I’m reposting this from the FSU (Feminist Students United) listserv, because it needs to be read. (And *I* couldn’t access the site it originated on, to ask for permission to repost, so hopefully they don’t mind. If they do, I’ll take it down. But in the meantime, read up, because it’s spot-on. And I had to truncate the URL a bit – removed the “URL: http://” – to get it to show the whole link within the blockquotes.)
This Is Your Nation on White Privilege
Sep 13, 2008 By Tim WiseFor those who still can’t grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are constantly looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help.
White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because “every family has challenges,” even as black and Latino families with similar “challenges” are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.
White privilege is when you can call yourself a “fuckin’ redneck,” like Bristol Palin’s boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you’ll “kick their fuckin’ ass,” and talk about how you like to “shoot shit” for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.
White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of, then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first place because of affirmative action.
White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don’t all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you’re “untested.”
White privilege is being able to say that you support the words “under God” in the pledge of allegiance because “if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it’s good enough for me,” and not be immediately disqualified from holding office–since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the “under God” part wasn’t added until the 1950s–while believing that reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school, requires it), is a dangerous and silly idea only supported by mushy liberals.
White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you. White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto was “Alaska first,” and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you’re black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she’s being disrespectful.
White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do–like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor–and people think you’re being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college–you’re somehow being mean, or even sexist.
White privilege is being able to convince white women who don’t even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a “second look.”
White privilege is being able to fire people who didn’t support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.
White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God’s punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you’re just a good church-going Christian, but if you’re black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you’re an extremist who probably hates America.
White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a “trick question,” while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O’Reilly means you’re dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.
White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism is, as Sarah Palin has referred to it a “light” burden.
And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren’t sure about that whole “change” thing. Ya know, it’s just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain.
White privilege is, in short, the problem.
Tim Wise is the author of White Like Me (Soft Skull, 2005, revised 2008), and of Speaking Treason Fluently, publishing this month, also by Soft Skull. For review copies or interview requests, please reply to publicity@softskull.com
From: Z Net – The Spirit Of Resistance Lives
www.zcommunications.org/zspace/commentaries/3618
Alchemy Today has put up a website that will calculate your estimated tax cut under Obama’s tax plan and McCain’s tax plan, using numbers from the independent and non-partisan Tax Policy Center.
My estimated tax cut under Obama’s plan is $1422.73. Under McCain’s plan? A “whopping” $631.14. Oh, that’s right: McCain, that “champion” of the middle and working classes, is going to tax me and Greg $791.59 MORE than Obama. I think that pretty much says it all, right there, about whose tax plan is better for those of us who aren’t filthy rich nor corporations, and just how much bullshit McCain is full of. (Here’s a hint: ALOT.)
If you interested in seeing what your tax cut would be, go here and check it out.
This weekend was pretty fun. Friday night, we hung out with Jess and Mel and watched Dirty Jobs.
Saturday, I watched Doomsday, which is a TERRIBLE movie, and I heartily recommend that you do everything within your power to go to your grave not having seen this movie. Seriously. It was that bad. And I *like* bad movies, and I fucking hated it. I also watched an episode of Wire in the Blood, which was awesome. I also read the fuck out of The Eyre Affair, and made a sizable dent in Twilight Watch. I did that while Greg had D&D in Cary, and when he got home, we went to Sitar for dinner! Yay!
