WTF-Beta

Geese

Sundae

That guy is a disgrace to the name.

Tryst

Sourdough discard dog biscuits. More trouble than they’re worth but Sam likes them.

Cool tech, but these new fast chargers must use astonishing amounts of power to charge them. The fast chargers we have now are very thirsty as it is.

If this continues you’re going to need a small substation for each charging location.

Jennings

The future consists of AI agents selling advertisements to each other?

I like it!

Everclear

Towels, dude. Towels and a bucket.

It’ll take you like 10 minutes.

@ShiroKuro

Pull up the covers, SK. Sleep. It’s the best watch to get past this.

It will all be over before you know it!

Up

Mrs. Miller will never allow a giblet in her kitchen.

Ever.

Trails

I smoked a whole turkey one year. It was quite an undertaking. Came out great!

Gravy, however, was problematic.

Haven’t messed with crackers yet. I did make a few loaves of soft, fluffy discard sandwich bread.

They came out well, if I may say so myself

This reminds me that I need to come up from the basement and get my shots. Not sure how many I can get at once but I want them all!

It is! I make a loaf or two every day or two, and after figuring out the basic Tartine method no two loaves are made the same way twice. Some work, most don’t, and the jackals care not one bit about crumb or crust. They devour it like they haven’t eaten in days.

Part of it is my new basement kitchen, now with stereo sound and a TV. It’s my happy place and I don’t care if we get 49 feet of snow or none at all. That’s where you’ll find me.

Next up - sourdough discard dog treats - now with more pumpkin!

Sharon is working on stuffing next.

I’ve been making ridiculous quantities of sourdough bread that will surely feature prominently. Most of my output goes to my nieces in law who rip chunks off of it before I even get in the door and devour it like angry jackals. Good ones and bad ones - it’s gone in no time at all.

Does my heart good!

@ShiroKuro

You sound like my wife, who accuses me of being a big baby when I get sick. She soldiers on, I go to bed and don’t come out until I’m not sick any more.

The world can get along without me for two days. I’m sick, dammit!