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14·1 month agoI think the cleanliness of the blade would be less relevant than the massive infection pouring from your pierced guts into the wound.
2·2 months agowhen “free water” counted as retail innovation
Well that’s after the book was mistranslated through version after version.
Utah has an accurate translation that their prophet found by looking into his hat.
Contract number BK-2-ERTH
7·5 months ago“The Dark Beyond the Stars” by Frank Robinson might fit for you. It’s set on a generation ship that can’t find a good landing spot.
21·5 months agoKim Kitsuragi.
Spud Webb - 5’6", won the 1986 NBA dunk contest
Close. You don’t add liquid and flour. You brown the meat, and render out fat. It’s vital to have a couple tablespoons of liquid fat in the pan. If you don’t get enough from the sausage, augment with a bit of butter or oil. Heat around medium.
Then sprinkle in flour, about equal in volume to the liquid fat, and stir. You gently fry the flour in the oil to cook off the raw flour flavor. It’ll go from white to about sand color. If your proportions are right it will look a bit like wet sand, and will smell like roasted nuts a bit.
Now slowly stir in cold milk while whisking gently to mix and prevent lumps. Scrape the bottom to deglaze any browned on flecks of meat. You want to heat it to just bubbling not to scorch the milk. It’ll thicken up.
Then grind a bunch of pepper in to finish it off, and pour over biscuits, fried taters, or whatever.
All gravy works this way, pretty much. Gravy for turkey? Replace the milk with poultry stock. Gravy for steak? Beef stock it is.
Bad Santa. It’s cynical and hilarious and still ends up weirdly heartwarming.
Such an insightful commentary on the importance of the social contract and the irreplacibility of the individual. The only way forward is to share our personal experiences and strive for understanding. Once we know each other’s value, we will never surrender our common bonds, disappoint one another, go behind each other’s backs, nor do each other harm.
You ever stand behind a couple of geezers in line somewhere and they start talking about some random stuff? They didn’t know each other. They were just bored.