Sunday, Greg went to Greensboro to help his mom with her computer, and I stayed in town and went over to Jess’s and Mel’s place, and Jess very kindly cut my hair. It is super cute! I wish I had a camera so I could show you, but I don’t at the moment, so oh well. She fixed my bangs, so they’re not in my freaking eyes anymore (sweet!), and she put in layers and texture, and now it’s much more comfortable and not as goddamn thick and hot and sweaty. I love it! So, yay for that. And then we went to Target because they needed some stuff, and I tagged along because I needed mouthwash and also ended up getting some candy on sale (some Reese’s cups for Greg, and then some pumpkin spice Hershey’s Kisses for myself – I suspect that the “pumpkin spice” flavor is actually pretty disgusting for most people, but I kinda love it), AND THEN! I got this awesome Ghostbusters/Venkman “costume t-shirt.” It’s hysterical. (I will check out a camera and take pics so you can see the awesomeness for yourself.) And in case you were wondering, no, I didn’t get it for Hallowe’en (which I don’t think I will actually be celebrating until we sell our damn albatross of a house; once we are living in a house again, I’m throwing a “Hallowe’en-in-whatever-month-it-is”/costume party/housewarming, and I’ll be Anne Shirley), I got the Venkman shirt just to wear around because I saw it and I had to have it. (And it was only $7, and I can get behind a $7 shirt. Also – I just checked, and my Wardrobe Refashion pledge ended September 1st, so I didn’t even break my pledge. Which was good, considering most of my sewing stuff is in storage, so I haven’t been sewing clothes.) And then we went to Los Potrillo’s – which I’d never been to before, and I actually tried some new Mexican food: chile relleno, and loved it. It was delicious. (Usually I’m a wuss and stick with what I know I like, but the chile rellenos looked so good on the menu, and I wanted to try something new, and I’m sooooo glad I did.) Then we trooped back to the apartment and watched that Wire in the Blood episode – I didn’t mind watching it again at all, and Jess requested that we watch a movie, and honestly the selection I have at the apartment is kind of abysmal. All our dvds and tapes are in storage right now, well, almost all, so I have Cold Comfort Farm, Practical Magic, I think I have The Mummy but maybe not, possibly some Doctor Who episodes squirreled away in a box (there’s one box from the bedroom bookshelf that managed to make it into the apartment, and I think there might be some DW in it), and then Doomsday and fuck no we weren’t watching that, Dirty Jobs which we’d already watched all of, and Wire in the Blood, which J&M expressed an interest in. And then – it was like a miracle – they liked it! I was 1-happy, because I’d hate for them to hang out and me make them watch something they don’t like, and 2-flabbergasted, because it’s seriously like the first time I’ve watched a British tv show with anyone else and they haven’t hated it (except for maybe Doctor Who). Greg pretty much hates all British programming across the board, and then any time I’ve tried to watch Midsomer Murders or anything on BBCAmerica (back when we had cable) with anyone else, it’s just been awful. Anyway, we also ate some jalapeno poppers – we went to Los Po’s because Jess had a craving for poppers, but then they didn’t have any. (They had agua de jamaica – my fave! – on the menu but were also out of that, so I got horchata, which I hadn’t tried before, and it’s pretty tasty, too.) But Greg got some – actually, Friday, I think, and I think me, him, Jess, and Mel ate some Friday – and we ate some more Sunday, so a lot of poppers got eaten this weekend. But it was goddamn delicious and I’d do it again. Although, maybe not any time real soon, because even when they’re not fried, they are kind of…heavy. I don’t know. But good.
Sorry this post is kind of all over the place. I think it’s because I took Dayquil and I’ve got medicine head and it’s kind of interfering with my ability to pay attention, or be coherent, I guess. I took Dayquil today (and will be taking some Nyquil in a minute, too, before bedtime), because I’ve still got THAT CRUD. UGH. It’s not terrible, I’m just REALLY tired of it. I was already tired of it last week, and now I’m even more tired of it. And Greg had it Saturday for like six hours, and that was all – and I’m on like week two? Bullshit. I wonder if I got Greg to donate me one of his lymph nodes, if my immune system would stop being such a baby. Probably not, and we’re probably not the same blood type anyway, and I don’t think they do lymph node transplants. Oh well. Oh – but I did go to the doctor Friday (because insurance jacked the price up on Lexapro, so now I get to switch to Celexa, fun fun) and while I was there I had my doctor check out my ears: no infection, but definitely fluid behind them. Yay for sinuses draining or some shit. So that’s what my crud is – just a bunch of crappity crap sinus stuff, and sore throat and earaches and lots of mucous. But it could be worse, so I’m not unhappy, just whacked out on Dayquil.
