My brother Alex, his friend Max, and I went to Osco to buy some water. While the woman at the checkout counter started ringing up our order, I asked her if anyone had won the $180 million lottery.
To which she replied, “Someone won it. It was $215 million. They were from Idaho or Iowa… one of those farming countries.”
We stifled laughter as we were leaving with our drinks.
Later, I told Nicole about it, and she said there were two especially amusing things about what the check-out lady said:
1) Iowa and Idaho are states, not countries.
2) Wisconsin is ALSO a farming state, and the clearly dim woman had no inkling that she lived in a “farming country,” as she liked to call it.
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“Down the Primrose Path”Originally uploaded by caterina.
Yesterday, I was napping with Nicole, when I suddenly woke up craving steak. I told her, and she looked at me like I was crazy. As I recall, I believe I had a crazed look in my eye, too. But there was no denying it. Rather than hit a restaurant, I wanted complete control over my first piece of meat in years. I wanted it to be farm-raised, free range, non-GMO, antibiotic free, and prepared by experts. So I called up my parents. My mom thought I was crazy. So did my dad. But they grudgingly agreed.
Nicole & I picked up my mom & bought the beef at the Outpost. I wasn’t even grossed out looking at the meat. I felt like eating it raw. It was rather strange, really.
When we got back, my dad started preparing the steak. We boiled potatoes and made a red cabbage salad. And the steak was excellent. I ate very slowly and thoughtfully, appreciating every bite of it. I tried to chew it really well, to make sure I wasn’t going to put my body through hell digesting it.
I survived the night with no upset stomach or vomiting. For a minute, I thought my stomach was acting up, but it was fine. It’s been a full twelve hours with no adverse effects.
I hadn’t eaten steak in years. I started being vegetarian when I was in high school. That was approximately 15 years ago. But I haven’t been strict in the least bit. I have eaten meat here and there. I’ve definitely eaten plenty of seafood over the years. Nonetheless, I’m surprised by my ability to eat red meat without being sick. A couple months ago I had some great chicken in Seattle, but my GI tract was messed up for a week. So how can I explain it? I’m not sure. But the steak was great!
I want more.
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It’s a great way to compare gas prices.
A German restaurant, Espitas, is now offering maggots on their menu: salads, cocktails, desserts, all augumented by the fine flavor of imported Mexican maggots.
Honestly, they don’t really look like maggots. They look like the special, farm-raised worms available at edible.com.
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Also, be sure to check out the Espitas website.
Interesting game. Move the pieces, and watch the process by which the machine calculates the best move to counter yours. Highly inventive.
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