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As a writer, you begin to understand that sometimes you have to grab the time when and where you can.
Yes... it was really good. Bacon is one of my specialties, the cooking of which, has been perfected over a whole lot of years.
and now back to writing...
Vix
Yes... it was really good. Bacon is one of my specialties, the cooking of which, has been perfected over a whole lot of years.
and now back to writing...
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*laughs... my daughter-in-law tried passing herself off as a vegetarian a few years back, and actually tried eating some of that meatless burger stuff. I had great fun teasing her. These days she is addicted to my Gloria's lemon chicken.
now - I understand they are 'growing' meat in laboratories for human consumption. I do have my doubts but it could be a very good alternative.
then again - the 'world elites' and supposed leaders have been trying to encourage the unwashed masses not to eat meat... cows are bad because they fart - bwahahahahaha, my family is in real trouble, though we are polite about it.
Vix
now - I understand they are 'growing' meat in laboratories for human consumption. I do have my doubts but it could be a very good alternative.
then again - the 'world elites' and supposed leaders have been trying to encourage the unwashed masses not to eat meat... cows are bad because they fart - bwahahahahaha, my family is in real trouble, though we are polite about it.
Vix
A true writer - when you are figuring out ways to squeeze writing in between other activities!
And I'm sure the "writing brain" or muse or whatever name you give the little voice in your head whispering plot points and story details, is active all the time...even when you occasionally want a break. ;)
btw yummy looking bacon!
And I'm sure the "writing brain" or muse or whatever name you give the little voice in your head whispering plot points and story details, is active all the time...even when you occasionally want a break. ;)
btw yummy looking bacon!
practice Hansie... practice... one of the problems with modern society is everything is geared to the 'no attention span' population. Notice that most of your TV shows are done in ten minute or less snippets with four or five stories all going on at once. My theory: those in charge do not want you to concentrate on anything.
when I was young - years and years ago - I would sit and read a book for hours straight... just not my school books.
Vix
when I was young - years and years ago - I would sit and read a book for hours straight... just not my school books.
Vix
I don't know if I could handle that level of awesomeness! o_o I've seen bacon sundaes- as in bacon crumbled into the ice cream cup and at least one big cooked strip dipped in as the 'straw'- but I've never gone beyond burgers or submarine sandwiches, or on a diner breakfast platter at my end.
There is apparently a restaurant in Michigan, at what was once or still is a truckstop, where they serve a 1lb+ bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. One day, I might face this beast of a sandwich with my jaws agape in hunger! <3
-2Paw.
There is apparently a restaurant in Michigan, at what was once or still is a truckstop, where they serve a 1lb+ bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. One day, I might face this beast of a sandwich with my jaws agape in hunger! <3
-2Paw.
Oh, this thing is big! ^._.^ I first saw the diner and its reputable fare mentioned on an episode of The United States Of Bacon/Food/Steak several years ago, and I'll see if I can find something on Youtube about it... here we go! The place is called Tony's I-75, just off of the Michigan stretch of the highway of the same name in Birch Run, Michigan.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oswFTZPBZl8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n18_D0QGkdE
-2Paw.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oswFTZPBZl8
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n18_D0QGkdE
-2Paw.
My old writing laptop had dried pizza dough stuck on it, probably still does, from prepping for a big pizza party while working on a prompt a decade ago it feels like. I never cleaned it off as kind of a remembrance. Bacon spatter would be easier to wipe off, I guess.
Here in Toronto, Canada the weekend discount special eggs at a local grocery-pharmacy I frequent had none left halfway through the first day for three weeks. Two of those weeks they had no eggs at all below a premium price point; a dozen eggs of that genera on that discount weekend usually were $3.30 Canadian but I paid almost $4.00 each for two weeks, then everything that was a bit more expensive was gone the third week and I plopped down $4.80 a dozen.
