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That looks yummy!

Breakfast at the Mayberry compound. I made homemade biscuits while Al manned the flattop. He cooked bacon, hashbrowns and a scramble w/sautéed onion, bell pepper and cheese. We had honey peppered smoked salmon, which a few of us mixed into our scramble. Mmmmm! Now I don't see this as a bad thing, but I tend to cook just slightly more than needed. Is 18 eggs, 15 biscuits and a pound and a half of bacon really too much for 5 people? 😀 I believe that there should be leftovers for everyone to take home.

Happy Birthday to the heart of Head-Case! Have an incredible day Nate!

Damn it! How did I miss this? Happy belated Birthday Renato!

I was certain that I started a Happy Birthday thread this morning for Craig. I guess I didn't hit the post button. In my defense I'm completely out of it with a bad cold that a coworker was nice enough to knowingly spread around. Happy Birthday Craig!

Not a standard TV show, but a YouTube channel. Armistead Maupin was a young conservative Viet Nam vet. Who moved to San Fransisco in 1971. He moved there for a job with the Associated Press. He was a closeted gay man who learned quickly once in SF to be honest with himself and others about who he was. He made friends with many people, including Harvey Milk and Rock Hudson. He started a weekly story in the SF Chronicle, which turned into the 'Tales of the City' series of books. I've run into him a few times in my life. First in a bar in Seattle, not long after reading the first book. And a few years back in the Castro, as well as the Pride Parade I attended with Colin and Brent. One of the early jobs I did after moving back here in 2017, was to remodel his old house after he sold it to a Yuppy Tech. A-hole. Claire's chase lounge that Al and I built several years back is built from the primary bedroom deck boards the new owner had me dismantle. He now lives in London with his partner, and has been doing these 'fireside chats' on YouTube that are just amazing. He and his generation paved the way for me and subsequent generations. He talks about having to be completely closeted, the AIDS epidemic, Rock's friendship, Harvey and his assassination... It's history coming straight from a man that lived it, and it's fascinating to me. Look up Armistead Maupin on YouTube if you may have any interest. And for those not familiar with the Tales of the City books or TV series, you certainly don't need to be gay to thoroughly enjoy them. They're a fun romp through time, with lots of then current events tossed in for good measure.

Food coma for the win!

Have a fantastic day. May it be an eleven!

Last night. Absolutely delicious Birthday rib dinner at Al's place. Complete with chocolate cake and my favorite people!

Stay safe!

Bacon, tomato, spinach, avocado and queso fresco omelet with fresh baked biscuits. I think I've mentioned before that I like my omelets on the darker side. Iced coffee with Irish Cream Liqueur to drink. Food coma incoming.

Happy Birthday!

The recipe I'm currently using and loving is similar, but even simpler. 2 cups self rising flour. I stick butter. I cup buttermilk. The self rising flour needs no added leveners and these biscuits rise quite tall. I use salted butter, because that's what I have. No pastry cutter though. I use a grater and grate the frozen stick of butter directly into the bowl of flour. I loosely distribute the butter and flour with my fingers, then add the buttermilk (I've also made my own with vinegar, but like the texture of buttermilk better). Same as your recipe, I'm careful to just incorporate and not overwork the dough. I'll usually fold it about 3 times after getting all of the flour hydrated by the buttermilk. Finish with the dough about 3/4" thick. And same as you, I use a biscuit cutter without twisting. I have a quite heavy round cake pan, and find they rise better in this 2" tall pan over a sheet pan. I just butter the bottom and sides. The large size biscuit cutter (about 3 1/2" diameter) takes about 18 minutes at 425 degrees. The next size down takes a few minutes less.

I'd love you to share your thoughts, and possibly your recipe. I love making biscuits with my new recipe. And I usually make biscuit sandwiches the next day.

Brent you're no Freddy Mercury. You'd be the cheap impersonator 'Freddy Uranus '.

Had a crazy commute to work this morning. I thought that I had been transported back to South Texas. Thunder, lightning and rain coming down at a volume the windshield wipers couldn't keep up with.

You have to have multiple "bucha" drinks on a "woke" desk. Are those turkeys of the "Jive" variety?

Simple dish. Potatoes with onion and bacon.

Beef stew. Basically the same as my pot roast, with a few small differences. No shallots, but leaks instead. And 1/2 cup of brandy in the sauce. Delicious!

As a follow up. We did have a great talk. He was completely unaware of how offensive I took it. He also quoted me back to me, when I told him that gay men love gay jokes more than anyone. After I explained my experience with that hellish disease he actually started tearing up and apologized profusely. He really had no idea. He even gave me a hug, which cemented that he didn't mean to offend me in any way. I'm too sensitive about that subject, I'm certain. But all is well.

Happy Birthday!

They were a favorite group of mine. The idea of three lead singers was interesting. It made their sound quite varied. They were also one of the first big groups to come to Anchorage. They did a tour of drive-in movie theaters. I couldn't afford a ticket at 11 years of age, but we sat outside of the drive-in and heard the concert as well as saw it.

Chuck Negron had a storied past for sure. He developed a bad heroine habit, was dropped from Three Dog Night, and became a junkie living on the streets for many years. Then he cleaned up and re-joined the group. Kind of amazing. R.I.P. Chuck.

Sad indeed. R.I.P. Catherine O'Hara.

Wow. OK, so at least now I know that he was repeating something he heard. And probably not something he meant as a direct attack aimed at me personally. It's still incredibly poor judgement, but that's much easier to navigate than the alternative. This morning when my direct manager came into work, he immediately asked how I was feeling, and said he'd been worried about me since I escaped early the day before. We went somewhere private and I told him some things that I'd gone through during the AIDS epidemic that might bring some understanding to my emotional breakdown. Some of those I've never spoken to anyone about. I don't want to elaborate on that here, but a lot of my issues stem from survivors guilt. You think you're beyond events that happened 40 years ago and out of the blue something triggers you all over again. He was incredibly sympathetic and completely understood how that could affect me the way it did. He's straight, but "California straight", which is to say very insightful and dismissive of anyone who isn't. I explained to him that I decided I didn't want to take this event any further. I didn't want to admonish this young man, and I really didn't want to involve upper management. He respected those wishes, but he did suggest that tomorrow (Saturday), while all of the office staff and upper management were away for the weekend, he direct myself and this young man to a private office space. He told me that if I were willing for the two of us to have a private, civil conversation and explain some of the events that I'd discussed with him, and what triggered my response to the 'joke' he told, he thought this young coworker would be sympathetic and it might be a positive lesson to learn earlier as opposed to later. I'm not completely comfortable doing so, but I do think he's probably correct. And I don't want this to fester. As much for my own piece of mind than any other reason. We'll see how that goes, but I do suspect his instincts are good ones.