… to the soldiers who stormed the beaches of Normandy during a campaign stop… No. It does not matter that I *know* what the author of that sentence *meant.* That someone can write that– let alone (presumably) re-read it– and not be aware that it is f*cked is almost beyond belief. But I live in
Image from Wikiart as in the crappy old book, Grandma Moses ( Otto Kallir, Harry N. Abrams, Inc. Publishers, New York, 1973).
As I mentioned at the AosHQ pageover on Gab.com, today’s Recipe Tuesday will be devoted to the Horde of Deplorables who are able to cope with sauces. What follows is a sauce-making primer from Grand Diplôme Cooking Course, Volume 2 (1971). [For ease of reading, I’ve omitted quotation marks.] Let me remark that after having read all this,
As I mentioned at the AosHQ page over on Gab.com, today’s Recipe Tuesday will be devoted to the Horde of Deplorables who are able to cope with sauces.