Also – we went by the house on Saturday to check on it and mow the lawn. Well, that was in the morning when Greg felt shitty, and I wasn’t terribly up to snuff, and we decided to skip mowing the lawn because “it’s not like anyone’s going to come look at the damn place anyway.” That’s a direct quote from yours truly. So of course (of course!) someone looked at it Sunday. But the lawn doesn’t matter because they didn’t make an offer anyway. I figure if they like the house but the lawn is scary, they’ll mention that, and we’ll just be like, “Yeah, let us mow it in a hot minute!” What I mean is, I don’t think anyone’s getting scared away from the house solely because the lawn needs mowing.
Pictures soon! Like tomorrow night, unless the crud kicks my ass. And some political stuff, since the hits just keep coming.
You’ve probably already seen this, but apparently McCain called his wife a “cunt” and a “trollop.” Nice. I knew he’d called someone a “cunt,” but I didn’t realize it was his own wife. Damn. And his excuse was, it was a long day.
If Greg had a “long day,” and said that shit to me, it would probably be his last day, because I would have to cut someone.
Let’s pretend for a moment that I agreed 100% with McCain, Palin, and their platform(s?) – that right there, being so ugly to his wife and then excusing it as the result of a “long day,” would have set me against him. I’m not even joking. I think how you treat other people is indicative of your character, and I would hope that you try to be nice to everyone and not just your family, but if you’re that nasty to your own spouse? Jesus. We’re done.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, since I have ideas about how he sees other people (ie, as disposable, or as means to *his own* ends and not subjects in their own right), but goddamn. I wonder what Cindy McCain gets out of staying married to him, if this sort of stuff, as I suspect, is more common. (I kind of think that when you “fuck up” and say something really egregious in public, or in “mixed company” where you might get in trouble for it – it’s not like the first time you ever said that shit, it’s just that that’s how you normally talk at home, or with your like-minded friends. For instance, I don’t think that the n-bomb ever just “pops out accidentally.” I mean, it’s a loaded word. If it comes to your lips easily and you’re all, “Shit, that was an accident, I never say that word” – no, you probably say it at home and shit, which means you probably mean it. Stuff like that. I’m also pretty sure McCain and Palin and their families drop the n-bomb pretty regularly. Well, we *know* Levi does. Despicable.)
Ugh. I need to go look at some puppies and kittens and rainbows and shit. It is too early in the morning to already be this level of pissed.
Ugh. I’m sick. I’ve got some sort of awful stomach bug, or it might be food poisoning, or it could be that I had a drink yesterday and the Lexapro ain’t having it. But it started in the wee hours yesterday, and it’s still going on, AND I was feeling kinda crappy on the early part of the weekend (ie-before the possible drink-Lexapro interaction), so I think I’m actually sick. Boo. I had to stay home today. Note that I said “had to” and not “got to” – because I’m all for vacation and time off from work, but when you can’t enjoy it because you’re ill, unh-unh. No. I slept like all day today, when I wasn’t, uh, let’s say “otherwise occupied” (read: in the bathroom with my sick stomach bug). I’ve only been awake a couple times, for like two or three hours at a time, and then I’m wiped out again and have to go back to bed. And oh look, I’ve been up for three hours, and now it’s time to go back to bed. I’m not really complaining, because I know it could be much, much worse, and thank the small gods that I haven’t had to vomit so far, that’s a blessing. I’m just not really into feeling bad – I mean, I am puny and have a ridiculous immune system, and usually feel kinda crappy on a daily basis to begin with, but this is more than normal, and I’m already over it. It can leave whenever it wants to and I will be like, “Don’t let the door hit your ass.” I need to go to work, and I need to go to class, and I do not need to be staying at home. Dookie. But I slept alot and drank water whenever I was awake, so hopefully I’ll kick this bug’s ass, and be much improved tomorrow. And now, at like 9:30, it’s bedtime, which is early even for me. Later taters, and I hope you don’t catch any bugs.
Okay, apparently I won’t go Googling for one little word/phrase when I should be goddamn showering, but I’ll dick around on all the Overheard sites. Anyhoodle. I had to repost this, too, because it’s hilarious. (And even more so considering I’m a Sagittarius, too, and I’m always thinking I know shit. Although the title of my book is going to be, “Why you should just listen to me and do what I fucking tell you to.” But maybe I can co-write it with this guy, and the subtitle can be “: Because I know shit.”) (Although I do hate how all the overheards sometimes specify race in quotes, like a *white* drunk hobo would never ever say this shit? Psh, bitch please. But at the same time, I think it’s just how the submitter writes it, so…I don’t know.)
