I should write a book where the entire state of New Jersey’s water supply is tainted with radioactive waste to rid the world of perfect bagels. Get ‘em now and beware.
How weird. I gave my sister a 225+ year old starter dough for Christmas (husband's idea). And I had an extra pack I gave to my mother-in-law last week. She's too nervous to start it! But she did have a funny story about the last time someone gave her a starter, it came with a loaf of friendship bread, and she threw both in the trash. The friend came knocking a day later--her starter had died and she needed to borrow a bit from what she gifted. MIL thought up a quick lie and sent her on her way empty handed...Oops!
What if the mentioned starter gets offended for being left behind and takes it out on the poor sitter first, then goes off on a killing rampage? I’m thinking ‘The Blob’ meets ‘The Great British Bake Off’. It’s the sort of post covid horror people need these days.
I'm completely intrigued and indulged by my aunt's devotion to her sourdough starter! None of us in the house eat much bread until she starts to make her sourdough. It's also fascinating how the bread becomes more and more perfected and soft as the the started evolves. We always run out of butter way too quickly as well.
On the subject of bread...Best rolls I ever had were at this restaurant called Lamberts in Sikeston, Missouri. "Home of the throwed rolls." Go there and you'll find out why. It's a 7-hour drive from my house and we've seriously considered the trip multiple times...
The death of the starter is the mid point. Have a couple bakers and the machinations that lead up to the deaths of multiple starters. Then the fallout. One baker rises, knowing he stole the starter, another is devastated by the loss. A third is an also ran, bearing a grudge, falsly, against the devastated baker. The three meet at the Great British Bake Off, where everything, starters and bodies, is ended in a slaughter.
The fact that some portion of our bodyweight is the biomass of organisms that are not us is unnerving. The fact we die without our gut bacteria is more unnerving. I've wiped my eyelashes with alcohol wipes for the sole purpose of killing eyelash mites. (I got over that)
When my brother left the marines in 2002, he came to live with me. I had a small two story apartment smushed against other apartments in a row. Not fancy enough to be called row houses or even row apartments.
He was having problems finding a higher paying job outside of being a waiter. But yet, he had a bright white light coming out of his room 24/7. Not sure what was going on, I picked the lock one day and found he started growing pot. The plants were barely out of the soil, but it was obvious what it was.
Living a state where they seize everything you own if they find illegal drugs, not that we had a lot, I decided to not say anything to him and take care of it myself.
Toilet bowl cleaner works just as well as RoundUp apparently; just a little bit next to each plant, watered down so it was absorbed by the peat moss infused soil.
The plants quickly died and twenty years later he still has no idea I'm the one who offed his first crop.
Howdy gang. How’s the wife and my kids? I kid, I kid. Moving right along. If one were to give this yeasty bad boy a day in court and wanted some feedback, is there a specific place that one would do so? Furthermore, I have the social media prowess of an introverted caveman with dyslexia, and also wanted to know if this is the only place people are communicating because I feel like there’s a whole community deal going on and I’m a stinky leper that lives outside of town and tells shitty jokes. But makes an excellent ceviche so you keep me around, anyway. Thanks for any feedback in advance and remember always, seatbelts.
But more than the prompt, I just got a know what would make you block someone chuck? I know that it’s none of my business and I don’t want to make a big spectacle island the whole ordeal but I’m just genuinely curious. The depth of pettiness and spite that people go to, (in any manner) don’t surprise me so it’s just peaked my curiosity. No worries either way and I hope you guys are staying safe and kicking ass
I can tell someone that I love them and to have a happy birthday and people will scold me and tell me that love is subjective and birthdays are a social construct. Not satire although I wish it was. So I understand not wanting that kind of energy in your life
Do it like Dexter. The dough splatter analyst is the assassin, but only kills other microbial killers due to his mental gymnast cereal killer code
I'm back. I've blocked someone -- my first time, and it's not a great feeling.
