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At the request of Carpet Ship guests, a recipe for post-apocalyptically-appropriate white chili:
Walking in I was greeted by a wafting whiff of what seemed to be wine. Good wine, I'd say, but I couldn't tell you more about it than that. My sniffer is reasonably acute, but not down to the level of discerning the type of wine or the vintage or anything. Appropriately, it was accompanied by an aroma of rising and/or baking French bread. Zut alors, I think I'd better pronounce it "Day-twah" today.post a comment
This right here is an insightful blog post from Dr. Jonathan Foulds, a far deeper thinker about these issues than I claim to be, on the introduction and probable failure of Marlboro's new snus (oral tobacco) product. It's pretty gobsmacking to consider the hypothesis that Philip Morris is plowing millions of dollars into developing, testing, and marketing (presumably inadequately, but perhaps not) an entirely new type of tobacco product, with the strategic expectation that it will fail--especially when you consider how likely it is to be true.2 comments | post a comment
Though it takes a different tack than your ever-fun-stifling health-nazi correspondent here might, this NYTimes article bemoaning the appearance of the ubiquitous chicken finger on kids' menus is worth a read. I would say, in fact, that its author's disdain for the blandification--nay, ghettoization, really--of restaurant foods prepared for kids really feeds back (har) into the public health problem of pushing highly processed, unhealthy foods to children.
Trust the Aussies to come up with one single genuine negative aspect of smoke-free bars and restaurants: rampant, uncamouflaged farting. I suppose I don't call this blog Nicotine & Gravy for nothing--sounds to me like the pubs had best stop serving the greasiest possible fare to their customers.
Even in bars where the clientele is less gaseous, there are overwhelming odours of industrial detergent and wood polish.
Well, gee, classy places like those sure had a lot going for them to begin with! When your establishment's only redeeming (if I may stretch that term so shamelessly) feature is that it allows smoking, I'd say you're at the rim of the abyss, and rightly so.
Don't get me wrong, I have been known to comment on the benefits of being able to fart with impunity at some of the low-rent joints my reprobate friends and I have frequented, but I hereby make this solemn pledge: If they go smoke-free, I will happily hold it in. How's that for a fair trade? 1 comment | post a comment