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[greatwhitenorthchick]

Originally posted by SlaveNoMore
God, this day just keeps getting worse

I am just more into the wacky weed these days and kind of repulsed by alcohol. Not sure why.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by nononono
I know, I know, we're not on the food board, but is it too early to use squash in a recipe?

I think you have to wait until next week unless you can do it wearing white shoes, in which case you're on the right board.

[Sparklehorse]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
These were very good for so late in the season. 2 packages for $5 at Krogers yesterday!

I used to grow them in my back yard when I lived in California. I don't think any of them actually made it into the house when I picked them.

It's too hot to grow them here.

I'm on a Grape Nuts kick lately. Every few years I remember how much I like them and return to my youth. My mom never let us have sugared cereals so Grape Nuts was heavily on the rotation.

Nature's Path hemp granola is really yummy with yogurt, honey and berries or other summer fruit. I've also found that this combination is like rocket-fuel for exercising.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
That book prompted one of my favorite book reviews ever:

• I think it was about five months ago that Press editor Alex Zaitchik whispered to me in the office hallway that Thomas Friedman had a new book coming out. All he knew about it was the title, but that was enough; he approached me with the chilled demeanor of a British spy who has just discovered that Hitler was secretly buying up the world’s manganese supply. Who knew what it meant—but one had to assume the worst
  
  "It's going to be called The Flattening," he whispered. Then he stood there, eyebrows raised, staring at me, waiting to see the effect of the news when it landed. I said nothing.
  
  It turned out Alex had bad information; the book that ultimately came out would be called The World Is Flat. It didn't matter. Either version suggested the same horrifying possibility. Thomas Friedman in possession of 500 pages of ruminations on the metaphorical theme of flatness would be a very dangerous thing indeed. It would be like letting a chimpanzee loose in the NORAD control room; even the best-case scenario is an image that could keep you awake well into your 50s.
  
  So I tried not to think about it. But when I heard the book was actually coming out, I started to worry. Among other things, I knew I would be asked to write the review. The usual ratio of Friedman criticism is 2:1, i.e., two human words to make sense of each single word of Friedmanese. Friedman is such a genius of literary incompetence that even his most innocent passages invite feature-length essays. I'll give you an example, drawn at random from The World Is Flat. On page 174, Friedman is describing a flight he took on Southwest Airlines from Baltimore to Hartford, Connecticut. (Friedman never forgets to name the company or the brand name; if he had written The Metamorphosis, Gregor Samsa would have awoken from uneasy dreams in a Sealy Posturepedic.) Here's what he says:
  
  I stomped off, went through security, bought a Cinnabon, and glumly sat at the back of the B line, waiting to be herded on board so that I could hunt for space in the overhead bins.
  
  Forget the Cinnabon. Name me a herd animal that hunts. Name me one.
  
  This would be a small thing were it not for the overall pattern. Thomas Friedman does not get these things right even by accident. It's not that he occasionally screws up and fails to make his metaphors and images agree. It's that he always screws it up. He has an anti-ear, and it's absolutely infallible; he is a Joyce or a Flaubert in reverse, incapable of rendering even the smallest details without genius. The difference between Friedman and an ordinary bad writer is that an ordinary bad writer will, say, call some businessman a shark and have him say some tired, uninspired piece of dialogue: Friedman will have him spout it. And that's guaranteed, every single time. He never misses.
  
  On an ideological level, Friedman's new book is the worst, most boring kind of middlebrow horseshit. If its literary peculiarities could somehow be removed from the equation, The World Is Flat would appear as no more than an unusually long pamphlet replete with the kind of plug-filled, free-trader leg-humping that passes for thought in this country. It is a tale of a man who walks 10 feet in front of his house armed with a late-model Blackberry and comes back home five minutes later to gush to his wife that hospitals now use the internet to outsource the reading of CAT scans. Man flies on planes, observes the wonders of capitalism, says we're not in Kansas anymore. (He actually says we're not in Kansas anymore.) That's the whole plot right there. If the underlying message is all that interests you, read no further, because that's all there is.

Oh, but the book review goes on.

Sebby has a new gig?

[nononono]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
Too early in the morning? What kind of squash?

Season. Saw a recipe for risotto with butternut squash and pancetta.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by robustpuppy
Sebby has a new gig?

What's the difference between a pack and a herd? I would not have thought that the herded/hunt pair were intended to go together, but I am unobservant.

[robustpuppy]

Originally posted by nononono
Season. Saw a recipe for risotto with butternut squash and pancetta.

That would make an excellent breakfast.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by nononono
Season. Saw a recipe for risotto with butternut squash and pancetta.

Ah. Winter squash, not e.g. zucchini. It is never too early for something like that. Sounds good, but maybe salty.

