athos77

In the UK, bakers were forbidden from selling bread on the day it was baked, in order to make it more stale and reduce demand.

Ah. So, I get a farm share every week. 'Planning' is looking at the list of what I'm getting and figuring out what I can make from it - although I've been doing this long enough that I actually have a selection of recipes that I re-use year to year, so I spend more time digging the recipe out then I do actually 'planning'.

The weekly shopping is usually about 5 'missing' ingredients that I need for my chosen dishes, plus whatever staples I've run out of. I usually go shortly before the store closes for the night, and it takes about 15 minutes.

Making a meal falls into three parts: prep, cook, and clean. I used to hate the 'boring, standing on my aching feet' prep bit, so I'd try to fit the prep into the little gaps in cooking. Of course, 8 couldn't do it and I had to keep adjusting things - taking something off heat/down heat, whatever - to finish the prep for the next stage. The constant adjustments made the food not as good, the cooking unnecessarily stressful, and left me exhausted with a sink full of dishes at the end.

Nowadays, I sit in front of the tv. I do my prep there, all the peeling and chopping and slicing and dicing. When I cook, everything is ready for me to add to the dish, so the food tastes better and cooking itself is much less stressful. And I use the little bits of spare time during cooking to rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. When I'm done cooking, I only have the last handful of things to put in the dishwasher, plus whatever plates from the meal itself.

My life is much easier, all because I now watch TV.

Beautiful!

So it worked and he gave it to you, and when it arrived at your place it no longer worked? I'd try checking that all the internal cables are connected properly; one of them may have jostled loose in the journey.

Are you getting any POST codes?

This isn't really about Swift. It's about Elon Musk, and Clarence Thomas, and Donald Trump, and all the other corrupt narcissists who don't want you to know what they're up to.

I went to a party that lasted all weekend. We weren't drinking or anything else, so I want to emphasize I did all this to myself, completely sober:

We were tossing lightsticks back and forth in the dark; I was barefoot. I leaped up to catch a lightstick; when I came down, my right foot landed fully on some kind of spiny, prickly, thorny plant, and I got a bunch of the pointy spiny bits embedded into the sole of my foot. This was particularly ironic, as I had made a point of pointing out the plant to everyone else earlier and telling them to avoid it.

The toilet backed up and I had to clear it with a plunger that had a broken handle. I cleared the toilet, and also managed to flay about a fifth of the skin off the palm of my right hand.

I slipped on the stairs and wrenched my back pretty badly. The dog ran underfoot and I sprained my left ankle. Something else happened, I don't even remember what, and I injured my right hip.

The worst part was that I had driven myself and a group of friends to this party, which meant I had to be the one who drove us back: my car had a manual transmission and no one else knew how to drive stick. So envision this:

My right foot, with the spikes still in it, was used for the gas and the brake. My left foot, with the sprained ankle, had to delicately balance the clutch as we drove up and down these narrow back hills. There was no way to balance my weight on my injured right hip, so every movement on the gas or clutch put some torque on the hip - as well as twisting my injured back. And I had to shift with my right hand wrapped like a mummy's, but the shifting pressure was still on the part of my hand with the flap of skin. And the roads just kept jostling every single injury I had.

It was an incredibly, insanely painful drive home. And it was still one of the best parties I've ever been to.

I've been saying for years that the insanely heavy-handed politics of both Florida and Texas aren't an accident nor are they a miscalculation. They're a deliberate policy to drive out liberals, attract conservatives, and ensure that both Florida and Texas (and their precious, precious electoral college votes) remain red.

The nursing homes near me an absolute minimum of $7000 a month. The food is shite, you have to share a small room, and they're severely understaffed. All the profit goes to the owners and shareholders - and they make that profit by understaffing, under-caring, and under-providing. For-profit healthcare needs to die.

Are they looking meaningfully at you while they're doing it?

The extra magnetism makes it easy to find my car keys!