One of my favorite ways to prepare eggplant, especially when the grill is fired up, is to just slice a phat eggplant in half and slather each half with seasoned miso paste (miso mixed with soy sauce and seasoned rice wine vinegar, and simmered down 'til it's a thick paste again). Then I set the halves on a cooler part of the grill, away from the coals, cover it, and let 'em lay there, I dunno, 20 minutes or so? Check a few times, maybe turn so every face of the skin faces the coals at some point. 'Til the skin is looking like it's been baked a while, and the things are a bit shrunken. Then, you can remove from the grill and slice each half into maybe 4 servings, or just leave it on the buffet table with a large spoon for people to scoop out helpings for themselves.
Is it too late to apply the "It Was A Riot" slug to your Fifty Years Before Ferguson post, from a couple weeks back, or its "Long Hot Summers" and "Racism" tags to this one?
This is good work. I look forward to future installments
Rocky Balboa's really more of an adjective, no? Ray Quick, too. Karl Urban, for that matter...
I wanna squeeze Valley Girl into this history somewhere, and all of Ann Magnuson's work, but I guess those are less sprechstimme than just monologuing over a groove...
This is talked about in the most recent episode of The Memory Palace, "We've Forgotten James Powell", worth a listen.
@BadUncle I've got to pay attention to the wording on labels more closely. I'd long presumed that what separates gin from a juniper/"plant stuff" flavored vodka, is that gin was distilled with the asst'd botanicals, and not just steeped with them, like a flavored vodka. But if Wikipedia is to be believed, that only holds true for "distilled gin" or "London gin". It is however apparently legally acceptable to soak some juniper berries in vodka for a bit, and slap "gin" on the label. Who knew? (Matt Buchanan, I guess)
What's so hellish about this? I always thought the main element missing from the Master Musicians of Jajouka was a chorus of yammering teens.
Oh, good, it worked! Glad I earned that.
Compulsive copy edit/nitpicking leaves me craving foie gras funnel cake, viz "lives lack *ANY* value or meaning"
Counting syllables in links has always wrecked the rhythm and diminished the pleasure of composing twaiku anyway. Good riddance!