2004-09-02 - 9:37 a.m.

Ok, I know I have already written about this… but I was reading the NY Post at lunch and this article got my hackles up. Trust me there is nothing worse than the wrath of libbyfish’s hackles.

http://nypost.com/news/regionalnews/27901.htm

I just want to kick them in the head with steel-toed boots. Don’t spit on people is one of the first things you learn as a child. Maybe that was just in my household. What is going on is not even protesting… it’s rioting. I come from Detroit and we know about some rioting. It doesn’t even have to be a bad thing… if we win the NBA Championship you can bet that a bus will get knocked over and there will be some shit lit on fire. ‘Cause dats how we roll.

Yesterday, a bunch of students posing as “young Republicans” crashed the youth rally. What was the point they were trying to make? No point, they just thought it was important to get on stage and yell, “Bush sucks”. Now that may be, but haven’t we all heard that before? Give us something new if you want to create a stir. And now they are complaining about where they are being held after the arrest. Calling it Guantanamo on the Hudson… where did they think they would be held, the Plaza? You have been arrested, assclown, don’t expect them to bring you champagne and caviar. Hey! Here’s an idea, don’t get arrested. Now there is a protest being organized to protest the conditions of the holding facility... i think they are missing the point.

What the hell is going on in the world and what the hell is going on in Russia? Two planes crash, the subway bombed and now there are 400 people (children included) being held hostage in a school. That is a depraved way to get attention. These militants are wearing suicide belts and have threatened for, “each destroyed fighter they would kill 50 hostages and for every injured fighter they would kill 20.” I can’t imagine having such a twisted view that that seems reasonable. It’s like those bizarre Christian Fundamentalists that attack abortion clinics because they kill unborn babies… but they are perfectly fine with killing the 15 people inside (including the babies). I just don’t get it.

That concludes the libbyfish Op/Ed portion of today’s post.

On a lighter note, I went to dinner with P at a friend’s house last night. Good wine was consumed in mass quantities. Going to eat a home cooked meal at someone else’s house always freaks me out a bit. What if I don’t like it, what if it’s better than anything I can cook? I am a bit of a control freak when it comes to dinner parties, meaning that I want to be the one that cooks. I don’t have weird food issues; I just want the praise of a good meal for myself. I want only my cuisine to reign supreme!

But my food wasn’t always the flavor explosion it is today. When I was 19, I got this bug up my butt and taught myself how to cook. My mom has never liked to cook, so dinners were often some kind of packaged food, jarred tomato sauce, frozen dinners and the like. She was also not big on seasonings. Fresh garlic was considered “ethnic” and was only available in powdered form at our house. Herbs were limited and always dried. Bay leaves, paprika, and “Italian seasoning” were what I had to choose from. I had a recipe for a marinara sauce that called for Roma tomatoes, fresh basil and two cloves of garlic. Roma tomatoes? Cloves of garlic? Was I in over my head? Anyway, I get all the bit and pieces and start cooking, the tomatoes were ready to go I just had to crush the garlic. Two cloves seemed like a lot but I set about… chopping fine, just the like recipe said. My mom walked in the door first, “Jesus Christ, what are you cooking?” I explained that I was trying something new… cooking from scratch. She looks at the recipe and asks how much garlic I put in. I tell her two cloves just as it called for.

An important piece of info for any aspiring cook, two cloves does not mean two whole things of garlic… Oops. To this day my mom swears she had to repaint to get rid of the smell.

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