veggies than the supermarkets in the neighborhoods where I used to live.
So, today I had a pot luck to attend. In normal Pam fashion, I hadn’t prepared anything, so I went to the grocery store at 28th & Broadway to figure out what I was bringing. I had a taste for strawberries & whipped cream, so I figured I’d get some fresh strawberries. It’d be at least a little healthy, and still be a fun thing to eat.
When I enter the store, I see that strawberries are on sale. I look at them, and pick up a package, and walk away. I look at the package, and a few of the berries are moldy. One is pretty beat up. Oh crap. I have to put that back. I can’t take ugly, nasty berries to a pot luck!
Then it happened.
I looked at another package of strawberries… it was gross too. Then another. And another.
I LOOKED AT EVERY FUCKING PACKAGE OF STRAWBERRIES, AND I DIDN’T SEE ONE GOTDANG PACKAGE THAT WASN’T SOMETHING I COULD TAKE OVER A STRANGER’S HOUSE.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
I am a human being. I like fresh fruits & veggies. I also like to buy these things at places close to my home. I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to sit back and say, “Well, that’s okay. They can give me AN ENTIRE FUCKING SHELF OF BERRIES WITH NOT ONE ACCEPTABLE PACKAGE and I’ll fold my hands and say nothing.”
Hell to the naw.
I’m pissed! I’m talking about this!
This would have NEVER. EVER. EVER. IN A MILLION YEARS happened in the Highlands Kroger. No! I always was able to pick up strawberries, avocados, fresh spinach and didn’t even have to bother inspecting it. Shit was fresh, and plentiful!
Not at 28th and Broadway.
That’s fucking racist, and I’m going to keep talking about it until someone from Kroger does something about it, because I’m mad.
That’s right — there is now an official Game of Thronescookbook. And while it doesn’t include a recipe for sauteed horse heart a la khaleesi, it isstuffed with Westerosi dishes that actually sound scrumptious… as well as a guide to making honeyed locusts. We interviewed the authors of A Feast of Ice and Fire about the challenges of cooking fictional food, weird medieval recipes, and which fantastical world they’d like to tackle next. Hint: It rhymes with “Larry Totter.”
I AM NOT MAD ABOUT THIS AT ALL, BECAUSE READING THOSE BOOKS MAKES ME HUNGRY.
THERE NEEDS TO BE A BONUS BOOK ON HOW TO BREW ARBOR GOLD.
It is not quite often that freelance writers and artists are afforded an opportunity to attend a first class, all amenities included ball like the princesses in Disney films, so excuse whatever gushing may occur in the following paragraphs.
[…] perhaps about 20 minutes and two vodka cranberries later, the staff arrived with mini crab cakes topped with a belly button of remoulade sauce. These were served attached to skewers poked through the sides of the delicate crab cakes, so drunken fingers didn’t end up squashing these delectable little treats.
THIS PARTY WAS FREAKIN AMAZING. I had such a great time. Rosella really captured it well in all the photographs, too. There are more photos attached at the bottom of the story on Louisville.com.
OH MY GLOB
This is turning me on.
WHATCHU TALKIN BOUT WILLIS
DID I DO THAT
GUESS WE’RE GONNA NEED ANOTHER TIMMY
en hilerita como me gustan
in formation just how I like them
I want to destroy these tacos with my digestive system.
I ate the Taco Bell Doritos shell taco today.
It tasted dry, and was not an improvement on the previous model.
It might be better as a taco supreme with sour cream and tomatoes, but I’m iffy about trying that. Also? The paper shell is a waste of space, because you still end up getting Doritos dust all over your fucking fingers.
Two out of five fucks given about this product, post tasting it.
BEHOLD: THE MAGIC OF S’AMOARS!
My husband, the world’s greatest brain and also having of a nice butt, invented S’amoars this weekend and I had to share the magic.
Step 1: Obtain Samoas by any means necessary. But don’t knock down a Girl Scout. That’s not nice, and bad feelings turn the Samoas. True story.
Step 2: Get some big, fat marshmallows.
Step 3: Get a big stick with a pointy end.
Step 4: Oh, yeah, roast the shit outta that marshmallow! Play safe with fire, kids.
Step 5: Lay out two Samoas, bottoms up.
Step 6: Say a prayer to Cookie Monster to bestow blessings upon ye.
Step 7: Squish the marshmallow between the Samoas.
Step 8: WAIT.
Step 9: Wait for it….
Step 10: Yes, you can wait. You must let the marshmallow melt the chocolate on the Samoas. This is not a step to skip, Hurry McGhee.
Step 11: MOUTH ORGASM. OMG IT’S SO F*&^ING GOOD!
Step 12: Repeat steps 4-11 until you pass out into a sugar coma, probably after two more.