I don't know Penzey Spice's real origin story, but in my mind it's just one boomer lib grandpa who is buckling down and "being the change" the only way he's ever known: panicked political emails and spicing people's food. I love him.
I'm going to make Mexican Street Corn Pasta Salad and no one in my entire family except me is going to like it and I don't give a flying fuck. Fuck those guys. Fuck the 4th of July. Fuck all y'all.
Ok, I need book recommendations to aide in disassociation for the next, oh, let's start with five months but possibly permanently. Nothing political. Can evoke emotion as long as that emotion isn't existential dread. Can be murdery or smutty, but preferably not both. Not those SJM books.
Now hold on. The current president is Joe Biden! He's got like 4 months of his own personal Purge. AND it's currently 11:45am, so he's probably awake and semi-coherent. Let's see what he does before we get all worked up.
Honestly, I've kind of come around on Kamala. She's the sitting Vice President! Sure, we hate Kamala but I promise we'll hate Whitner in no time flat. Newsom is revolting. It's gotta be the Veep. Let's embrace it. We live in Veep now.
When the empty ugliness at the centers of power becomes clear to you, if that is a sharp, new, devastating feeling, a good thing to do is to follow the instructions of those far from centers of power who have been seeing, surviving, strategizing & surviving for a long, long time.
Isn't Kamala Harris becoming President and then losing reelection months later the exact plot of Veep? Are we sure we want proof that we're living in Veep?
I, because I am sane, did not watch that debate. I, because I am insane, will now lose hours of sleep because I chose to look at the nightmare screen in my pocket before bed.
I just impulse purchased two Chiavetta dinners from a church fundraiser and when I got home I realized the sides were CANNED GREEN BEANS AND CANNED SQUASH, not potato salad and coleslaw AS GOD INTENDED. Christ almighty.
I realize absolutely no one is paying attention to me for hockey takes anymore (or any takes, really), but I need you to understand that 2010 Kate would've had a FIELD DAY with the current absurd proliferation of hockey romance books. The Target book section is wall-to-wall hockey smut. WTactualF.
