Hooray for peasants!

Bwah! Cracks me up.

My family heritage is that of supporting the "wrong" side of things. Sided with Bonny Prince Charlie, fought for the British in the Revolution (even though they lived in Massachusetts), that sort of thing.

I think moist things, by definition, are not crusty. You only get crustiness when you dry things out. Hence the difference between pie dough and pie.

Pie is a bit different from dried out pie dough, otherwise we could skip the heating part.

However, I have no problem imagining crusty on the outside and moist on the inside. I like variety in texture. Maybe like an uber-rare steak, bleeding on the inside, but seared on the outside.

Dammit. I need lunch NOW. I've managed to take myself from grossed out to ravenous.

Warwak, a former fishing guide, said he became a vegan in January.

Oh, so it's like that guy who just quit smoking and is high on the whole thing.

Man, the recently converted are unbelievably annoying when it comes to evangelism.

Can you have moist crusty cockles?

Sure, except for the part where I have an irrational dislike of the word 'moist.' My ventricles. My punkass ventricles. Let me... not show you them.

the recently converted are unbelievably annoying when it comes to evangelism

I forgot what thread I was in for a second and found myself thinking "No, Teppy didn't evangelise...or did she, and I missed it?"

I forgot what thread I was in for a second and found myself thinking "No, Teppy didn't evangelise...or did she, and I missed it?"

Bullwhips for everyone!!!

Teppy didn't evangelize, she just honestly and articulately shared. I thought that was very cool.

My sister started doing some preliminary genealogy, but didn't get very far. It doesn't help that my family are of the sacrifice the truth for the sake of a good story school. What I know is that I am primarily French and Irish (The first Ozon came to St. Pierre in 1799.) and quite newly admitted, a little Mi'kmaq. There are rumors that my French side were once Jewish, but I file that under good story.

I have an irrational dislike of the word 'moist.'

It's not irrational. The word moist is starling onomatopoeic.

I like the soft inside, crunchy outside cookies myself.

Yeah, Nixon. Heh. After I posted I wondered if anyone would get that. More than you wanted to know:

A group of local businessmen, who made a lot of money quickly in oil, wanted a congressman from Whittier who would protect their oil depletion allowance, a 15 percent tax write-off for the value their wells lost every year because the owners had taken the oil out, sold it, and could not replace it.

Nixon was the choice, and he got elected in 1946. John F. Kennedy won his first term the same year. Unlike JFK, Nixon did not have any money to cover the extra expenses congressmen face: two homes, the need to go places and have your wife look a certain way, some entertaining of your own, travel to the home district. He was in his 30s with two small children. In those days, Congressmen had many legal ways to make extra money. They could put their wives on the government payroll, maintain partnerships in law, real estate, or insurance firms, accept lecture fees, and keep a hand in a business,

Nixon did none of that. He just voted for the depletion allowance, with all the congressmen from oil states, and the Whittier oilmen put together a fund to help with his expenses. In his eyes, it was no different from Michigan congressmen supporting the auto industry, or Iowa congressmen supporting farm subsides. They were all serving the folks back home....

....It was during the 1952 presidential campaign that news of Nixon’s fund became a national scandal. Republican leaders and Eisenhower advisors talked openly about dropping him from the ticket. He had to go on national TV, explain everything, and prove that he was clean...

...Nixon disclosed everything they owned and everything they owed. He did not put his wife on the government payroll but his opponent did – not that there’s anything wrong with that. They have a house with a mortgage they bought with a down payment he borrowed from his father. He drives an old Oldsmobile. Many political wives wear fur coats, “but Pat here wears a good Republican cloth coat, and I think she looks great in it.” Finally, there was one gift he had no intention of returning. It was a cocker spaniel that the girls love, and call “Checkers.” And so the speech became “the Checkers speech” to everyone except the Nixons – who called it “the fund speech.” It saved his career.