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Look what Uncle B growed me

I love an artichoke in drawn butter. Drawn garlic butter.

Oh, I’m hungry now. My lunch was disappointing. I tried making salmon croquettes for the first time and they tasted a lot salmonier than my mom’s, somehow.

Anyway, I’ve been amusing myself watching CHAZ come down in realtime. Or CHOP or CHOO CHOO or whatever that loose collection of trust fund babies, upstanding persons of color and hobos were calling themselves by the end. They sure showed us. Now we know a world without cops is possible, provided we’re willing to put up with six shootings, two fatal, in a four-block area over a three week period.

Though to be fair, it was much worse in Chicago, which has plenty of cops.

Somebody had Carl Reiner in the Dead Pool. Uncle Al says it’s somebody named Currently. I’ll confirm that when I queue up a new Dead Pool day after tomorrow.


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: July 1, 2020, 8:19 pm

Proud of that artichoke. Growed it from seed and everything.

Lurking at the back of the border, meanwhile, is a clutch of more Weaseltreats – Jerusalem artichokes (no relation) which I’ve never grown before. Golly, they’re getting tall!

Sometimes it’s worth having a weasel around just as an excuse to grow things no badger would eat in a thousand years.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: July 1, 2020, 9:19 pm

What a lovely thistle! Well done, Uncle Badger!

Mme. Ermine, if you like your artichokes with drawn garlic butter, you might want to try aioli as well. I’m not suggesting that anything is better than butter, but aioli is right up there on the “best of the good stuff” list.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: July 1, 2020, 9:57 pm

It’s a perfect artichoke. Better match the paint color before you eat it 🙂 Because you should totally paint a picture of that artichoke. Is Uncle Badger growing garlic, too? Thinking about garden-fresh garlic makes me swoon.

Re: salmon. There are all kinds of salmon. Your mom’s salmon croquettes were likely made with a milder salmon. Now I need to add salmon to the grocery list.

Comment from Pupster
Time: July 2, 2020, 12:03 am

I’m pretty sure lobster and artichokes are only consumed as a socially acceptable method of pouring melted butter directly into the mouth.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: July 2, 2020, 12:33 am

@Pupster — True, true! And in the same category are hot buttered croissants, which are ALREADY about 50% butter when you put them in to bake!

Comment from Gromulin
Time: July 2, 2020, 6:14 pm

The proper way to eat an artichoke is to think of it as a mayonnaise delivery system.
I’ve always thought that the first human to look at a goddamned thistle flower and try to eat it must have been the hungriest mofo on the planet. God bless him, though.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 2, 2020, 8:40 pm

He grew me garlic one year, but it was a lot of trouble and not much yield. When a crop turns out like that, it’s easier all around just to buy it. He tends to concentrate on things that are either expensive, hard to get, or much nicer when they first get harvested.

Comment from Janet Roesler
Time: July 2, 2020, 9:39 pm

Don’t buy the cheap brand of salmon. Drain it thoroughly. Remove all the skin. KETCHUP!

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: July 2, 2020, 10:28 pm

you’re not to eat, or enjoy, or say croissants – because you might offend the Muslims. Because the croissant was created after they failed to take Vienna back in the good old days before America invented slavery, or something.

Just sayin, no more croissants because you’re being insensitive.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: July 3, 2020, 1:29 am

@durnedyankee — I think I might have been not insensitive on a very few special occasions in my youth long, long ago. IIRC it had something to do with trying to get laid.

Pass the croissants and butter, please! And some of that challah, and a hot cross bun, too, while you’re up. Is there anything left in that Bloody Mary pitcher next to the bacon?

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