Food (Yum)
Apparently Food Lion has had some difficulty selling lentils. They've been donated to food banks and circulated in trade. I'm not sure how that's possible. Maybe some people just aren't familiar with lentils and need some encouragement. Since I had no reaction to any chemical in the lentils I've taken in trade, let's pause for some fun facts about lentils and a French gourmet recipe link...
* Lentils got their name from the fact that they look like little lenses--round and flat. An older spelling of the word was "lentiles." At the time when this spelling was popular it was probably read as spelling "len-tills," just as we say it today. People who say "len-tiles" are probably being facetious.
* Lentils are goodness-gracious-good. Though the opinion of history has been that, when Esau sold his birthright for a bowl of lentil soup, he was going just a little too far. His shirt should have been enough.
* Lentils don't need hours to cook, as other dry beans and peas do. They soften in somewhere between a half-hour and an hour in water on low heat. They will cook over a wood fire.
* Lentils are one legume that have a strong and pleasant flavor all by themselves, without flavoring, or with only salt and/or pepper.
* Lentils go well with rice, especially brown rice, which cooks in about the same time and way. Some people like to cook rice and lentils together; some like to cook them in separate pots with separate flavorings.
* Lentils can be cooked with other beans. If cooked for the same amount of time they will dissolve and become a thickening agent. They'll add an interesting dimension of flavor to bean soup whether they remain visible or not.
* However, people around the world have confected recipes for lentils with all kinds of sweet or savory flavorings. Here is one. You don't need to bother with all those spices, but they're a nice Middle Eastern sort of combination that many people will enjoy.
Opposition, Knowing the
I don't usually think of eco-blogger and poet Sherry Marr as The Opposition, but what does this COVID memories poem say to you?
I mean...here, from an earlier decade when Ds seemed more psychologically normal, is a typical D reaction to the kind of bureaucracy for which Ds work, everyone busily taking care of the citizen who's been exposed to a possibly rabid animal and that citizen showing an amount of gratitude approximately equal to the profits (for anyone but the bureaucrats) of maintaining a bureaucracy.
Politics
D party leaders don't want to meet the human needs of the military and part-time clerical workers' families who are being deprived of wages by the Schumer Schutdown. Watch Hakeem Jeffries saying that. He wants to keep sailors' wives going to food banks for anything that may or may not maintain lactation while their babies are screaming for milk. He wants to see more part-time mail clerks lose their tacky little flats. The important thing is to keep those payouts to the insurance industry rolling on, for him. Never mind if his own student intern is living in a car...Actually I think Ds carefully select interns from among the better funded students at expensive universities, for just this reason.
Racist Outbreaks
A rich White man who yelled slurs at Winsome Earle-Sears has been identified and dismissed from his prestigious job. Thus be it ever to haters.
Where did he get the idea that she had anything to do with Haiti, anyway? Mrs. Sears was one of the nice kind of immigrants who follow the legal rules. The easy way for a college girl to have stayed in the US after earning a degree (in English) would have been to have joined the Air Force. Our Winsome left that option available for someone who needed the easy way, and served in the Marines. She is American. Though born in Jamaica. Some people should perhaps visit those islands, or at least get to know people who've lived on them, and see how different they are. It was not just that the man who chose to embarrass his football-playing son wanted to yell something hateful at one person. It was that, to say what he said, while working where he worked--in Washington--he has to have been either completely friendless, or at least completely unpopular with the city's large and often prosperous Caribbean population. The only way I can imagine that being possible is for a person to be blatantly hateful. So, yes, he's a jerk and has been known to be one for a long time.
Meanwhile, for those who've seen the ad where Candidate Sears reduces Candidate Spanberger to spastic face-pulling by asking what it would take for Spanberger to drop Candidate Jones as running mate, the position of this web site is that Our Winsome exercised commendable restraint and tact. The Spambucket's speechless twitching showed weakness. Anyone whose sadism was honed in Virginia's public schools would have simply kept on looking at her and asking more pointed questions, "Abigail? ... Abigail? ... Abigail?" and probably reduced the blonde to tears in five minutes or so. And that kind of weakness is not what we want in an elected official, so, though inhumane and unchristian, that treatment would have been justified.
Spambucket's idea of campaigning is to try to keep her own stress-frazzled, prematurely "aged," pallid and sallow face away from cameras and deploy lots of photos of Candidate Sears (a) on a bad hair day, (b) in ways that call attention to her naturally full lips. Hello, how much money have women of Spamburger's type spent adding either paint or collagen to their lips in the hope of getting a similar "sensuous" look? I think the "Worst of Winsome" photo gallery is just standard fighting-like-a-girl...but it does add up to "so-called campaigning by stressing the message, 'She's Black, I'm White, vote for me'," which is...you know.
I think Clarence Thomas's phrase for this variety of racism was excessively pungent, coined in the heat of emotional stress, but if the shoe fits, Abigail...Let's get this straight, Ds. I am not Black. But when the melanin-deprived hate on Black people, the small and superficial part of me that is Cherokee figures they hate me too, so they are walking on the fighting side of me. My weapon is a blog that gets on average a few thousand views a day. It can be made to feel like a hatchet, Abigail. A hatchet chopping supporters away from you, Abigail!
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