Migration is fascinating, isn't it? I remember the epiphany of building towns next to water (I think I was reading the Laura Ingalls Wilder books) and then rushing to the Atlas to see the evidence.
'Serenity'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
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I have heard that you can see artifacts of the migration pattern in the type of barbeque that is common in Northern industrial cities, though I can't for the life of me remember where I read that.
True enough out here, where we tend to get Texas and Oklahoma style BBQ, with a fair amount of Louisiana style Southern in Oakland.
I usually have friends I know pretty well over, but I'm all "Hey, I'm thinking maybe roasted chicken with potatoes and a salad. Anything you don't eat?"
KC is pretty much as expected, but I'm happy to say that parts of it are much more integrated than I expected, and that's good.
I went to the flickr part of that map, and suddenly the reason why we always thought of the southside of Indy as more redneck makes sense--apparently all the black people live on the northside, and only white people live on the south side. Huh.
I like the challenge of trying to cook for all kinds of different kinds of eaters. But, I also know a few people that have lots of problems with all kinds of foods, if they want to bring something so they know there is something they can eat - great. Even before I was diabetic, I was interested in what food had in it - and I can get a bit obsessive on the topic. So people have to tell me to hush occasionally.
now to the population website
My usual response to an invitation to dinner at someone's house is, "That would be great! By the way, I'm vegan. Would you like me to bring something?" But most of the dinners that I go to are the sort where everyone brings something.
I always ask for dietary restrictions/preferences when I'm going to be cooking for someone I don't know. I'd much rather know in advance and be able to make something everyone will enjoy eating!
The only time that I've given up on this is with one of my cousins, because it's just too frustrating. She says no dairy, no gluten, no sugar. OK. No problem. My mom makes brisket. I make a vegan main dish that has gluten, but a potato and spinach side dish that's gluten-free. My mom makes a vegetable dish with margarine instead of butter. Cousin comes to dinner. Cousin won't eat the brisket, because there's a little bit of flour in the gravy. OK, that makes sense -- flour does have gluten. She won't eat the vegetables, because she insists that all margarine has dairy in it, even though there's one vegan and one kosher person there pointing at the label that says "Non-dairy" and "pareve" and every other formulation of "Does not contain milk" on the margarine container. She won't eat the potato and spinach dish, because "You never know what goes into things, it might have gluten," even though I made it, from scratch, and can tell her every single thing in it, can even show her the boxes that the very few processed things came in, and while she can't point to anything that actually has gluten, she still won't eat it, because "You never know."
Then she eats the matzoh balls. And the noodles. After a few years of this, I just stopped factoring her into my holiday cooking plans, since even making something that she eats is no guarantee that she'll eat it. My mother continues to make special things and then get disappointed when they're not eaten.
There's nothing you can do with people like that. Except not invite them. But if they're family, smile sweetly and say "well, I guess that you'll starve"
Then she eats the matzoh balls. And the noodles.
um, what?
There's nothing you can do with people like that. Except not invite them. But if they're family, smile sweetly and say "well, I guess that you'll starve"
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Yeah, that's kind of cracked.
(But only because she's obviously made such a stink of it before. I try to keep in mind the kind of thing Steph was talking about. If you eat gluten free but once in a while decide you really want a pancake, well, it's not my job to police your choices or consistency or whatev. It is my job to respect your stated restrictions as best I can.)
Re the origami discussion, this was a hobby of mine as a teenager. (My favourites were a rather lovely rose, and a stegosaurus that took two hours to fold.) the names of folds within the literature were simple and descriptive, like valley fold and mountain fold.
I don't know what a hamburger fold would be supposed to look like.