I’m a butter fanatic. Call it a fetish. I know. I’m freaky.
When I die, in lieu of cremation followed by scattering my ashes off a cliff somewhere — instead, baste me in melted butter. Then, deep fry me like a beignet until golden crisp and deep brown. Next sprinkle me with gobs of powdered sugar. Finally, toss me off a cliff. That way a hungry seagull can clutch, swallow and ultimately shit the last final vestiges of my earthy existence. At least my life will have had some meaning.
The great chef and culinary icon Julia Child also had a thing for butter. It was an obsession, really. She didn’t take any short-cuts inside her kitchen, which became an extension of our own homes. Child’s recipes made their way into our dining rooms and transformed how we looked upon food, not simply as a bodily requirement but as an experience. Accordingly, she didn’t resort to cooking with cheap imitations, nor resort of the use artificial ingredients. Convenience, my ass. Fuck that. Julia Child never used “low-calorie” this, nor “lite” that. Ever. And so according to that most hallowed of gospels, there was nor is no replacement for butter. Authenticity has no substitute. As they say, you can’t fake sincerity.
I often write about my moral and spiritual evolution. Peace and enlightenment aren’t final destinations, so much as constant pursuits. They require work.
Most of us go through life in a perpetual state of fluidity and fluctuation. I like to believe that I’m moving in the right direction of becoming a better person. But that’s not always the case. I admit to falling short of my personal goals, way too often.
Yesterday, I spent much of my day with the “Bernie Sanders for President” campaign here in Nevada. ]
My home state will hold its caucus on February 20th. That means “what happens in Vegas doesn’t necessarily stay in Vegas,” at least when it comes to having an impact on the party primaries and who ultimately gets nominated by both the Democrats and Republicans. As the first state in the West to hold a caucus, we really will have a voice here in Nevada about choosing the next president.
For those expecting a gushing article in support of Sen. Sanders, sorry — you won’t read that here. Instead, I’ll attempt to write about the sitting Vermont senator and Democratic presidential candidate as impartially as I can. Full Disclosure: I favor most of Sen. Sanders’ policies. I will almost certainly support him in the state caucus. Nonetheless, I’d like to give an unfiltered perspective of what attending a Bernie Sanders’ campaign rally is like.
I know. I shouldn’t have used Craig’s List. Been burned before.
But the asking price of the MacBook Pro supposedly in “like new condition” reduced down to just $600 under the bold headline “Must Sell Today” in the computers section appeared to be a bargain. In good shape, MacBook Pros usually fetch around $1,000. Brand new, they can run a couple of grand — which I don’t have laying around right now since it’s near the end of football season. Playoffs are coming up and money is my tool.
I completed most of my Christmas shopping on December 23rd and 24th. But I must also confess — I didn’t start Christmas shopping until December 23rd.
Call me a “late bloomer.” I’m a “closer.”
Foolishly, I figured that just about everyone would have finished buying their holiday gifts by that time and most of the department stores would be nearly empty except, except for a few desperate souls. Boy, was I wrong! Little did I know, most people piddle and patter around until the last minute to shop for presents. Idiots.