hear ye, hear ye, all… ye… vegans and/or compatriots in egg/gluten intolerance! below you will find my life-changing recipe for egg-less macaroons. no really, they’re awesome! technically this is adapted from a recipe featured in the pre-thanksgiving minimalist column by mark bittman (hubba hubba). gotta give credit where credit’s due.
“I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I’m about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it’s gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There’s a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.”—Colin Nissan, “It’s Decorative Gourd Season, Motherfuckers.”
this is a question that never occurred to me, but is pretty engrossing now that i’ve given it some thought. apparently for jim mohr, director of gonzaga’s institute for action against hate, thinks so too.
[Despite] all the devastating examples of hate in the world, no one really understands why one person hates another. The institute hopes to change that through the interdisciplinary study of hate, incorporating insights from history, psychology, religious studies, anthropology, and political science.
the underlying message? “We can change. There has to be hope.”
“Doesn’t everybody have a little of that sabotage inside them? Just when things start to feel okay and comfortable, you want to stand up and say something wildly inappropriate. Maybe it’s an Irish thing, where second place is often a better place to be than first place. Failure is a lot easier to rationalize than success.”—john “roger sterling” slattery
“Oh, your friends don’t put on halloween shows with bands and magicians and zombie belly dancers? Or dance parties with never-ending horror movies? Well you must not have very good friends.”—m. sandvick