I never thought I'd feel both fortunate and privileged to get those discounted Grade 'A's again every week after that three week drought, but the stories I've heard of standard-issue dozen cartons being $8 out in California, and I believe the report I read was quoted in American dollars, not Canadian, has made me feel very fortunate indeed.
-2Paw.
I never thought I'd feel both fortunate and privileged to get those discounted Grade 'A's again every week after that three week drought, but the stories I've heard of standard-issue dozen cartons being $8 out in California, and I believe the report I read was quoted in American dollars, not Canadian, has made me feel very fortunate indeed.
-2Paw.
Gods and ancestors, that's rough. That's about as expensive as the highest-end grocery eggs I can think of are here right now, although I need to be frugal enough on my budget that it's entirely possible there are even more expensive eggs per carton and they're not sticking in my memory because there's no way I could afford two or three seven or eight dollar dozen-cartons a week on my budget.
It makes my heart hurt to know that something as basic as eggs are actually affordable, perhaps even cheap here in Toronto compared to a lot of other places in the world right now, at the price point they're set at each weekend. There's a cooler shelf at my local grocery with their really high-end bagged and cartoned milk (some store brands) and the $5.70 I pay for a 4-litre bag of 1% and 2% is cheap compared to those more expensive 4L bags; a one-litre carton is almost as expensive as a standard 1% bag, and a full 4L bag is approaching ten dollars in local currency.
-2Paw.
It makes my heart hurt to know that something as basic as eggs are actually affordable, perhaps even cheap here in Toronto compared to a lot of other places in the world right now, at the price point they're set at each weekend. There's a cooler shelf at my local grocery with their really high-end bagged and cartoned milk (some store brands) and the $5.70 I pay for a 4-litre bag of 1% and 2% is cheap compared to those more expensive 4L bags; a one-litre carton is almost as expensive as a standard 1% bag, and a full 4L bag is approaching ten dollars in local currency.
-2Paw.
I humbly admit it's not cheap here in Toronto for a standard 4L bag of skim, 1% or 2%, but I embrace the irony that it's not any cheaper than Loblaws anywhere I get my grocery milk, so there is some symmetry, or even irony there. I'm just happy my elderly Mum, older brother and I have enough to afford our groceries, utilities and a house we can count on, and all things being equal we're not strained badly, just keeping frugal, not starving ourselves. Sensibility, yus.
I wonder if it would've made more or less sense when Homer Simpson was out shopping for a bargain car replacement, and that Eastern European car dealer said to him that the Yugo he was hawking to Homer ran on homogenized milk rather than kerosene? Or karo syrup, maybe; that's really good for transmissions and brake lines.
-2Paw.
I wonder if it would've made more or less sense when Homer Simpson was out shopping for a bargain car replacement, and that Eastern European car dealer said to him that the Yugo he was hawking to Homer ran on homogenized milk rather than kerosene? Or karo syrup, maybe; that's really good for transmissions and brake lines.
-2Paw.
Times I've been to Vancouver Island, I never recall seeing bagged milk (just jug/carton), so that is pretty interesting in itself. Perhaps that's a more recent thing though, as '17 was the last time I was up there or just missed it. I'm not as familiar as the economy in Toronto, but as the financial capital, I can only imagine the cost of renting/owning a home is probably fairly Vancouveresque. Money everywhere is failing to a degree or another, and unless someone is fairly well off, frugality is really the only other way to maintain one's reasonable equitable mode of living. For me, it's that and learning new things that you don't want to have to pay other people to do. and have a good weekend!
Vancouver Island may long since have had different shipping limits out of and from the mainland, or simply not have a local populace that prefers bagged milk to jugs and cartons. We still have milk jugs here in Toronto, usually at small corner stores or the handful of fresh or raw-milk specialty bulk stores wherein jugs are provided for reuse. The Loblaws at which I buy most of my milk carries a lot of their high-end dairy products in jugs, but for me that's neither here nor there, as I could never afford to buy enough for my brother and Mum and I at the prices charged for a bag of that genera of dairy milk. The last time I remember looking at the price of a four-liter bag's price tag it was past $11, and a smaller carton as expensive as my 4L bags of Neilson standard.
