My husband just declared my pulled pork the absolute best he's ever had.
I'm quite proud. I brined a pork shoulder for two days, then made a homemade rub with brown sugar, white sugar, pepper, cayenne, Cuban coffee, cinnamon, mace, cocoa, and other assorted things that caught my fancy, then put it in the oven, under foil and low and slow, from ten this morning until four-thirty this afternoon.
By then, it was my bitch.
Re: doctors and fat people:
My friends and I used to have a joke: One of us fat girls walks into Emergency with an axe sticking out between the shoulders, and they would prescribe weight loss before doing emergency surgery.
Interview a doctor? For free? Really? I've never heard of such a thing. How I wish I had known that last week.
If any among you has ~ma to spare, think of me tomorrow morning, because I'll be having a first appointment with a new doctor to discuss the car accident and other stuff too. Have I mentioned that I hate and fear doctors? They are all mean people who suck and are more interested in operational billing departments than health care delivery. Plus I just don't want to go. My favorite joke lately is that it will be more dignified to just die in the back yard before submitting my precious flesh to those horrible, awful, self righteous un helpful nasty people in the medical profession.(rant, rave, fume, expostulate)
Why is my wisdom tooth socket still aching? The tooth was removed two and a half months ago! And it still hurts like hell.
Dude, WTH?
I suspect it was Brighter Planet for NO voting. Still, it was a momentarily startling thing.