The world needs an International FAFO Day. One day to consider that if you fool around, you may not like what you find out.
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SciTechDaily: Why Plant-Based Eggs Are Finally Getting the Spotlight
The team also asked participants to rate how plant-based eggs would compare to traditional ones. Unsurprisingly, expected taste and appearance still favor the classic egg.
A plant-based egg, is not an egg. Not even a little bit. A traditional egg comes from a chicken. If the cook is using ostrich or turtle eggs to make my omelet, he is obliged to make that clear.
Today I learned that until the mid-1800’s, people who didn’t eat meat were referred to as “Pythagoreans”. That’s about the time when some killjoy invented the word “vegetarian”.
This Rubens painting is Pythagoras Advocating Vegetarianism.
That’s from Wikipedia, and it doesn’t make sense because the painting is from the 1600’s. Doesn’t matter, I’m still going to start calling them Pythagoreans.
In Arthur Conan Doyle’s book, Gothic Tales, he refers to a character as a Pythagorean, so the word was in usage in the 1800’s. Back in the day, culture changed slowly and not uniformly.
Statues Of Random Fat Black Women Popping Up Worldwide
Those aren’t fat Black women. Statues #2 and #4 would be overweight, but #2 looks like she’d be too tall and #4 carries too much weight in her belly. I’m assuming that a fat Black woman is the same as a fat Black lady.
Sorry Sparky, I don’t feel like doing anything. I just want to sit in the snack pit all day.
When I came in from mowing the lawn, Sparky was sitting in the snack pit. He’s still sitting in the snack pit, just staring off into space. He seems resigned or despondent.
I hope he didn’t poop in the house. Sparky wouldn’t want that to happen, but if it did, he’d own it. He’s not one of those dogs that sneaks in to take a dump in the bedroom closet, then denies everything.
Update: Sparky’s mood has improved. He was in a funk because he thought he’d found a meatball, but it was only a cherry tomato.
I went grocery shopping before cutting the lawn. While unpacking the bags, the cherry tomato container had popped open, spilling tomatoes on to the counter. Apparently one had fallen on the floor. Sparky is the kind of dog who is sneaky about food. He’d seen it fall, but kept his distance until I was gone. Imagine his disappointment.
I drizzled some turkey gravy on his dinner and that brightened his mood.
Sparky opened up about his hatred for the rising sun.
“The Japanese are inscrutable. They just sit there, looking dead, but when I try to sniff them, they flutter and buzz. That’s how they trick you.”
The American Eagle ad featuring Sydney Sweeney is a big deal because of what it reveals.
Sparky has been doing this lately. He stands facing the rising sun, with a grim look on his face. Something’s on his mind.