As for Margaret Holmes’ Hoppin’ John, I use this as the foundation for a local treat called “Texas Caviar” … blackeyed peas, tomatoes, onions and jalapeños! Just dump two or three cans of (drained) Hoppin’ John in a nice bowl, squirt it with some oil and vinegar dressing, toss and refrigerate! Oy, I love this crap ... and as a bonus it’s also exceptionally healthy at no extra charge. All of these wonderful canned products are excellent if you’re a senior citizen who can’t stand up any more to cook things due to shitty knees and feet, such as yours truly.
You can order all of these excellent foods from Wal-Mart.
My nurse practitioner, Anthonia, is from Nigeria, smart as a whip and makes me laugh. Her medical assistant, Nora, is coming back next Wednesday to do my INR blood test. It’s about clotting speed because I take a blood thinner for a heart condition. I used to do my own INR testing with a handy-dandy (and expensive) CoaguChek XS meter, but the test strips cost $48 online (eBay) for a container of six, and if Nora does the test for me the cost is ZERO. (The decision to stop self-testing was a no-brainer.)
Oy, what an asshole! Republican Roy Moore from Alabama is trying to get elected to the U.S. Senate on the “I’m Not Really a Predatory Pedophile” platform. Women are currently crawling out of the woodwork to tell their stories about how Moore stalked them at school, at their after-school jobs and at home when they were still under 16 years of age and he was already in his 30s. This sick fuck wants to be a senator? He deserves to be an INMATE!
Know what? I definitely remember at 15 feeling scared and creeped out by older men who would flirt with me or try to strike up a conversation on a bus or in an elevator when there was nobody else around. It’s a sickening feeling. I was always afraid to make men angry by completely ignoring them, so I learned the fine art of flippant small talk until I could get myself into a safer space. Once I was coming home with my sister after a concert in downtown Chicago, and a drunk on the subway wouldn’t leave us alone. There was nobody else in the subway car except the three of us. I was 16, Robin was 14, and this intoxicated jackass exposed himself to us, hovered next to our seat, asked us ridiculously suggestive questions and made the ride home miserable. My father was waiting to pick us up at the Howard Street terminal when we got off the train on the north side, and it was a huge relief to see him. Unfortunately, the drunk was still right behind us, so dad extended his hand and said, “Hi! I’m Herb Lutz!” I whispered, “Daddy … let’s get out of here! HE’S A FLASHER!” You never saw three people take off so fast in your entire life.
I just finished up a leftover container of General Tso’s Chicken from last night’s dinner … and next I’ll tackle a gorgeous slice of SUGAR-FREE PECAN PIE. Sam brought home some sugar-free bakery goodies yesterday from Tom Thumb. I can’t believe it! Last time I was in Tom Thumb (okay, maybe six or seven years ago) I inquired about sugar-free bakery goods and was told they didn’t carry ANYTHING. When Sam called from the store to tell me what they had I almost had a brain hemorrhage. In case you’re interested, my other sugar-free pie option was pumpkin, plus they also had a variety of big bakery cookies. Sam brought home the pecan pie and a container of chocolate chunk cookies. The cookies are amazing and I’m positive that the pie will be amazing, too. I’m having an excellent day.
Please floss when you’re through reading, okay?
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