Just reading about it is hardening my arteries.

Sold.

Also sold.

the other vile concoctions mentioned here are crimes against cuisine. But this? In my face hole now!

I WANT TOO.

Y’all have got me salivating and reminiscing about one of my favorite Peruvian take-out dishes, lomo saltado. French fries, steak, peppers, and tomatoes smothered in gravy, sometimes served on rice. YUM ASS.

See dog above.

See, I hate potato salad. I stand by my declaration that fries get ketchup, if you have to have a condiment, or maybe malt vinegar when you are having fish and chips. Or both. Anything else is a crime against, well, something!

And no, I don’t like Poutine either.

But of course, to each their own. I mean, I love broccoli, and many folks hate it, so eh.

google “patat oorlog” [‘fries war’] or “patatje rotzooi” [‘fries mess’] }-)

Thread reminding me to restock malt vinegar.

Get in my belly! Like super poutine!

That’s what I was thinking too, high-end poutine! :)

See, if we had been able to convince the Taliban, the Afghan government, and the other players in Afghanistan to simply argue rock-paper-scissors style over which type of potatoes to eat, think of how much better the last twenty years might have gone!

That process has started. I think this in its core is what is the divide in American politics.\

The older folks mostly believe in American execeptionalism, the younger crowd , having seen how folks live in other parts of the world, knows it’s a crock of shit. The dividing line seems to be around my age- I feel like I live in both worlds sometimes.

I agree there is a good deal of generational difference at work. It isn’t a foolproof measure, though. There are plenty of folks of my generation who are sick and tired of this Team USA malarkey, and in my teaching I come across a not insignificant number of college-age people who have embraced exceptionalism hook, line, and sinker. Admittedly, in those cases it may well be a combination of doing what other folks aren’t, parental or other family conditioning, or something like that other than any serious belief, but it’s hard to tell.

We are a socialist workers paradise here in kiwiland we dont want any of your capitalism.

See, Hobbits! I knew it!

It’s all that fucking Longbottom Leaf.

I’m more fond of the beer they sell in Bree–it comes in pints!