Re: Dinner in the year of our lord 20241031.

On 11/9/2024 5:31 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:

Dave Smith wrote:

On 2024-11-09 12:58 p.m., Carol wrote:

jmcquown wrote:
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I don't know about you, Carol, (or anyone else for that matter), but
I don't need a scientific table to tell me what cookware products
best conducts and retains heat.  I learned that from years of cooking
experience.
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Jill

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Same here.  David's just desperately trying to look like he knows more.
It's kinda amusing in a macabre way.  David, we don't care that you
don't like cast iron but you trying to shift about it to look 'right'
is silly.

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He doesn't need to look like he knows more. He can always guess.
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 Yes, poor Uncle Tojo needs a hobby. Surely there is plenty of trash on da rock that he could collect and spread on his neighbor's yards.
 

What is it in him that threatens you so?
All of you.
Is it cooking and prep jealousy because all his dishes look like they migrated from a food magazine spread to your screens?
Is it the unvarnished love and joy he evidences in his "rock"and its peoples?
Do you all secretly wish you could praise your own local surrounding with such sincerity, yet somehow you just can't too that horn and again jealousy at his joy oozes out?
Or is it the trickster's gentle smirk you mainly get from him as the Tojo taunt racism endlessly washes off his back with nary a blood wound for the venom you attack him with?
Is it because despite never quoting a line of scripture he somehow manages to live Christ's principles of tolerance and forgiveness without lashing back at you in kind for your depredations?
There's 5 unassailable insights for you all to run away from, but the indictments are served and in the Creator's possession, so you fume at his not being a regular "Popeye" here and lick-spittle cursing your sorry selves back to the demented bullying pit you've made for readers here.
Rather a sad lot you all are as you reminisce over Sheldon's antics or Kuthe's sex life, desperately seeking the confliction that fueled your inner fires of hatred and self-loathing for lo these many years.
Hide in your kill-files then bitches, because you are all petrified of engaging with me because I give no quarter and you feel the sting of righteous retribution down to the tips of your filthy trollish toes.
So here you stew, a cauldron of cretins assigned 3 full time trolls to mock and chide you and that is a large number of assets for a near dead medium like this.
You might all ask yourselves, who sent them here and why.
But that would take an admission of the mess you've made here, and some move to heal the tonality and you just can't bring yourselves to trade conflict for camaraderie, not without someone being "voted off the island".
Just a human tragedy without respite or resolution - that is what you lot are.
Real "end times" stuff this is, like going to Gomorrah for lessons in how to bake bread and incinerate kindness simultaneously.
Basta.