Raise Your Hand If You've Been Hit on By This Guy
Black drunk hobo: Girl, lemme tell you something. I'm a Sagittarius and we funny as shit once we're sober. Can I ask you something? Are you Russian?
Woman on subway: No.
Black drunk hobo: You look Russian. I know all about them Russians. Matter of fact, I have a book coming out later this year. It's called I Know Shit.
–1 Train
Overheard by: TVontheFritz
via Overheard in New York, Sep 7, 2008
I’m reposting this from Amanda’s lj because it made me so happy to read. And also, I like sarcasm. Clearly I need to start reading SFGate more regularly. Bless. Mark Morford’s article, “Greetings from the Angry Left”.
While I’m here, can I just say: should we be worried that the Bush Administration has seized control of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac? I mean, I know they were originally government-created to begin with, and only later became shareholder-based or whatever (I do understand the concept, I’m just having a brainfart and can’t remember the exact term, and I need to take a shower like right now so I can hang out with Jess and Mel tonight so I’m not fucking Googling for that one word I can’t remember). But – and maybe I’m wrong here, or missed something – I kind of thought that Bush&Co had a lot to do with letting creditors and mortgage companies and credit card companies and etc etc, run rampant and jack up interest rates and fees and basically dick loan-takers around, thereby CREATING this whole mess we’re in right now. So while I’m all, “Hell yes we need to make sure Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac don’t go to shit,” I’m not at all certain that the Bush administration are the people to ensure that. I kind of, to be honest, think that they’re just going to fuck that shit up some more, too, and then we’ll be in even more of a shithole. I’m just saying. Bush&Co seem way more concerned with helping their rich white cronies make even more ridiculous, gobsmacking amounts of money at the expense of everyone else (and especially poor people), so I have to wonder if they’re really going to shore up and protect Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, or if they’re going to bend them over the table and fuck them hard in a bid for more profit. Also, I’m not the first or the only one to say it, but it bears repeating: why the fuck are we sending $1 billion to Georgia when Louisiana is still reeling from Hurricane Katrina three years later? Oh right, because the people suffering in Louisiana are, for the most part, brown and/or poor. I keep forgetting they don’t count. Silly me.
Wow – Sarah Palin is a lying liar. Who knew. (Oh wait, I kind of suspected, since she’s McCain’s veep choice.) Here’s some revealing fact-checking based on her speech, if you’re interested:
Read here and here.
Actually, so much shit is wrong that I kind of have to wonder if she actually is in touch with reality and is outright lying, or if she has no idea at all about what goes on and is just saying whatever her speech-writers fed her. Either way, does she really belong in the White House? YIKES.
Thanks to Tigers and Strawberries, the Vegetarian Hundred. Here are the rules:
“If you want to play along, here’s how you do it: copy the list, including my instructions, and bold any items you have eaten and strike out any you would never eat, and then post it to your blog. If you want, you can leave a comment here, linking to your results, or you can link back to this post so I can try and keep tabs on what folks have eaten and not eaten. Finally, if you think something else should be on the list–feel free to add that to your post, and add any comments you like to your own posting of the list. I am just as curious to see what people have to say about food as whether or not they have eaten them.”
And here’s my response:
The Vegetarian Hundred
1. Real macaroni and cheese, made from scratch and baked – I did not make this myself, sadly, and I failed to ask for the recipe, but it was HEAVEN. It’s still the standard by which I compare all other mac and cheeses – and even SMAC in New York, while amazing, couldn’t compare to Serena’s mac and cheese. I have GOT to get that recipe.
