It does! I just got the measurements wrong. It's still 2 cans chili beans, 1 can kidney beans, 2 cans tomatoes, etc. -- just not 8-oz cans!
Oh, yeah, if I did THAT, it would fit four people easily!
P-Cow, are you using cumin? Without cumin it's not chili.
I am using chili seasoning packets. They probably have cumin.
Oh, I also bought a loaf pan and a cookie sheet. Can I make cornbread in a loaf pan? The Trader Joe's mix wants me to use an 8 x 8 x 2 pan.
Not until he learns to take it out of the can first.
No WONDER it had this weird metallic taste to it...
Can I make cornbread in a loaf pan?
Definitely. That's how I always make it.
Do you need to add a bit of time to the recipe to account for the pan?
Definitely. That's how I always make it.
It needs an egg! So I have to buy a dozen eggs just to use one egg! I guess I will have to figure out what to do with eleven more eggs.
Hipsters don't own houses. They live in shabby bedsits, or in squats or possibly starve in the garret.
Only if they've blown their trust fund allotment for the year. They'll be back in the loft soon.
As far as self-identifying... if you put on a tiny straw fedora you have, intentionally or otherwise, self-identified as a hipster.
So I have to buy a dozen eggs just to use one egg!
Many stores sell half-dozen cartons. And if you're not careful, you could discover omelets. Or other baking things. And then a half-dozen will be too few.
I guess I will have to figure out what to do with eleven more eggs.
Deviled eggs.
I'm going to conclude that hipsters are a largely mythical being existing only to be the subject of other people's ire.
Hip, as a notion, goes back to early jazz days. It is the idea that you have (at least in one etymology I've seen) hip waders on to forge through the flood of bullshit. In short, it is for outsiders who see the game is rigged and will not be drawn into it. People who work in the margins. Not entitled people.
It is not (historically at least) about Bright Young Things, Home Owners, Eurotrash or Trust Fund Kids.
It is a point of view distinctly derived from black culture as much as camp was once a POV for gay culture.
It is not (historically at least) about Bright Young Things, Home Owners, Eurotrash or Trust Fund Kids.
As with so many things, the meaning has been co-opted by the BYTs.
As with so many things, the meaning has been co-opted by the BYTs.
Much like Williamsburg its self.
I'm going to conclude that hipsters are a largely mythical being existing only to be the subject of other people's ire.
I'd invite you to come with me to Wicker Park and see them in their natural habitat, but I haven't been over there in a while and they may have moved on to other Pabst Blue Ribbon watering holes.