Let's discuss discussing the Charles Baxter story. I won't tackle it until more people have a good chance to read it. Thanks.
I should write a book where the entire state of New Jersey’s water supply is tainted with radioactive waste to rid the world of perfect bagels. Get ‘em now and beware.
How weird. I gave my sister a 225+ year old starter dough for Christmas (husband's idea). And I had an extra pack I gave to my mother-in-law last week. She's too nervous to start it! But she did have a funny story about the last time someone gave her a starter, it came with a loaf of friendship bread, and she threw both in the trash. The friend came knocking a day later--her starter had died and she needed to borrow a bit from what she gifted. MIL thought up a quick lie and sent her on her way empty handed...Oops!
What if the mentioned starter gets offended for being left behind and takes it out on the poor sitter first, then goes off on a killing rampage? I’m thinking ‘The Blob’ meets ‘The Great British Bake Off’. It’s the sort of post covid horror people need these days.
I get my best ideas in the sour(d'oh!).
Didn't sourdough starter become priceless during the pandemic?
I'm completely intrigued and indulged by my aunt's devotion to her sourdough starter! None of us in the house eat much bread until she starts to make her sourdough. It's also fascinating how the bread becomes more and more perfected and soft as the the started evolves. We always run out of butter way too quickly as well.
On the subject of bread...Best rolls I ever had were at this restaurant called Lamberts in Sikeston, Missouri. "Home of the throwed rolls." Go there and you'll find out why. It's a 7-hour drive from my house and we've seriously considered the trip multiple times...
The death of the starter is the mid point. Have a couple bakers and the machinations that lead up to the deaths of multiple starters. Then the fallout. One baker rises, knowing he stole the starter, another is devastated by the loss. A third is an also ran, bearing a grudge, falsly, against the devastated baker. The three meet at the Great British Bake Off, where everything, starters and bodies, is ended in a slaughter.
The fact that some portion of our bodyweight is the biomass of organisms that are not us is unnerving. The fact we die without our gut bacteria is more unnerving. I've wiped my eyelashes with alcohol wipes for the sole purpose of killing eyelash mites. (I got over that)
When my brother left the marines in 2002, he came to live with me. I had a small two story apartment smushed against other apartments in a row. Not fancy enough to be called row houses or even row apartments.
He was having problems finding a higher paying job outside of being a waiter. But yet, he had a bright white light coming out of his room 24/7. Not sure what was going on, I picked the lock one day and found he started growing pot. The plants were barely out of the soil, but it was obvious what it was.
Living a state where they seize everything you own if they find illegal drugs, not that we had a lot, I decided to not say anything to him and take care of it myself.
Toilet bowl cleaner works just as well as RoundUp apparently; just a little bit next to each plant, watered down so it was absorbed by the peat moss infused soil.
The plants quickly died and twenty years later he still has no idea I'm the one who offed his first crop.
Howdy gang. How’s the wife and my kids? I kid, I kid. Moving right along. If one were to give this yeasty bad boy a day in court and wanted some feedback, is there a specific place that one would do so? Furthermore, I have the social media prowess of an introverted caveman with dyslexia, and also wanted to know if this is the only place people are communicating because I feel like there’s a whole community deal going on and I’m a stinky leper that lives outside of town and tells shitty jokes. But makes an excellent ceviche so you keep me around, anyway. Thanks for any feedback in advance and remember always, seatbelts.
But more than the prompt, I just got a know what would make you block someone chuck? I know that it’s none of my business and I don’t want to make a big spectacle island the whole ordeal but I’m just genuinely curious. The depth of pettiness and spite that people go to, (in any manner) don’t surprise me so it’s just peaked my curiosity. No worries either way and I hope you guys are staying safe and kicking ass
I can tell someone that I love them and to have a happy birthday and people will scold me and tell me that love is subjective and birthdays are a social construct. Not satire although I wish it was. So I understand not wanting that kind of energy in your life
Oh. The assassin would eat it and then the baker would be in a mad rush to get it back before it was digested.