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on Monday I went to a concert in Missoula, one of two locations in Montana that has a Chick-Fil-A, but happens to be almost four hours away. I know the company is "problematic" at best, but I grew up eating it and it's some of my favorite food. not having regular access genuinely broke my heart. I hadn't had it in three years. so, I called ahead and - indulge me here - ordered a catering tray of chicken nuggets. the plan was to break it down into some baggies and freeze them.
I can't find where I got the number from but I thought they started at like 32 nugs. indulgent? yes. but hardly glutenous. when I phoned the order in (which you're required to do) the catering manager asked for my information and debit card, which I assumed was for a deposit and whatnot in case I didn't show. he was very helpful and it all felt great. it's worth noting that I'm not that bright.
when I got there I ordered lunch and asked to pick up my order. it took them a while, but they eventually brought me out a bag. a very, very big bag, with three sealed heating trays in it. being too anxious/meek to ask what was in said bag and in a rush to start my sojourn home I just rolled with it.
turns out they did not give me 32 nuggets. in fact, the catering manager upgraded me to the largest tray possible. I am now the proud owner of **120** (one hundred and twenty) chicken nuggets. I'm literally running out of space in my freezer.
if you're in need of some tasty nugs, let me know. I can set you up for a while.
There was a general sense that life was shit and that I was a significant contributor to it.
The pissed-off, hurting teenager that loved this song still lives inside me.

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Protesters in Minneapolis threw sex toys at federal agents to protest ICE crackdown on immigrants. Arrests were made as demonstrators shouted insults. What drives people to such extreme actions in the fight for immigrant rights? #Immigration #Protest #ICECrackdown
Demonstrators shouted âEat a dick!â and âFuck ICE!â as they pelted the vehicles with dildos. A local sheriffâs deputy was reportedly struck upside the head.
Activist Russell Ellis, who posted video of the demonstration on Instagram, said the protesters âshowed real balls.â
âDildos coming your way! Dildos! Dildos!â Ellis barked as the toys rained down on vehicles, landing with rubbery thwunks. âItâs raining dicks!â
sometimes I wish my brain was a bit smoother.
Art by Noriyoshi Ohrai for the Japanese editions of Hyperion and Fall of Hyperion by Dan Simmons (RIP)
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Ora Isaacs Watson and Arlie Watson at Jack Guyâs Store 1 via Southern Music Research Center
obvs nobody else cares, but for the first time in like three months my tinnitus has subdued to the point where I didn't even notice its absence until I thought about it. that inattention is pretty great.
Imagine how much historical knowledge wasnât written down because our ancestors thought: âWhat idiot isnât going to know this?â
So ancient Egyptâs best friend basically was called Punt. They traded all kinds of fun stuff with them; ebony, incense, gold, silver, myrrh, leopard skins, baboons for pets⊠and the Egyptians wrote a lot about the land, the people living there, what their houses looked like, records of trading expeditions to there (like, robust, oceangoing ships with thousands of men); they wrote down everything imaginable about this place⊠except for where it actually was.
We still to this day have no geographic fix on this ancient empireâs whereabouts, because what idiot wouldnât know, right?
Until the 1850s British condiment sets came with bottles for oil and vinegar, and three spice containers for salt, pepper andâŠnobody knows. Potentially mustard, but itâs just a guess because no one ever wrote it down.
And this is why historians love, really love, those incredibly dull people who write in their diary every day about what they wore and what they had for dinner and how many miles away their friend Mr So-And-Soâs house is in that one village. Because they are the only ones who *do* write down what was in the third spice jar, how many miles away this now-nonexistent village was and so on. Seriously, the diaries of really dull people are HISTORICAL TREASURES OF OTHERWISE LOST MINUTIAE.
Somewhere out there there is almost certainly a diary that would expose the true contents of that third spice jar because of the one time it was low and this person had to have a quiet word with the butler or something and it was the most interesting thing that happened all week so they wrote it down. And I hope that diary is found someday because now I really want to know.
Thatâs weirdly heart warming. Like, even if you are incredibly dull and live a normal boring life, you still might be the most interesting person to some historian some day
Iâve done some reenactment cooking, and there is one Renaissance European cookbook author who left us a trove of recipes but when he got to vegetables said, essentially, Iâm not going to waste your time on that, women know how to prepare them. And so we have no fucking idea about which vegetables they were eating in that particular context, or how.
ETA: It was Le Viandier de Taillevent, and the actual line supposedly translates as, âwomen are experts with these and anyone knows how to do them.â (http://www.godecookery.com/how2cook/howto01.htm)
If the third spice container in a cruet-set was for mustard it would usually be a standard lid-and-spoon mustard pot. This oneâs from the 1840s, though Iâve seen a photo of a Georgian one from the late 1780s which looked just like it.
Mostly they were too big to be included in the set, because mustard was used in larger quantities than anything else. âSpices, Salt & Aromatics in the English Kitchenâ by Elizabeth David © 1970, mentions the medieval Goodman of Paris recommending that a wedding party of forty persons should be supplied with two quarts of mustard. This dropped off a bit as time went on, but even modern mustard-pots (check Google Image) are much larger than the salt-n-pepper.
Not that mustard gets eaten in quantity, just taken from the pot, put on the rim of the plate (as late as my tens - 1960s - this was also the âgood table mannersâ to use salt) then judiciously dabbed with the point of the eating-knife onto whatever needs spiced. J.J. Coleman, founder of the U.K.âs best known mustard company, once said: âI make my money from the mustard people leave on the side of their plate.â
So that third container was IMO for sugar. Hereâs a vintage cruet-set with, going clockwise, a bottle almost certainly for vinegar, a single-hole pourer for salt, a multi-hole shaker for pepper, and a taller multi-hole with larger holes that Iâm convinced is a sugar-caster (from which we get caster sugarâŠ).
