rantings & ramblings
Good evening, Friends! It is hot and humid and I have just returned from meeting a friend for food, and now as storms approach I’ve taken some painkillers, consumed a stroopwafel, and am working on an evening coffee. Feel free to find a seat and let’s chat about last week.
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It’s the 182nd day of the year, which means it’s time to Celebrate all the small things on Blink 182 Day: first date, the rock show, carousel . . . Dance with me with reckless abandon after midnight. Not now? I really wish I hated you. But I miss you, dammit, more than you know. Don’t tell me it’s over every time I look for you. Love is dangerous 💔
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Happy National Waffle Iron Day! It’s the trusty metal machine bringing us crispy, golden, sweet (or savory) treats. Whether square or circular (or hearts or snowflakes or other shapes), the waffle iron is here to make your breakfast dreams come true. Fire up your waffle iron and enjoy!
Do you own a waffle iron, particularly one with a unique pattern? Let me know in the comments!
Onion Day! Today we celebrate the humble yet tasty onion, bringing tears to our eyes and layers of goodness to dishes worldwi. Wear an onion on your belt (which was the style once upon a time) and appreciate this versatile veggie in all its forms. Perhaps the Lady Shallot will pay a royal visit!
Happy Barcode Day! Give a scanning ovation to the invention that keeps everything from groceries to gadgets to gizmos aplenty in line. You can even make your own barcode online using a site like https://www.upccode.net/codemyname.php
Today is Bourdain Day, honoring the legacy of Anthony Bourdian on what would have been his 68th birthday. His passion for food, travel, and storytelling encouraged us to try new foods and experiences and embrace cultural diversity. Make a mortadella sandwich and recall his thoughts on Cambodia:
Once you’ve been to Cambodia, you’ll never stop wanting to beat Henry Kissinger to death with your bare hands. You will never again be able to open a newspaper and read about that treacherous, prevaricating, murderous scumbag sitting down for a nice chat with Charlie Rose or attending some black-tie affair for a new glossy magazine without choking. Witness what Henry did in Cambodia – the fruits of his genius for statesmanship – and you will never understand why he’s not sitting in the dock at The Hague next to Milosevic.
Running In My Head 