@lophophora.ca thinks he’s sooooo tough:
For breakfast?! I had a lamb chop last night and I ate it with my hands like a primate.
Are you trying to tell me you don’t want a steak and a donut for breakfast? Is this a common sentiment?
Am I some sort of outlier?
Always going against the grain. Coincidentally you should cut across the grain too
Yesterday’s breakfast, cooked, of course, in bacon fat from the strategic reserve, of grated russets and a store bought egg. Mrs. mota really has hash browns down! (Yeah, I over cooked my egg just the slightest bit.)
Then last night was take out. Mrs. mota had panir sabzi (the salad, which she fucking loves!).
I had koobideh kabob (charbroiled seasoned ground beef skewers) with shirin polo (rice with slivered almonds, sliced pistachios, orange marmalade (traditionally fresh orange zest), raisins and saffron). It was delicious, as it always is.
Mrs. mota and I believe a moderately good restaurant that is absolutely consistent is better than a fancier place that’s not consistent. We want to know what our food is going to taste like. This place is not only consistent but also really good, and that is a rare thing in my experience.
I bet @lophophora.ca isn’t allowed to eat 2 (2!). And a coffee after noon too!
That’s the size of a small Frenchman.
That’s your second bakery unit today? That (those?) look delicious!
Coffee…
Jacques PeeOui.
They just came from loblaws but they are pretty good nowhere near as good as his.
A store? Oh, it’s gonna tell me it’s not a sentence.
A monopolist enterprise.
that sells delicious bourgeoisie bakery goods. Filthy lucre. Delicious delights. Tough decision, but I’d be in for the food. My maternal grandmother, a socialist who read Marx in the original German, would be aghast.
They own 51% of all the food sources around here. They even bought the Asian ones.
Even reading Marx in English is hard.
No shit! Not a chance I could ever get through it! I don’t know how she did it, but things were really different when the only media was print. I think about the most serious atheist I ever met, Will Slayton, who was a little younger than my grandmother. Will memorized the bible, old and new testaments, in order to have “handy” refutations to any religionist who might care to discuss religion. None locally did.
I will admit I read Kapital for dummies (not what it was called exactly) and I’m glad I did because the original is dense and complicated and rambly and ludicrous and fun. Just hard to digest.
Granted, like I said I couldn’t come even close to finishing DK, but “fun” is not a word I would associate with it.
Far too generous. Downright constipateipatory.
Whimsical then. The thing is half prose.
Gotta admit, I don’t recall much whimsy, but I don’t really remember much of what I read. And that it was dense as shit.