Email to my son.
Maybe to America.
When we next are together I need to introduce you to my new way of making Mexican sauce.
It requires an immersion blender.
I can't believe that I have been 99% of the way to really good SAUCE all these years but have been stopping at a mélange.
I always start with a bunch of chopped garlic, onion, and peppers and wilt them down in pan in a little huile d'olive.
Then I add a can of the Mexican sauce that I currently think is best of breed and cover, cook and use the result as mélange on the meat things I have just folded up in flour tortillas.
Several other steps involving Tillamook Pepper Jack and heat and waiting are involved, but they aren't worth worrying about.
A possibly interesting fact is that in the 1970's, when I was an IBM salesman, I used to call on Tillamook Creamery and try to sell them a computer.
I never did.
Sell them one.
A computer.
They seem to have prospered, nonetheless.
Last night I had the idea, after the mélange had finished simmering, to blend it.
Since last night's mélange had about seven big cloves of garlic, a normal complement of chopped onion and four big jalapenos, that, I knew was going to be life changing.
And it was.
Anybody who knows anything about Europe and Russia, and History, or, even, has common sense, probably would think that, since Putin has been willing to waste some amazing amount of money and, we are told, a million young russian lives to establish himself as some sort of conqueror, they would probably draw the conclusion that Puty isn't going to stop invading Ukraine until he has dissolved Ukraine.
Dissolved her in the deep red gastric juice of mother russia.
And has put a lot of Novichok on a lot of doorknobs.
So how comfortable are you with a president who is incapable of understanding - mostly anything - but, most important, that?
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