When I went to Aldi today, I picked up a rack of baby back ribs, the fully cooked kind that is slathered in barbecue sauce. Sparky was so supportive. He knows I love ribs, so he was all smiles and encouragement as I laid them out on the cookie sheet to go under the broiler.
I waited until Sparky’s dinner time, so while I’m tucking in to my ribs, he’s eating his 4 ounces of kibble and half of a hard-boiled egg. Sparky will like that we are dining together.
There are no photos because the events didn’t seem significant.
My eldritch nephew came over yesterday to install Linux on two of my computers. Aunt Joanne came along. To feed the boy, I went to Aldi to pick up some steaks. Easter hams were on sale.
This was going to be a big day for the dogs.
Advocate: Pentagon spent more on lobster in one month than it did on trans health care all year
Stop it queer magazine, I am already proud of our military.
Trans people require ongoing medical care, and that isn’t compatible with military deployment. A peanut allergy can disqualify a person. Being taller than 6 foot, 6 inches tall disqualifies a person, as does taking ADHD medication.
The military exists to attack and defend, not to explore personal life choices. The Pentagon shouldn’t spend anything on trans health care.
City Journal: A Simple Policy to Reduce Food Prices
Using food to make fuel is such a stupid idea, politicians won’t even consider changing the rule.
EPA rules effectively require that automotive gasoline sold in the U.S. contain 10 percent ethanol…The amount of energy contained in a gallon of ethanol, it turns out, is only slightly higher than the fossil-fuel energy needed to grow and process the corn that produces that ethanol.
Last time I visited my doctor, he was telling me that they don’t eat meat one day per week. He thought I could give that a try. One day per week, I make a brisket, and would not be joining his cult.
HHS has my back, and my doctor is on the wrong side of history.
Business Insider: The most famous local sandwich from every state
You can tell a lot about a state by their sandwich.
For Ohio, it’s a Polish boy.
Not to be confused with Louisiana’s po’ boy, Ohio’s Polish boy is a sausage sandwich native to Cleveland. It has a link of kielbasa covered with a layer of french fries, barbecue or hot sauce, and coleslaw, all on a bun.
The list is probably just made up, but still, that’s a pretty good sandwich.
JAMA: Coffee and Tea Intake, Dementia Risk, and Cognitive Function
Findings In this prospective cohort study of 131 821 individuals from 2 cohorts with up to 43 years of follow-up, 11 033 dementia cases were documented. Higher caffeinated coffee intake was significantly associated with lower risk of dementia. Decaffeinated coffee intake was not significantly associated with dementia risk.
Drinking 2 or 3 cups of coffee resulted in half as many people getting dementia. You can read the entire study, or stop being a pussy and have a cuppa joe.
I put out a Costco Cheeto to see how he liked it. I did not expect him to react like this.
New federal guidelines insist that we should “Eat real food.” I could not agree more.
A couple of months ago, I stopped at a beverage store to pick up some beer for a social event. I was in a hurry, and picked up non-alcoholic beer by mistake. Fortunately, there was a recovering alcoholic in the group, so it didn’t go to waste, but that stuff should come with an obvious warning label.
I am a recent convert to the coffee club. I keep it simple, but understand why the more sophisticated might grind their own beans or use a more exotic brewing method. I don’t understand the point of decaffeinated coffee. That’s like having chocolate without cocoa.
While in the camper today, I was reminded that the wood stove is a campfire in a box. I grabbed the pie iron, but waited until Sparky had eaten dinner to make a pie with apple pie filling and a chunk of dark chocolate.
Sparky doesn’t beg or whimper for food, or try to snatch it. His polite and courteous manner makes him unbearably sympathetic.
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