Arizona GOPer Compares Not Letting Legislature Throw Out Election Results To Lynching

[georgial1beral]

White women vote the way their husbands tell them to and no one of color can enter a polling place.

[thunderclapnewman]

@Quacking_Quackeroo

My Henkel knives & cast iron skillets are central to my cooking

I have cast iron skillets that belonged to my grandmother and my mother—including a 16-inch heavy duty one for frying chicken.

[ClutchCargo]

@geographyjones

Jerry Lundergaard? Don’t know. But his accomplice was feeling chipper.

You woodn’t say that if you were he.

[mattinpa]

@visionseeker

My only question: can you build a 100 minute screenplay around it?

And be sued by the people who did the crying Native American pollution ad from decades ago? Not likely! Get yourself another boy!

[trnc]

@brian512

Stick around, kids. For his encore, he’s gonna compare it to the Holocaust.

Is there an overton window specifically for republican use of the word lynching yet?

[tena]

That crying Native American was an Italian, you know.

[mattinpa]

Had one years ago and could never get it to work. Have a carbon steel now, and a bunch of stainless.

[michaelryerson]

And they just keep coming. Crackpots and seditionists all the way down.

[tena]

Who has an air fryer here? I’m thinking of trading in my toaster oven for one that is also an air fryer/convection oven.

[thunderclapnewman]

@madassyrian

Do you pronounce that pee-can or pee-con?

"Puh- KON.

I’se eddycated.

[tena]

You sir are a scholar and a gentleman and that’s how the word is pronounced, alright. Puh KON. Hearing PEEcan makes me want to die a little bit.

[osprey]

Sometimes I add the sweet potatoes to the mix and still include the beets - a winter blend of mostly root vegetables in any combination that works with what I have on hand and my mood. I grew up with pickled beets and canned beets, neither of which I cared for. I was pleasantly surprised by how much better they taste with the southwestern flavors and the roasting. I actually grow them in the garden now.

[thunderclapnewman]

@mattinpa

Had one years ago and could never get it to work.

Seasoning cast iron takes a long time to get right.
A light rub inside and out with vegetable oil—maybe a teaspoon total—and a couple of hours in a 200 degree oven will start it out.
Then do that every time you wash it for the first couple of years (you can also clean it by using about a tablespoon of salt and rubbing it around with a paper towel to make it abrade the stuck-on food), and then monthly once it’s nice and black and well-seasoned. They’re basically non-stick at that point, except for scrambling eggs—and that’s a fool’s errand if ever there was one.
Same holds true for good carbon steel skillets.

[becca656]

I bought a Ninja grill for Dear Hubby at the onset of the pandemic. We use it weekly (would be more often, but it’s his toy and not mine… LOL!!!). Good investment. It has an air fryer setting.

[thunderclapnewman]

@tena

You sir are a scholar and a gentleman

And there’s damned few of us left.

[madassyrian]

@mattinpa

Forge carbon steel utility type as my main knife.

IMHO, carbon steel holds an edge longer and sharpens easier.

[thunderclapnewman]

@tena

That crying Native American was an Italian, you know.

Iron-Eyes Cody was of Sicilian descent if I remember correctly.

[mattinpa]

@tena

That crying Native American was an Italian, you know.

Of course. Sort of a tradition in the movie business. At least the guy they used looked more or less plausibly Native.

[JPIRiley]

If you don’t all chip in and get me a pony and chocolate cake, you’re just as bad as the Nazis

[stradivarius50t3]

@mattinpa

And the prep work is fun indeed, especially with a sharp knife. I found so many home cooks have this drawerful of woefully dull knives that are no fun to work with that one of my editors asked for a piece about upping your knife game for her December issue.

A few years ago, my son invited us to his place for Christmas and then (after we accepted the invitation) he told me, “Oh, Dad…you’re cooking dinner for 20 at DIL’s parents’ place.”

That’s okay, I like cooking.

I got into his MIL’s kitchen and there isn’t a sharp knife to be found anywhere. “Hey, son…let’s go get your knives.”

“What knives, Dad?”

“Okay. (Kid got a good set of kitchen knives for his next birthday.) Is there anything here to sharpen knives with?”

“I don’t know. Let’s look.” We look. Nothing: no sharpener, no oil stones, no water stones, not even a file. There was a small sharpening steel, but these knives were way beyond anything a steel could help with. So I cooked Christmas dinner for 20 (turkey, rib roast, roast potatoes, dressing, spinach salad, a salad of green beans, pecans, and blue cheese, etc.) with dull knives. Just to put a topper on it, the last 7 people were 4 hours late, and one of the cousins had recently become vegan, which I learned when she arrived. (And no, mommy and daddy did not say, “Suck it up, buttercup. Consider it your farewell to flesh, if you like.”)