I just gotta say…
…to the New York Times cooking department:
Do you have an exclusive recipe? A recipe that no one else has? That no one else can cook without your website and its recipes?
Nowadays I get the screen admonition to subscribe in order to see the recipe. Ooops! Less than a second later another window opens in my browser. Voila! The recipe and a dozen options are there. Pick one.
I liken it to tuning out the sound of sirens blasting up and down the avenue in Manhattan. Someone is having a bad day but the noise is superfluous to my business and I ignore it. For now anything food that the NYT publishes is glanced at and skipped over. No need to read. I just take your food ideas and explore and expand elsewhere. I bet your food writers are just peachy with that.
there but for the grace go I
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind but now I see…..
Look it up… our fearless leader is golfing.
The lyin’ New York Times
Why? Why would a newspaper lie to me? Do they really lie all the time. I don’t get it. Or, are they telling us truth? Just like firing the IG – inspector general – it’s all about transparency and truth, right? Oh! Now, we’re asking too many questions.
Trust me, I’m a doctor. Once upon a time that was a popular phrase. And politicians had about as much trust as lawyers. I think politicians were one down from next to last. I read that our fearless leader has access to the best information and doesn’t have the intelligence of a gnat himself or that big pharma has business ties to the very vaccine being developed to save us all, and, I am afraid. Very afraid! Maybe I should read the National Enquirer instead. Come to think of it I haven’t seen it lately. Of course, I keep telling myself 40 million Republicans couldn’t be all wrong. Is there any good fake news? The Times keeps reporting about dead people. When you are dead, you are dead. That is fact. I wish it weren’t so.
Let’s play – Follow the leader – and jump off the Brooklyn bridge. You first. See ya.
100,000 dead, one hundred thousand dead, is a whole lot of dead people. Maybe the number is wrong? But, it’s still a whole lot more than one dead. There are a lot of dead people even if someone’s lyin’ to me.
I remember our lyin’ President saying no one would die and then, he told me it would be over before 50,000 dead. Tell me more facts please. Or, two lies make the truth like it was said that, two wrongs don’t make a right?
Today – you just got the 411?
This is our local US Senator Tom Carper. He arrived with his wife to garner votes for the 2018 election. Two hours! He spent 1 hour 45 minutes listening. We complained of – gun control, immigration, abortion, women’s rights… Masterfully done. In the final few minutes he said it was bad in America. It has been before. It would get better. Not a word of policy or opinion. Nothing controversial. We don’t know a thing about his stance on any policy issue. Yup. The job of politicians is to get re-elected. How odd? But if you have a job, don’t you want to keep it? The truth would get you tossed out. And, the New York Times editorial today is just now reporting this as news? You guys are late to the party. Most of us knew this long ago.
I shoulda known
The bastards! They want to make money. Doesn’t everyone? The recipes sucked me right in and right along. I have saved hundreds of recipes. Fortunately I have cooked only a very few “go to” recipes. Others, in prior years I saved to my computer the hard way. I copied the recipe to a word document. Like trusty index cards, I have a collection, most of which I never attempted. We are replete with a full line of cookbooks. And the internet! It knows all. So the cruelest twist is that now the NYT has a screen default to subscribe (forever!) indefinitely to their recipes. I shoulda coulda known that anything doesn’t last except what’s on my hard drive. I did not and was seduced by the ease of saving a recipe and letting the NYT keep them archived. Fortunately no foul, no harm. My faith has not been broken. I always never did trust that there is “free lunch.” Back up your stuff. Leave nothing to trust.
It’s not my best work – the image or the recipe. This is a Dutch baby. It’s eggs, flour, milk, and sugar. Don’t forget the stick of butter. What could be bad? I got it off the NYT recipes. It’s a showstopper. The recipe is online elsewhere. Did I say that recipes are available for free just about anywhere else you want to look? Charging a subscription fee indefinitely is like taking tea to China. …or carrying coal to Newcastle.
Lying sac of sh*t
… our fearless leader. As soon as the bombs were intercepted, there was but a moment’s pause when our fearless leader floated the idea that democrats were behind the plot in order to throw the upcoming election their way. Thanks to the efforts of the the “terrible” FBI and others (“equally incompetent”), a suspect with ties to the right wing and ties to the biggest liar of them all – do you need to be called out by your name trump? He got a pic with you. Yes, a pic with trump not with a democrat. Oh, that’s rich too. You can say he set that up as well. There’s only so many incredulous lies you can tell. Is there anything you won’t turn around and just simply lie about? I hope regular folk are listening. As to those of you who embrace the lies, I am bewildered and saddened.
Read: The vest says FBI. The suspect has posted a pic of himself at a trump rally.
Pinocchio!
New York Times Clock
That clock tower is the old New York Times Building. The new one is not far away and all shiny metal and glass. The old building to walk past on the ground level is so nondescript as to be forgettable. In fact no one ever noticed the building. The old tower and clock is a different story. The new tower has a giant antenna which changes color at night.
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