2. Tabouleh
3. Freshly baked bread, straight from the oven (preferably with homemade strawberry jam) – not with homemade jam, since I haven’t gotten a handle on that yet; I tried making marmalade once, and it came out so dry it was basically desiccated, and not jam; I’m thinking of trying freezer jam, though
4. Fresh figs – my grandmother had a bush (tree?) in her backyard
5. Fresh pomegranate
6. Indian dal of any sort – me and Indian food are “likethis” (imagine crossed fingers, I love it sooooo much)
7. Imam bayildi – not yet, but I am seriously considering making it for Greg, using the recipe from T&S
8. Pressed spiced Chinese tofu – oh my yes
9. Freshly made hummus
10. Tahini – drool
11. Kimchi – I’m not into sauerkraut, either. Although I do feel conflicted about this. Right now, I’m not trying either of them. But maybe that will change. On the one hand, I feel like I should try most things at least once; on the other hand, there are some things I really, really don’t need to try (like chitlins or haggis) to know I’m not going to like it.
12. Miso
13. Falafel
14. Potato and pea filled samosas – oh my god, soooo good
15. Homemade yogurt – not yet, but I really want to get a yogurt-making kit, and make my own
16. Muhammara – I’m 90% certain I haven’t tried this yet, unless it was on a sampler at Mediterranean restaurant and I just wasn’t paying attention. But I want to try it.
17. Brie en croute – I tried a storebought version once, and it was fucking disgusting. I’m not really into soft, runny cheeses, but I suspect I would probably like it better if it had been more freshly made.
18. Spanikopita – LOVE! With tzadziki = heaven.
19. Fresh, vine-ripened heirloom tomatoes – Not that I know of. I’ve tried fresh, vine-ripened roma tomatoes (thanks to our four plants), and while I’m not a huge fan of raw tomatoes, I’m coming around. But I don’t think romas are heirloom. It’s on my list to try, once we have more space for growing veggies.
20. Insalata caprese – Yes, kind of, but I pretty much let Greg eat all the tomatoes. Sorry.
21. Stir-fried greens (gai lan, bok choi, pea shoots, kale, chard or collards) – yum!
22. Freshly made salsa
23. Freshly made guacamole
24. Creme brulee – I’ve had creme-brulee-flavored yogurt, and liked it, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never had real creme brulee. Which is kind of sad for someone who’s had a ridiculous amount of French, and therefore gone to several French restaurants with the French club.
25. Fava beans – I don’t think I’ve had them, but not because I’ve been actively avoiding them.
26. Chinese cold sesame peanut noodles – delicious!
27. Fattoush – It’s alright. I think Greg likes it way more than I do, but it’s good.
28. New potatoes – with a little butter and a little fresh dill, droooool. When we were renting a house on 15-501, there were dill plants in the backyard that were taller than I am. I miss those plants.
29. Coleslaw – I used to hate it, but now I love it. I think the most interesting version I’ve had was a mango and pineapple based coleslaw (or “coleslaw,” or maybe just slaw) at a restaurant at a Disneyworld resort.
30. Ratatouille
31. Baba ganoush
32. Winter squash
33. Roasted beets – I’ve had beets a couple different ways, mainly in my adolescence, but I don’t think roasted was one of them.
34. Baked sweet potatoes – LOVE!
35. Plantains – LOVE!
36. Chocolate truffles – at the Harrah’s in Cherokee, actually, when Greg and I got tired of playing the slot machines, we bought some truffles for ourselves and his mom.
37. Garlic mashed potatoes – Greg makes the best ones from scratch!
38. Fresh water chestnuts – Yes, and in fact these are a tiny point of contention in our household, as I fucking love them, and Greg hates them. But he likes bamboo shoots better than I do, so it evens out and we usually just trade.
39. Steel cut oats
40. Quinoa
41. Grilled portabello mushrooms – On a sandwich, no less.
42. Chipotle en adobo
43. Stone ground whole grain cornmeal – Hmm. Cornmeal, yes, definitely. But stone ground whole grain? I’m not sure.
44. Freshly made corn or wheat tortillas – Not that I know of. Unless Carrburritos makes their tortillas from scratch, in which case, yes.
