12-12-2006, 03:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-12-2006, 04:02 PM by Rhydderch Hael.)
I don't believe in coincidence. I'm firmly assured that the universe actively conspires against me.
I stewed up a pot of chili last night for the holiday buffet at work. And judging from the above-mentioned critique of various chili recipes, I went the way of the tenderfoot and am not worthy of consideration (mixed from a kit, which meant a cellophane packet of chili powder and a can of tomatoes).
Real chili is the kind where you hand-pick the peppers right off the bush, dried over a campfire, and made from the beef and suet of a cow you yourself shot down with a black-powder muzzle-loader.
I stewed up a pot of chili last night for the holiday buffet at work. And judging from the above-mentioned critique of various chili recipes, I went the way of the tenderfoot and am not worthy of consideration (mixed from a kit, which meant a cellophane packet of chili powder and a can of tomatoes).
Real chili is the kind where you hand-pick the peppers right off the bush, dried over a campfire, and made from the beef and suet of a cow you yourself shot down with a black-powder muzzle-loader.
Political Correctness is the idea that you can foster tolerance in a diverse world through the intolerance of anything that strays from a clinical standard.