Do you like mushrooms?

Do you like mushrooms?


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For as much as I hate heart attack snow shoveling, I kinda feel cheated when we get a winter that doesn't require any of it. :p Plus leaf piles are a lot of fun for kids to jump in, just pick off the slugs when they're done. It's as good an excuse as any to get outside and smell the world.
 
I live in the desert and there is nothing fake about the weather. It is bleeding edge baking hot. And a quick dip in the pool so the water is rapidly evaporating off of you while you sit in a comfy sling chair is like ten minutes of heaven. Beer (or whiskey sour) optional. It might even balance out eating a mushroom.
 
Well, I'm more complaining about how static LA and Sacramento weather feels.

"It's been sunny without any clouds all week, not a breeze to be found. Is that normal?"
"Ya."
"Does it ever rain here?"
"Sure."
"When should we expect some?"
"Dunno, a month or two?"

Taking the temperature up enough to make it uncomfortable to boot isn't going to make me like it better, heheh. Instead of calling the weather just dead, maybe I'd call it dead-making. Dunno man, somebody who spends a lot of time worrying about growing things without irrigation? I don't know how a desert would feel anything other than really unsettling. Put a veneer of badly growing lawns with spiky grass that feels terrible on bare feet and hot backing parking lots and streets anywhere? That's probably where the "fake" comes from.
 
The idea that SoCal's weather never changes is a mere stereotype, a common assumption, a trait used to belittle us Californians for being spoiled, pampered folks who have it all...

And it's pretty much true. The weather not changing, I mean.


60s and 70s during the day, drops down by a few degrees during the night, year round. Getting even a drizzle is a miracle. I do like the Mediterranean landscape, anyways, though.
 
I only partially understand. I mean, it's a totally wild analogy, but I don't like the texture of gristle in my steak. I don't mind taste, it's actually kinda yummy. But, when I eat steak, I cut off the gristle.

Hmm. Best bit. Provided it's chewable of course. But even if it isn't, I'll still swallow it if I can.
 
So back on mushrooms, I do like mushroom phyllo or whatever that thing is called. Granted, I don't know the type I get here in the states is anywhere near like the actual kind from Greece or wherever, but I like it.
 
I just looked it up, apparently filo and phyllo are the same thing, I guess. :dunno:
 
I've loved mushrooms every time I've consumed them, except when I started putting them in my smoothies. That wasn't so good.
 
Intense tho, eh?
 
Yeah. As flavorly un-intense as eating one mushroom raw is, one blending mushroom is overwhelming in flavor.
 
I never liked their taste or slightly... slimy (?) texture, and refuse to eat them. I might eat some if I picked them in the wild and were absolutely sure it wasn't toxic, though. There's a certain sense of pride in finding, catching, or growing your own food that helps "improve" the taste, I think.
 
I can't understand how people could say no to them.
 
Deep-fried
Steamed
On pizza
Cooked into omelettes
Baked
:thumbsup:

Cream of Mushroom soup... omg...
:ack:

Well, I'm more complaining about how static LA and Sacramento weather feels.

"It's been sunny without any clouds all week, not a breeze to be found. Is that normal?"
"Ya."
"Does it ever rain here?"
"Sure."
"When should we expect some?"
"Dunno, a month or two?"

Taking the temperature up enough to make it uncomfortable to boot isn't going to make me like it better, heheh. Instead of calling the weather just dead, maybe I'd call it dead-making. Dunno man, somebody who spends a lot of time worrying about growing things without irrigation? I don't know how a desert would feel anything other than really unsettling. Put a veneer of badly growing lawns with spiky grass that feels terrible on bare feet and hot backing parking lots and streets anywhere? That's probably where the "fake" comes from.
I can't imagine living somewhere with so little precipitation. And yeah, it needs to be changeable precipitation. I love not knowing what we're going to get next week. The weather may sometimes be miserable here, but it's never boring. Except during heat waves when it's too hot to do anything but wish it were fall.
 
Two guys walking on a college campus...

1) "Man, when these hit we aren't going to eat until sometime tomorrow soonest, and I haven't eaten all day."
2) "We should have eaten first, definitely."
1) "We could try the dorm cafeteria. Get in and out before they start to come on."
2) "Great idea! Hustle, we don't have much time."

At a table in the dorm cafeteria we find our two guys, with two girls...one who lives in their dorm who they are both hot for, who at least knows them, and a friend of hers who she is clearly worried they will embarrass her in front of. Light conversation and eating of food...time gets away...

Girl they don't know) Are you okay?
Guy staring at the ceiling, barely glancing down) Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. Yeah.
Girl they know, making eye contact with the other guy) Is he all right?
Other guy, mumbling) Um. Well, he said he is.
Girl) Yeah. Well. Is he?
Guy looking at ceiling) I'm fine, really. I just can't look down,
Girl who doesn't know better) Can't look down? Why?
Guy looking at ceiling) My jello's too bright.
Other guy, now staring at a large cube of green jello) Er... Ummm...
Girl they know) I'll get your trays.

Two guys exit, frantically darting glances to see where they are going while avoiding green jello.

Names have been left out here to avoid incriminating...well...me.
 
i like this place

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