I can't believe this was unintentional. Rock on, seniors.
Friday, January 27, 2012
I used to love Pop-Tarts. Unfrosted strawberry ones were my favorite. Yes, I'm a Plain Jane Pastry kind of guy. I don't, therefore, remember eating as depicted in the great drawing. (See more here.) I just broke mine into pieces and sometimes had it with milk. Yummo.
So, I'm curious. How do you eat YOUR Pop-Tarts?
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
It's frankly impossible for me to adequately express my utter disdain for Mr. Santorum. He is a person who will tear down and destroy others in order to further his own repressive, backward agenda. He has chosen to aim his hatred at a historically-oppressed minority in order to gather a coalition of the hateful, ignorant, and needlessly frightened. This, Mr. Santorum, is not the best America can offer. Neither you nor the ideology your spout represents the American Dream. Instead, your words reek of the nostalgia of the bigot: "Oh, those were good times when the "right" people were in charge. . ."
Time has marched on, Mr. Santorum. Our trajectory is toward progress, toward expanding and extending human rights. You're on the losing end of this fight, and I pity you and those like you. It's just a shame that you cannot choose to be on the right side of History. But, if you did, whom would you hate next?
“Everybody in America should have the same rights, and I would agree with that. Everyone in America should have rights that are endowed to them by the Creator, those are unalienable rights. And your son, just like everyone else here, has those unalienable rights.
There are certain things that government does that gives people privileges in order to promote activity that are healthy for society and are best for society. And those things we promote would give people advantages or benefits, government benefits because we think that is healthy activity. Mothers and fathers coming together, forming healthy marriages, having children and raising those children. Every American child has the right, and the government should support the right to have and know their mother and father and be raised by their mother and father.” -- Rick Santorum, 2012 (not 1912)
Monday, January 23, 2012
No, it's not a B, it's a J. But any good dinner begins with a good glass (or three) of wine. Tonight's guest star to the "Dinner with a B" is a 2008 Russian River Valley Pinot Noir from J Vineyards. I've had it a few times and it's good drinkin'.
Back to dinner. As I was walking home tonight, I thought, "No meat tonight." I knew I had some Brussels sprouts at home and decided to try to remake a dish from Zero Zero. So, to the market I went. Little did I know the alphabet would be so restricted tonight.
I bought Bartlett pears. I got bacon (well, pancetta, but it's basically the same thing). I grabbed a loaf of bread and paired it with some Brie. When added to the Brussels sprouts, I had unwittingly created a menu with five Bs: Brussels, Bartlett, bacon, bread, and Brie.
By George, I think I've discovered a new way of cooking. The ABCs of Supper will probably be my next blog. (Is there Z food?) I hope you had a nice meal yourself tonight. If you like what you see, check out the recipe here. I can recommend it (especially with a few drops of truffle oil--yum!)
Monday, January 16, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
The apostrophe is a valuable piece of grammatical real estate my friends. It changes "cant" to "can't" and "wont" to "won't." Apparently, it also changes the name of a bookstore into a Twitter firestorm! I personally couldn't care less what a business calls itself. I'm opening a boutique shop that sells vintage toilet paper hand-curated from Devo concerts and I'm calling it "Wipe it. Wipe it good."
So there. Waterstone's (I mean "Waterstones") can call themselves "Buy our books and get out" if they want. The ridiculous cover story about URLs and email addresses makes me laugh, though. Umm, everyone under age 70 isn't typing punctuation into URLs and email addresses. I know because no one ever visited www.i'cedteaandsarcasm's.com. I learned that lesson REAL fast.
Besides, it's clear why they dropped the apostrophe: they hate our freedom. Let's invade. I mean "Lets invade!"