You won’t be sorry. Oh, I forgot to mention that I buy canned white beans, a mix of northern and cannellini. Don’t want to spend the time it takes to soak beans overnight. I’m the instant gratification type.
You won’t be sorry. Oh, I forgot to mention that I buy canned white beans, a mix of northern and cannellini. Don’t want to spend the time it takes to soak beans overnight. I’m the instant gratification type.
Anything that starts with a roux is good, and I use a great white-chicken chili recipe that does just that. Everybody who tastes it declares it the best chili they’ve ever had, without exception. It’s easy to make (in spite of the roux), especially if you use grocery-store rotisserie chicken: http://www.epicurious.com/…
My husband would leave me for you. He’s a wild-game lover, but the closest I come is my wine-braised beef short ribs served on goat cheese polenta. He’s a hunter and we have a freezer full of venison, but I’m a sissy and hate the thought of cooking Bambi. (I know, I know, it’s population control and essential to the…
Same, except mine are coupled with exceedingly flat feet. That puts extra stress on my strangely delicate ankles (“strangely” because there’s nothing else delicate about me).
When I was a kid, we uncharitably called them cankles, meaning there’s no size/shape difference between the calf and the ankle.
Exactly. A Mark Darcy wannabe.
They may not change, but the ability to be a player doesn’t last forever. My coworker’s ex-husband was a Scott Disick type. A long-time lothario, when he died last month, he was a washed-up cad, charmless and 100 percent alone. At a certain age, these guys turn into pervy, creepy jokes. They’re usually too arrogant to…
Great point. It explains why the abstinence-only crowd suddenly turned tolerant and accepting of her situation.
Exactly. And she manages to say shit like this without a trace of irony or self-awareness. I always have to double check to make sure it’s not satire from the Onion when I read the shit that comes out of her mouth. But then, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. It’s not hard to figure out why she’s so incredibly…
The short ribs recipe is my own and not written down, but an online version that comes close is here: http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/braise….
My husband’s a caveman and lives for red meat, so we’re having his favorite dish for dinner: wine-braised beef short ribs over goat cheese polenta, with crusty bread to mop up all the delicious juices.
Oh god. I am that friend. And I have no idea why I do it. It’s not a conscious decision to distance myself, but over time, I just run out of the energy necessary to keep things going. Sounds shitty—and it is—and I won’t try to excuse my behavior, because there is no excuse. I realize I’m fully responsible for the…
Yeah, he’s the guy that makes me oh-so-proud to live in Tennessee. How the fuck do these people keep getting elected? From a Chattanooga newspaper (italics are mine):
If you put Sarah Palin’s word salad into an unscrambler, you’d get Trump’s stump speech. It’s like she finally has an interpreter who gets what she’s saying.
I know, right? I’ve been on that thread all afternoon trying to explain why it was wrong for Brown to inflict the kind of damage he did on Rihanna. I had no idea there were still so many Chris Brown apologists around.
As my favorite tea party sign read, we’re surrounded by “Morans.” I always thought there were more of us than them, but it’s starting to feel like that’s not true. Hopefully, their numbers only seem to be increasing because they’re so stridently vocal.
The women you overheard must be the same assholes posting the nastiest comments imaginable on Facebook. Their target: Michelle Obama, who had the audacity to show up at a fancy dinner wearing Vera Wang and looking fucking gorgeous. I thought I had lost the capacity to be shocked, but I was wrong. Comments on her photo…
How can fuckers like Cruz be so self righteous in their wrongness? I mean, not everything’s an opinion—there are FACTS that exist. I guess in the case of the Republican party, they exist to be ignored.
Inflammation is my middle name. Psoriasis, psoriatic arthritis and Crohn’s flares keep my c-reactive protein levels way higher than normal. I take Humira, which helps keep the inflammation at bay, but the chamber is intriguing. Off to do some research...
The willful ignorance is staggering. I’m tired of conservatives treating facts as opinions, especially when it’s so easy to find accurate information. It does require more than simply tuning in to Fox “News,” though, so it’s safe to say it’s never going to happen.