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Here’s some stuff I created/ate/had opinions on:
Garlic & black pepper pork burgers with sriracha slaw - Previously reviewed here, still blown away. Wish I’d remembered to use broccoli slaw instead.
Spicy pork & kale soup - Delicious. We have one of those lava rock guac (awaiting my rap contract) masher things…which makes great guac but is annoying as shit to clean so it doesn’t come out often. My point being that it worked amazingly for smashing up the whole spices.
BBQ chicken chili - So happy it’s getting to be chili/soup/stew weather. This seemed more like the latter than a chili per se, since it wasn’t very thick, but the flavor was there. I used slow cooked chicken, TJ Gold BBQ sauce, and 2x kidney beans. Aside from making sure you have already cooked chicken, this was very low maintenance.
Follow up re: autumn mode
Might’ve purchased two grandpa sweaters in prep. And a flannel scented candle.
It’s about that time of year when my brain looks like
Be gone, heat.
Previously on Week in Food…
Once upon a time I was a lot better about updating this, but here are the last couple of weeks of culinary victories, tragedies, and “eh that was fine”s.
Stovetop buffalo chicken shells & cheese: Previously reviewed here. If you prefer to have the buffalo sauce not fully mixed into the cheese sauce (which happens no matter what your intentions) I would drizzle it on top of the individual servings.
BBQ chicken salad: It seems stupid to even try to review a salad like this…if you like the ingredient list, you will like how this salad tastes. Good talk.
One pot chili mac & cheese: Fine. The biggest draw is the lack of dirty dishes. I used more meat, more beans, more pasta, but kept the liquid the same and it was still soupier than I expect a chili to be. Even heavy-handedly measuring more seasoning, it was still sort of bland so I can’t imagine how not flavorful it’d be if you actually followed the spice measurements.
Cheesy zucchini pizza: Redundant title, excellent pizza. It’s just so good. And quick! Do not underseason the ricotta.
Better than takeout fried rice: Better than takeout? Yes. Better than hibachi fried rice? No, because mayo sauce + flat top = crispy tangy magic. I was happy with it overall, the chicken thighs gave it necessary moisture but it’s just hard to have a big enough pot and the patience to not overcrowd the pan to get the crispy rice texture. The happiest improv choice was chopping up a giant zucchini and throwing it in. Do that. Next time I’d also add bean sprouts.
Coming up this week: garlic & black pepper pork burgers with sriracha slaw, book club snack dinner, spicy pork & kale soup
Too Old For This Shit Vol. 1238
Drinking at a beach bar and lecturing dudes about why it’s not okay to touch unfamiliar women
Hey, White Americans. We Need to Talk.
Okay, fellow white people. We need to talk.
Let me tell you a story: I was an angry punk teenager. Not violent, but I did a shitton of trespassing, and I got into a lot of screaming matches with cops.
I have never been arrested.
I have never been violently attacked by police. Hell, I have never been seriously threatened by police.
I am fully aware that I’ve survived to adulthood largely on the benefits of my race.
When you are white in America, you get away with all sorts of shit. Have you read this account from a white dude who actively tried to get himself arrested? You should. It’s telling.
So, if that’s your main frame of reference for dealing with law enforcement, it is really easy to assume that when someone else gets targeted by the police, they must have done something really bad. After all, you know the police aren’t that petty, right? They’re there to help: That’s what TV tells you, what your teachers told you, what your parents told you. “If you’re in trouble, find a police officer. They’ll help.” And, y’know, if you’re white, most of the time, that’s probably true.
When you’re white in America, it is awfully easy to pretend that you don’t live in a country where the nonviolent physical presence of black people, especially black men, is considered sufficient threat to justify use of lethal force. It’s really easy to pretend that laws are enforced equally; that arrest rate has any demographic resemblance to actual crime rates; that the police are there to protect us from the bad guys.
And, I mean, I get that. It’s a lot more comfortable to pretend that safety correlates to virtue than to confront the ugly truth that a system that benefits you very directly does so at the cost of other people’s lives; that what you were taught was the just reward for being a good person is, in fact, the privilege of your skin. That’s a big part of why we work so hard to retcon narratives about how the black people our police murder must have been dangerous, highlight every casual infraction like it’s a killing spree. We are so desperate to believe that the system that feeds us is just.
It doesn’t feel good to acknowledge that stuff. It feels gross. A system we trusted—one we should be able to trust, that should work for the benefit and protection of everyone has made us accomplice to some deeply horrifying shit.
But here’s the thing:
This happened. This is happening. Not recognizing it; stonewalling and insulating ourselves in our little bubbles does not make it go away.
And not acknowledging it, not having asked for it, does not make us any less complicit, or any less responsible for owning and fixing this. We are actively benefitting from a fucked, corrupt, murderous system. That is on us. As it should be.
So educate yourself, get the tools, and start dismantling this fucker. You have the time: after all, no one’s shooting at your kids.
Privilege is the bandwidth to speak up and dismantle because you’re not in fear for your life. And there is no conscionable excuse for failing to use it.
Leaving this here in hopes it makes even one extra person stop and think.
every.single.time I type “ass” instead of “add”