Friday, December 10, 2010

Someone's in the kitchen with dishpan hands...

Mom & I have been playing again in the kitchen ('tis the season, after all). Mom does the serious stuff, while I stick to idiot's delight activities, much to my delight.

Last week, I taught a couple of friends how to make a good basic brown gravy (my fave is Thanksgiving turkey gravy on anything, from taters to rice to a slab of bread). If you can cook meat, you can usually make gravy, too... unless you really like working with that extra-lean meat. And I can work around that, given enough advance notice. But I didn't do any of that, this week. I don't have much energy, still after having fought off the latest influenza (coughing for a month is not my idea of a swell holiday activity). I wanted to keep things simple.

This week, I went crazy and cranked up the oven for some baked goods... sort of. My main project: "What a Maroon's Macaroons." I'm posting it over in Mom's kitchen, aka Klip's Joint.

There's a little extra, too, for Christmas....

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

What's mine is mine

According to my understanding of the Declaration of Independence and the United States Constitution (and I grant, I am no legal scholar of the documents -- just a sufferer of a slightly-above-average amount of history education), all men are created equal, and shall be treated as such under the laws of this great nation.

So, how is it that we have had a different set of standards for taxation of citizens? How is it that our leaders can be -- and have been for more than a century -- demonizing "the rich" and taking away from them a greater percentage of their earnings than they do others? I thought we were supposed to be the great egalitarian society, and the Land of Opportunity, but what the POTUS says is, we are a nation divided along class lines, just like Europe of two centuries past.

When will this nitwit and his ilk realize that class warfare is a nihilist game, and using the government to wage that war is quite the opposite of what the founders had in mind. When will it occur to them that undermining "the rich" employers also drags down the workers? To make the wealthy poor makes everybody poorer, because, not only are they destroying the source of employment, but they're also killing the goose that lays the golden eggs of investment in medicine, technology, art, and even infrastructure? If the government aim is ultimately to own everybody and everything so they can redistribute it as they see fit, aren't we little better than Zimbabwe?

And, on the subject of Constitution and our properties and persons... why is everybody discussing the TSA grope-and-hope stuff as an issue of privacy? That term is too (a) terribly overused, and therefore (b) too vague and generic to be remotely useful in this debate. It's not about mere privacy, here. It's about unwarranted search and seizure. When did this thumbing of the nose at of the laws of nature (man mechanically lifting his person in flight) actually violate Constitutional rights? How is the generic search of persons who travel even remotely warranted? Did somebody put a devil's clause in the ticket sales contract, surrendering all personhood once one sets foot on the concourse of an airport? Is it really too much to demand that the authorities first have probable cause before they scan our skivvies or put their hands on our erogenous zones?

Not that I fly. I'm just trying to wrap my head around this thing. I was raised to believe we had rights -- not the least of which being that nobody can search us or seize our persons and properties without our having first broken some specific law. I guess the documents I read are not related to the ones the current POTUS used to teach young'uns about.

In a stew...

Just taste-tested a pot of chili I made for tonight's Warren County Doll Club meeting (Christmas potluck). It's a variation on this recipe. I made it extra-mild for the delicate taste buds of most of the elderly Midwestern ladies. It still has a little kick, though, so I'd better pack extra sour cream, shredded cheese, and such, just in case.

O'course, if I were making it for just myself, I'd have doubled the normal number & heat of serrano peppers, & had my sinuses finally cleared up. sigh. Maybe I should pack some of my many varieties of salsa, for kicks.