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[fflo]

My appetite is back, cum a vengeance.

Got new windshield wipers. The back one still isn't meeting the surface of the back window. Gonna try fiddling & then maybe get professional advice there.

I don't mind Hugo Chavez saying "Go to hell, gringos!" That thing about calling Condi his "little girl" was a bit irritating. But this grab of expanded executive powers is troubling. I'm not saying it's more troubling than W's. Just that it's troubling.

What else goes on. Pfizer to lay off 10,000, closing 3 sites in Michigan. Antidepressants linked to increased fracture risk. Leftover chicken chipotle refrieds in Lisa's fridge. (Hongry.)

Of all the foods never served in the home of my nuclear family of origin, refried beans must be right up there on the list of comestibles most often consumed by me since. You got any of those? Something you eat often that was unheard of in your childhood consumption? Others of mine include asparagus, tortillas, and garlic. Though I guess I don't eat a whole lotta garlic. And tofu and soy milk and stuff like that, of course.

Back to work. (It's a long work day.)

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[paperkingdoms]

Tortillas. Actually, properly seasoned Mexican anything. I discovered that I *liked* taco meat when it's not made with Heinz Barbecue sauce [I've never found a barbecue sauce that I've really liked].

A big part of my issues with my childhood consumption, though, were kind of cyclic... we were all various sorts of picky, so Mom tended toward plainer food... which [I've since discovered] is less tasty, and thus tended to make me, at least, more picky. [She also just generally tended towards plain food... I'm slowly teaching her about the wonders of spices.]

[Mmm. garlic.]

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Ha. Sounds like your mom and mine have a lot in common. My mother would get into what we called a "food rut"---usually when we really liked something, like lasagna or something. Then she'd make it over and over again. I guess we were picky, too. While we still ate together, anyway.

In later years when I'd be cooking I'd ask her about spices, what seasoning to throw in, and she'd invariably say, "Oh, salt and pepper." But, you know, they didn't get much cilantro on the farm in rural SD back then.

[paperkingdoms]

Mom's mother didn't really like to cook, and wasn't very good at it. So Mom did leaps and bounds better than she did--Mom's meatloaf recipe is an improvement of Grandma's; mine is Mom's with more stuff thrown in.

And... yeah. I don't really blame her, because it's sort of what we demanded... but I'm now totally not surprised that I hated plain baked chicken. It was dry, and just... pfft. But then you go on about your life for a few years under the impression that you don't like chicken. It took a bit to sort that sort of thing out.