But sugar as a table condiment?
C. Anne Wilsonâs © 1973 âFood and Drink in Britain from the Stone Age to the 19th Centuryâ quotes numerous recipes using sugar as a garnish on savoury dishes (trout in wine, roast mutton with herb stuffing, various others), and even uses the term âflavour enhancerâ. Sugar was the MSG of Renaissance and Early Modern England, and the US palateâs fondness for adding sweetness to savoury - such as pouring syrup onto a breakfast of waffles, bacon and sausage - is a match to that historical flavour combination. Actual historical information can be overwhelmed by the business of ânot writing down what everyone knowsâ, since it bounces off âwhat is written down leads to what everyone thinks they know.âÂ
Take âmedievalâ and âbathingâ - two words that âeveryone thinksâ are mutually incompatible, reinforced by desaturated movies, dingy costumes, âThereâs some lovely filth over here!â and of course âHow do you know heâs a kingâŠ?â
The usual proof that medieval people were dirty was the infrequency of baths noted in household journals, since stuff like âThis being All Hallowsâ Eve, my Lady did take her bathâ, with similar entries few and far between, indicated that so was washing.
You could apply the same rule to the present day, and be wrong. Moderns, @dduane and I among them, take daily showers but might not have an actual full-tub bath from one monthâs end to the next. Just waiting for the thing to fill takes as long as a hasty freshen-up shower (though Iâm sure other taps work faster than ours) and uses far more of the household hot-water supply, so just hopping in, scrubbing and hopping out again after all that seems a bit wasteful. So why not make a meal of it? LiterallyâŠ
âMore bread, more wine, more hot water?â
Iâve even heard baths described as unhygienic because youâre lying in your own dirty water. Thatâs only if youâre actually using the bath for washing in. We (I donât think weâre the only ones) shower first because we donât actually wash in the tub, we soak, we laze, we luxuriate, and a book and a glass of wine feature more prominently than soap or shampoo.
This time-wasting Deadly Sin of Luxury was one of the things that got bathing a bad name; also that bathing reminded the bather of Certain Parts of The Body and the sinful but fun things that might be done with them.
âYour tub or mine?â
This photo reminds me of a Swiss hotel D and I stayed in, also with two tubs, and a shower cubicle located where this oneâs mirror isâŠ
The first article linked at the bottom notes that (a) the monks of Westminster Abbey were required to have a bath four times a year, but (b) that the Abbey retained a full-time bath attendant who had a yearly stipend and a daily bread allowance.
Why âfull-timeâ and âdailyâ if he was only needed four times a year? I have a feeling those four baths were a formal religious observance (two were at Christmas and Easter) but the monks had far less elaborate or ceremonial washes far more frequently.
There were numerous medieval public bathhouses (frowned upon by the Church since Nakedness led to Nookie), but âtaking a (private) bathâ in the days before piped water and drainage plugs was a serious, disruptive performance in any household, well worth noting down.
The bath had to be hauled out, or maybe even constructed from separate parts like a barrel, then enough hot water to fill it had to be heated and carried to the bower or private chamber. Likewise with the cold water, which at least didnât need heating.
âKnock, knock, are you decent? Oops, sorreeeâŠâ
In those circumstances husband and wife sharing a âsave-waterâ bath was common, and thereâs reason to think the rest of the family took their turn, with top-ups of hot water as required. Since this was a bathe-for-luxury rather than wash-for-clean (that bit happened before the hot soak, Japanese style) the water didnât get grubby, but there are some theories that one-tub-for-all may be the origin of âdonât throw the baby out with the bathwaterâ.
IMO thatâs a little too neat, but YMMV.
Old-style wooden tubs are still available, and I can imagine with great pleasure how long this one would keep the water hot (that angled thing is a backrest, padded when in use.)
After the bath was done, all the water had to be carried back downstairs again bucket by bucket (if not flung out of a window) the bath put away, spills mopped up, and of course the staff had also to make time for all their regular chores as well. Small wonder such an event got noted and logged with a subtext of relief that it wouldnât happen again for a couple of months.
âIs that the loofah?â âNo, but donât stop rubbingâŠâ
I have a feeling that ordinary keep-clean washing was much simpler, and happened far more often. It needs just two buckets, a washcloth, a basin and a towel. Stand in the basin, wet the washcloth, wash with water from one bucket, rinse with water from the other bucket, dry off with the towel.
Done.
If necessary you could get away with just one bucket, so long as you didnât let the water in it get too soiled. This process was far less disruptive and wasnât entered into the household accounts, any more than noting every visit to the well or firewood stack.
We actually proved this could be managed a few years ago, when our shower mixer tap broke and the local hardware store couldnât source a replacement for a week. So we used the garden bucket, the kitchen bucket, a washcloth and a sponge, while standing in the bathtub or the shower tray (its drain still worked, but there was less risk of bashing shins against buckets in the tub).
This procedure wasnât as refreshing as a shower, but used far less water than even a partially-full tub and kept us thoroughly clean until the mixer tap was fixed. Weâve since bought one of those hand-shower things that go on the bath taps, and of course now weâve got it weâve never needed it.)
More about the subject here. And here. And here. And here.
Have you ever seen a movie in a completely empty screening?
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Empty as in not a single stranger in the screening. If you came with friends/a group of your own, but otherwise there's nobody else present, count the screening as empty.
Comment which movie(s)!
"Touch the Sound"
I literally could not have asked for a better empty screening than a documentary exploring the nature of sound, music, and experience. I was completely engrossed and there was nothing to pull me out of it.
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still probably won't restore my male-presenting nipples.

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