Toast

~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 5 Comments
The only things missing are the man-bun and the ironic facial hair.

No, not him. I’m talking about the famous Hipster Avocado Toast a la Señor Dog of Albuquerque.

The other day I bought a six-pack of avocados to chop into a rough salsa for a batch of chipotle-honey chicken tacos. This proved to be about four too many, so there you have it. The bread is a robust whole-wheat number from the Toastmaster Bread Box recipe booklet.

It seems a good day to crouch behind the parapets, nibbling tasty bits and dodging dispatches from the Bananas Republic. This just in: GOP sticks fingers in ears and goes “LA LA LA LA LA LA LA,” how the Donks will fuck this up, everybody hates everybody else, etc., et al., and so on and so forth.

Nature abhors a vacuum, and so does the 24/7 news cycle. Happily, we still have a couple avocados left.

Some Saturday silliness

~ Patrick O'Grady ~ 4 Comments
The sun starts to peek over the Sandias.

OK, it’s been a little dark lately, and it may get darker still.

So today, while we wait for the poor sods tasked with deciphering the wishes of the electorate to finish their thankless chore, here are a few items that made Herself and I giggle like schoolchildren this morning.

• Say what? Sign-language interpreter translates heckler shouting “Fuck you!” at Hawaii mayor.

• Talk about your pinkos: Trump backers tricked into joining “Gay Communists for Socialism” on Facebook.

• Avoid the void: The void is full. Please stop screaming into it.