The Joy of Oofing.

Yeah, that’s how I did it. There were fucking hundreds of them in the van, but I mourned zero.

There are only so many ways to make chicken Marsala. At a certain point, recipe writers are chasing a dwindling market.

Let’s take the example of chicken Marsala, specifically: You find one that works, and you’re not searching anymore. It’s like the baked salmon I make: Yep, the one from the '80s still works.

I feel there’s a very small window in which one looks for new recipes, as one really only needs a dozen or so before there’s enough variety that things don’t get old. If you want something else, well, that’s what restaurants are for.

I sort of glossed over the access. One expects that from longform, so it felt like it came with the territory.

Riveting!

(god, are those a bitch to remove)

Have to tried adding glue to your pizza? It really ties the room together.

It was between the flour and the water, so while one could sprinkle salt on at the end, it seemed central to the process.

Oh, SEO is something that even Dante couldn’t come up with.

A couple of decades back, I was editing a column with a recipe that lacked the unit for salt. This was on deadline, so I deduced from where it was compared with other ingredients that it was 1/4 cup.

Now, no reasonable person is going to use 1/4 cup of salt in anything on a household scale. But I wasn’t really having my cooking hat on, and the proofer didn’t catch it.

The number of complaints we got was somewhat comical. “Too salty; inedible,” usw.

It of course called for 1/4 tsp.

My ex-wife would shoot you back so hard that you think fingering is interesting porn.

Oddly, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve ceased enjoying internet porn. Maybe it’s shooting it myself years ago, but, like: Why would you want random people you’ll never meet? I don’t get the industry as a whole … like, yeah, people liked my wife, but where does that get you?

How fucking delightful.

Hell, I have no way of getting data off a 3.5" floppy!

I doubt it was the microwave situation. One does that once. In college. On the floor kitchen because even though you have your own, this experiment is worth doing in public.

Kleenex and Band-Aid are still going strong …

I take the specific view that inadvertent phrasing of three words or less has repeatedly changed my life. Three is actually really excessive. One usually does the job; I only had to go to three once.

But then again, I’m a writer. Oh, I sure as shit wasn’t the first time, but this is where serendipity cones into play. You know what you have to say without even thinking about it.

Oh, it always gets worse with these surveillance companies. Also good to bear in mind this is the tip of the iceberg.

What matters the most is not the words within an utterance, but the discourse conveyed by that utterance. [Translation: how you say it matters less than what you say.]

Under certain circumstances. How you say things in work and personal settings such as dating can absolutely affect outcomes.

Looks like a nice kit. I was holding out for 6400 before everything fell apart. G.Skill has been solid for me in the past.

Absolutely excellent profile. It also helps to live in Austin and know about all the landmarks listed. I’ve actually never been to the Broken Spoke.