anticlockwise
Vague recipe for a 12" cast iron pan size portion:
- Pre-heat oven to 350F. Dice an onion, slice up 5ish stalks of celery, and slice/dice garlic and mushrooms to taste.
- Pre-heat the cast iron pan on high, coat in cooking oil, I used sunflower; add in two tablespoons each of rosemary, thyme, and sage. Sautee onion / celery / mushrooms for ten minutes.
- Add in two cups of oats, two cups of water or broth, and mix.
- Bake in the pan for 30 minutes.
The oats make a wonderful replacement for stuffing.
started smoking weed again, and immediately found some really good ethio-jazz and made a delicious breaded stuffing with caramelized onions and mushrooms baked in a savory oat base... it's so easy to get lost in asceticism or platonism sometimes and lose track of normal enjoyment. good to be back
There's going to be a part of the bit where I resurrect the posts.
Lucifer. Ask the Destroyer.
Cain. Who?
Lucifer. The Maker — call him which name thou wilt; he makes but to destroy
oh my god white people are something else
yes, hypothetically we could send impoverished black people in the third world who have practically no carbon footprint whatever random rusted old bikes with no parts standardization instead of doing anything to reduce our own massive consumption of fossil fuels. what the fuck would it accomplish? do you think the low cost steel bicycles they might pedal around are meaningfully contributing to climate change? is it just fun to deprive others of things hypothetically? is it a ritual?
where do these ideas and thoughts come from? how do they enter your mind and why does no critical kind of process happen? why do I encounter them?
we need something more than an obscene and consumptive and spiritually dead socialism. unionization in the pursuit of better treats for middle class individuals in the first world is not getting us anywhere. the planet is burning and the future is bleak beyond belief
I'm 42 and work in a university and my mommy is [...] and my daddy is [...]
please god make it stop
i'm so glad i dropped out of high school instead of getting a doctorate from concordia
freud noted the link between money and constipation a long time ago
mimicry produces an inferior image and the virtual is as inescapably shallow as nostalgia is stagnant; novelty declines inexorably, as does all pleasure derived: only mind-forged memory satisfies the creative artificer of desire and its reminescence