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by Sidd Finch
I think Mars bars are the ur-candy for deep-frying, but chefs have been branching into Snickers and many other candy bars. You just can't keep a lid on that sort of culinary creativity.

Mars bars are all the rage in Glasgow, but I believe Snickers is the choice down South.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
There is a place called the Eatery at 9th and 53d (I think -- could be 52d) that has the best motherfucking mac and cheese ever. It's a big bowl and it has superfine sliced fried potatoes on top. I would highly recommend.

Thanks for being Hank-helpful! I will give it a try.

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by Tyrone Slothrop
That book prompted one of my favorite book reviews ever:

• I think it was about five months ago that Press editor Alex Zaitchik whispered to me in the office hallway that Thomas Friedman had a new book coming out. All he knew about it was the title, but that was enough; he approached me with the chilled demeanor of a British spy who has just discovered that Hitler was secretly buying up the world’s manganese supply. Who knew what it meant—but one had to assume the worst
  
  "It's going to be called The Flattening," he whispered. Then he stood there, eyebrows raised, staring at me, waiting to see the effect of the news when it landed. I said nothing.
  
  It turned out Alex had bad information; the book that ultimately came out would be called The World Is Flat. It didn't matter. Either version suggested the same horrifying possibility. Thomas Friedman in possession of 500 pages of ruminations on the metaphorical theme of flatness would be a very dangerous thing indeed. It would be like letting a chimpanzee loose in the NORAD control room; even the best-case scenario is an image that could keep you awake well into your 50s.
  
  So I tried not to think about it. But when I heard the book was actually coming out, I started to worry. Among other things, I knew I would be asked to write the review. The usual ratio of Friedman criticism is 2:1, i.e., two human words to make sense of each single word of Friedmanese. Friedman is such a genius of literary incompetence that even his most innocent passages invite feature-length essays. I'll give you an example, drawn at random from The World Is Flat. On page 174, Friedman is describing a flight he took on Southwest Airlines from Baltimore to Hartford, Connecticut. (Friedman never forgets to name the company or the brand name; if he had written The Metamorphosis, Gregor Samsa would have awoken from uneasy dreams in a Sealy Posturepedic.) Here's what he says:
  
  I stomped off, went through security, bought a Cinnabon, and glumly sat at the back of the B line, waiting to be herded on board so that I could hunt for space in the overhead bins.
  
  Forget the Cinnabon. Name me a herd animal that hunts. Name me one.
  
  This would be a small thing were it not for the overall pattern. Thomas Friedman does not get these things right even by accident. It's not that he occasionally screws up and fails to make his metaphors and images agree. It's that he always screws it up. He has an anti-ear, and it's absolutely infallible; he is a Joyce or a Flaubert in reverse, incapable of rendering even the smallest details without genius. The difference between Friedman and an ordinary bad writer is that an ordinary bad writer will, say, call some businessman a shark and have him say some tired, uninspired piece of dialogue: Friedman will have him spout it. And that's guaranteed, every single time. He never misses.
  
  On an ideological level, Friedman's new book is the worst, most boring kind of middlebrow horseshit. If its literary peculiarities could somehow be removed from the equation, The World Is Flat would appear as no more than an unusually long pamphlet replete with the kind of plug-filled, free-trader leg-humping that passes for thought in this country. It is a tale of a man who walks 10 feet in front of his house armed with a late-model Blackberry and comes back home five minutes later to gush to his wife that hospitals now use the internet to outsource the reading of CAT scans. Man flies on planes, observes the wonders of capitalism, says we're not in Kansas anymore. (He actually says we're not in Kansas anymore.) That's the whole plot right there. If the underlying message is all that interests you, read no further, because that's all there is.

Oh, but the book review goes on.

I have also learned that the internet is changing the way we interact and do business. Also, have you heard about computers?

[NotFromHere]

Originally posted by taxwonk
Mars bars are all the rage in Glasgow, but I believe Snickers is the choice down South.

Damn, I heard that at all the state fairs they were serving deep fried Baby Ruth bars.

And at the Puyallup, they have deep fried brownies. And now I've sickened even my own self.

[Penske_Account]

nothing much to say- it just seems so sad and lonely here I thought i would leave a note to say "hi!"

[taxwonk]

Originally posted by nononono
Season. Saw a recipe for risotto with butternut squash and pancetta.

Butternut squash risotto is the sort of thing that's very trendy right now. However, having had it, I can tell you the trend will be short-lived. I can say this because noone with good taste will make the same mistake twice.

[Sidd Finch]

Originally posted by nononono
Season. Saw a recipe for risotto with butternut squash and pancetta.

I've made this. It's good. But it's probably a bit early for good butternut squash. Wait a month.