45. Frittata – I made this one, and it was good but not my favorite. Greg loved it, though.
46. Basil pesto – LOVE!
47. Roasted garlic – we put garlic in just about everything we make
48. Raita of any type – to go with all that Indian food I love so much
49. Mango lassi – HEAVEN. (Unless you’re my mom and allergic to mangoes, and then I’ll just drink your share for you.)
50. Jasmine rice (white or brown)
51. Thai vegetarian coconut milk curry
52. Pumpkin in any form other than pie – I had to think about this for a while, because I do love a pumpkin pie. However, yes, a couple years ago I made a pumpkin and hijiki dish out of a book about increasing energy, and while I was skeptical at first, it was incredibly delicious. I need to find that book and make that dish again.
53. Fresh apple, pear, or plum gallette – I tried making apple gallette once, it was pretty good.
54. Quince in any form – Quince jelly for the win!
55. Escarole, endive or arugula – Arugula for certain, and escarole in salads, I’m pretty sure. Endive…I don’t know, maybe?
56. Sprouts other than mung bean – alfafa and radish, baby!
57. Naturally brewed soy sauce
58. Dried shiitake mushrooms – Wait, does it count if they were reconstituted?
59. Unusually colored vegetables (purple cauliflower, blue potatoes, chocolate bell peppers…) – not that I know of.
60. Fresh peach ice cream – Unfortunately, I made this based on a recipe from epicurious.com, and it was custard-based, and I totally fucked up the custard making, so it was fresh peach ice cream, with a strong flavor of EGGS. I tried to eat as much as I could stand, then had to toss the rest out, it was pretty gross. But I have no doubt that if I hadn’t fucked up the custard, it would have been awesome.
61. Chevre
62. Medjool dates
63. Kheer – I used to love gulab jamun the most, but lately I love kheer even more.
64. Flourless chocolate cake
65. Grilled corn on the cob – at the State Fair!
66. Black bean (or any other bean) vegetarian chili
67. Tempeh – I LOVE tempeh. In fact, I had faux BLTs last night with an awesome tempeh-based bacon substitute. It was a craving that hit on the way home, and it was so delicious.
68. Seitan or wheat gluten
69. Gorgonzola or any other blue veined cheese
70. Sweet potato fries – I like just about any and all sweet potato fries, but the ones Eva makes from scratch are bar-none the best.
71. Homemade au gratin potatoes – no, but I definitely need to make these, and probably soon
72. Cream of asparagus soup
73. Artichoke-Parmesan dip – This is really dangerous, actually. I will eat the whole container, no matter how large it is or how many people there are to “share” it.
74. Mushroom risotto
75. Fermented black beans – These scare the bejesus out of me.
76. Garlic scapes – not yet, but I really want to try them. I’m pretty sure I will love them.
77. Fresh new baby peas – are incredible in Ina Garten’s pesto pea salad. Holy shit.
78. Kalamata olives – I *have* had them, and on more than one occasion. And I hate them, like I hate all olives.
79. Preserved lemons – I’ve seen them, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never eaten them.
80. Fried green tomatoes – NOT YET!!! But I’m going to, especially since we have a couple romas that are taking forever to ripen.
81. Chinese scallion pancakes – I don’t think so, but it sounds good.
82. Cheese souffle – Way back in the day, like, when I was maybe around fifteen, I made one to see what the fuss was about. It was alright.
83. Fried apples
84. Homemade frijoles refritos – homemade refried beans….They’re probably way easier than I think, but I am so lazy and can just get a can from the grocery store for cheap, so, no. Not yet.
85. Pasta fagiole
86. Macadamia nuts in any form – pretty damn delicious
87. Paw paw in any form – No. Some people mean “papaya” when they say “paw paw,” and I’ve had papaya. But I’m pretty sure this is the “real” paw paw fruit, which I haven’t had.
88. Grilled cheese sandwich of any kind – you know me and cheese
89. Paneer cheese – you know me and cheese (and I have a special love for paneer)
90. Ma Po Tofu (vegetarian style–no pork!)
91. Fresh pasta in any form
92. Grilled leeks, scallions or ramps – I’ve had leeks and scallions, but I don’t think I’ve had them grilled.
93. Green papaya salad
94. Baked grain and vegetable stuffed tomatoes
95. Pickled ginger
96. Methi greens
97. Aloo paratha – heavenly
98. Kedgeree – Not yet, but it’s high on my list to try.
99. Okra
100. Roasted brussels sprouts – I LOVE brussels sprouts.
