I’ve lived in my current home six years and I’m not even sure the windows are capable of opening. It’s wild to me that some people believe they’re gonna run out of oxygen if they don’t open a window

I learned in chapters.

1. Teen/young adult years I just got the basics down, how to cut meat and veggies depending on their application and making meals I grew up with and knew well.
2. Twenties, mostly cooking in restaurants learning new recipes and commiting the “correct way” to memory while learning foods from other cultures
3. Thirties, breaking out of my comfort zone and just making food that sounds like it’d work together instead of making what middle-of-the-road restaurants taught me. Lots of YouTube videos absorbing general concepts.

The biggest things I’ve learned is that food needs twice as much fat/oil as I think it does and three times as much salt. When I have bits of veggies I’m not gonna cook, I freeze them in a bag until I have enough to make a stock—it’s free flavor. Also, spice and season everything; I used to season my main ingredients and then just plop unseasoned ingredients on top thinking it’s fine (for example, an egg scramble needs salt and pepper added to both the eggs and the sautéed veggies)

Tldr: if you ever had to write an essay in middle school it’s basically that—a long string of grammatically acceptable sentences that don’t really tell you anything

What an intellectually dishonest title. You can’t keep posting after your death; your persona and all the relationships you spent a lifetime building become commodities for Meta to profit from

“everyone does something illegal/has something they’re ashamed of” I have that type of autism that doesn’t let me do anything I know is bad; I pay my taxes and rent well before they’re due, I don’t drive over the speed limit, always push the shopping cart back to the corral.

The reason why privacy is important to me isn’t because I’m bad, it’s because being a good person makes you a target when the world is run by bad people.

I remember watching brexit thinking “damn they really are that stupid?” only to see Trump elected here shortly after. The fascist slide didn’t start here and when it takes over the rest of Europe we’ll all be sitting here watching yall “handle it” with all that empty bravado

ETA: Americans are showing up in public in the tens of millions knowing our government and our next door neighbors are well-armed lunatics who would love to exercise their power over us at the drop of a hat. I, too, believed that since 99% of the people I talk to aren’t fascists that we’d have the numbers and the resolve to do something, but we’re still missing a key ingredient in getting everyone on the same page at the same time

I would start the sentence with the things I liked the most about myself and follow it with connecting phrases to include additional ancillary facts about myself that are interesting.