With the needs my elderly Mum, brother and I have and the frugal means that we support ourselves with, we are far from typical homesteaders in Riverdale; a lot of our neighbours, including many friends of ours, bid and later paid mid-seven figures for their homes when they moved in and most work in very well-paying jobs. My grandparents bought our home with a mortgage in the 1920's, back when our area was more or less working class and home to seasonal labourers; its original owners who first bought the land and built our home just before the turn of the 20th Century designed it as and intended it for a rooming house, or to support three or more families with children. The price tag we paid for our home was less than the original mortgage, probably less than $10,000 in vintage Canadian funds. My Mum and Dad paid off what the mortgage eventually amounted in the early 1970s, several years before I was born, and we've fully owned our home since then.
We do have an appreciable bit of savings tucked away, again thanks to my Mum and Dad's foresight while they were both alive and working full-time. I have multiple disabilities, most of them psychiatric, and I cannot hold down a job that can meet my skillset and stop short of my psychological and emotional tolerance ceiling; I'm enrolled in a specialized provincial disability program, and part of my monthly stipend covers my monthly food budget and the share of our home's upkeep, utilities and my part of the taxes. My brother works part-time, partly because he's a skilled and experienced driver of multiple classes of motor vehicles, and that helps the family budget as well. Mum retired in late 2005 when our Da entered palliative care at home. He died in July of 2006, and the title deed passed on to my brother.
I feel very fortunate that my two brothers and I get along well and are good friends, and that we've never not been close to our parents. Both those fortunes are not always those come to a son or daughter or brothers and sisters, nor their mother or father.
-2Paw.
With the needs my elderly Mum, brother and I have and the frugal means that we support ourselves with, we are far from typical homesteaders in Riverdale; a lot of our neighbours, including many friends of ours, bid and later paid mid-seven figures for their homes when they moved in and most work in very well-paying jobs. My grandparents bought our home with a mortgage in the 1920's, back when our area was more or less working class and home to seasonal labourers; its original owners who first bought the land and built our home just before the turn of the 20th Century designed it as and intended it for a rooming house, or to support three or more families with children. The price tag we paid for our home was less than the original mortgage, probably less than $10,000 in vintage Canadian funds. My Mum and Dad paid off what the mortgage eventually amounted in the early 1970s, several years before I was born, and we've fully owned our home since then.
We do have an appreciable bit of savings tucked away, again thanks to my Mum and Dad's foresight while they were both alive and working full-time. I have multiple disabilities, most of them psychiatric, and I cannot hold down a job that can meet my skillset and stop short of my psychological and emotional tolerance ceiling; I'm enrolled in a specialized provincial disability program, and part of my monthly stipend covers my monthly food budget and the share of our home's upkeep, utilities and my part of the taxes. My brother works part-time, partly because he's a skilled and experienced driver of multiple classes of motor vehicles, and that helps the family budget as well. Mum retired in late 2005 when our Da entered palliative care at home. He died in July of 2006, and the title deed passed on to my brother.
I feel very fortunate that my two brothers and I get along well and are good friends, and that we've never not been close to our parents. Both those fortunes are not always those come to a son or daughter or brothers and sisters, nor their mother or father.
-2Paw.
Of course, such writing may go something like:
*It was a cool, damp and bacony night. All were quite well asleep but the youngest in the house who arose with what he thought was assuredly a pork-laden and sizzling scent. Was it real or was it in his imagination? Oh, but that would have to sadly await, for that monster outside the window did rustle very closely this time.*
*It was a cool, damp and bacony night. All were quite well asleep but the youngest in the house who arose with what he thought was assuredly a pork-laden and sizzling scent. Was it real or was it in his imagination? Oh, but that would have to sadly await, for that monster outside the window did rustle very closely this time.*
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