A sign that reflects the eternal truth… You don’t buy beer. You rent it.
A sign that reflects the eternal truth… You don’t buy beer. You rent it.
Nothing left to do but play football.
If we give these knuckleheads a bit more time they’ll reinvent variolation 500 years late.
when “free water” counted as retail innovation
Well that’s after the book was mistranslated through version after version.
Utah has an accurate translation that their prophet found by looking into his hat.
That’s not the ZF1. It’s a hoagie.
Legend.
They clearly needed some good guys with nail guns and toobifores to cage this sumbitch up.
Engineers aren’t in charge of graft.
Ea-nasir says hello
Close. You don’t add liquid and flour. You brown the meat, and render out fat. It’s vital to have a couple tablespoons of liquid fat in the pan. If you don’t get enough from the sausage, augment with a bit of butter or oil. Heat around medium.
Then sprinkle in flour, about equal in volume to the liquid fat, and stir. You gently fry the flour in the oil to cook off the raw flour flavor. It’ll go from white to about sand color. If your proportions are right it will look a bit like wet sand, and will smell like roasted nuts a bit.
Now slowly stir in cold milk while whisking gently to mix and prevent lumps. Scrape the bottom to deglaze any browned on flecks of meat. You want to heat it to just bubbling not to scorch the milk. It’ll thicken up.
Then grind a bunch of pepper in to finish it off, and pour over biscuits, fried taters, or whatever.
All gravy works this way, pretty much. Gravy for turkey? Replace the milk with poultry stock. Gravy for steak? Beef stock it is.
Trump seems to just riff on his weak understanding of the last thing he heard. Maybe they were afraid of a weird rant about bulbasaur extinguishing clean coal.