Swisher has, as he says, a good immune system. Mine
is pretty okay and can use a little exercise now
and then. As it was, the sludge smelled more like
motor oil than anything else.
Mine is by definition a little hyperactive. The motor oil smell sounds fairly foul.
Fair is foul, foul is fair, don't get motor
oil in your hair.
It wasn't worse than other things that could
have bubbled up into the sink.
The simple fact you can get those sounds out,
by hook or crook, is impressive.
Only if the allergies and sinuses don't have me hitting bum notes. I don't take any credit for it; vocal range is something you're born with.
My friends the voice teachers would disagree with
that. Also Annie's former husband, who made himself
from a natural baritone into a tenor (with poor
success, though).
Peacocks. Sharks. Buzzards. Turkeys.
Beggars, tramps and thieves?
Pretty much, but in fancy clothing.
Oh. Politicians and lobbyists.
By baton, hook, or crook.
Or special session.
There's nothing special about special sessions.
Many traditions are not especially
worth honoring.
Some families have mashed turnips on the Thanksgiving table. Case in
point.
Clean Dave wrote about a family that had mashed
rutabaga at Thanksgiving - it was kind of touching.
Mashed Rutabaga with Sour Cream and Dill
categories: vegetable, something to offend everyone
servings: 6 to 8
2 lb rutabagas, more as needed
salt and black pepper
2 ts butter
1/4 c full-fat sour cream (more or less to taste)
2 Tb chopped fresh dill or chives
Peeled rutabagas and chop into 1" chunks.
Boil in salted water to cover for 40 min or
until tender. Drain and return to pot over
low heat. Cook dry a couple minutes, then
mash. Add butter and sour cream and season.
Just before serving, add green herb.
after Elise Bauer, simplyrecipes.com
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