Let's talk about something else

[tommy]

Suggestions?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Suggestions?

Are you moving?

[tommy]

Suggestions?

Are you moving?

Yeah, not imminently, but at some point this year.

[spike]

Suggestions?

Are you moving?

Yeah, not imminently, but at some point this year.

Cool, let’s talk about something else.

[tommy]

How do you guys feel about yams?

[Chris_H_2]

i put canned, candied yams in my pumpkin-pie filling.

[Alex]

i’ll fuck up yam/pecan casserole at Thanksgiving like nobody’s business

[tommy]

What do you guys think about the Great Lakes?

[Alex]

pro

[Bammer]

Great Lakes discussion resolved.

Something else?

[Anders]

«Yams and sweet potatoes differ in flavor and appearance, and they are not related.»

[Anders]

What do you use yams for?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

Ondish, we are WAY past yams.

Something else, my man.

[tommy]

Let's talk Parsnips

[tommy]

We have roasted parsnips every Christmas along with roasted potatoes. They're two of my favorite side dishes.

[doug rr]

I saw Lake Michigan while in Chicago...flown over the rest of them

[tree_]

let's talk about something completely else

does anybody actually like cole slaw? is there a "good" cole slaw? cole slaw

it's pretty good!

[Bammer]

Some of you are not good at this

Any thoughts on the guy who used to do those Micro Machines TV commercials? Let’s talk about that now.

[Alex]

hold up we haven’t finished with parsnips