Wasted an hour of my life this afternoon arguing with right-wingers on local FB media pages over Daunte’s death. Did you know that if a single black person is successful in America, that means there can be no such thing as systemic bias? That logic of the right-wing binary brain in America, hard at work. If he’d just complied, he’d still be alive. Hey, I’m a white guy and I’ve never had the police escalate on me, which means it isn’t race, right?
The bad spelling, the random capitalization, and the dumbshit new age nonsense all qualify this post for this thread, but the fact that the whole thing is wrapped around a “drama queen/local meth dealer mom of six” understanding of what a clear conscience entails is really just the icing on the stupid cake.
I thought it said clear couscous…
I’ve always felt one of the best ingredients for having a good life is a foggy conscious, with occasional forays into unconsciousness.
I prefer mine with tabbouleh, so far from clear. The person who posted this on FB has no clue what they’re missing.
RichVR
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If the multiple is couscous is the singular just cous.
The singular is miniscule and easily lost.
Platefuls or go home.
Also, a sauce of some type helps. And a spoon.
You people have terrible energy, and karma is real. Someday a Zoomer will be making fun of your cheugy Discourse posts.
Either that or you will asphyxiate in a freak, cous-cous silo accident.
Thank goodness for this thread. It reminded me to add couscous to my grocery order.
I’m forever grateful that my first experience with Couscous was so good. My roommate and I had never had it and we were in a grocery store in Bellevue, WA, and we grabbed a packet which had instructions and a flavoring packet to add to it. We followed the instructions and we both absolutely loved it.
Unfortunately, I’ve never had good Couscous after that. I bought a different kind later, and tried to make it in a similar way (no flavor packet, no instructions), and never could get it to taste good. And I had it outside in a couple of Moroccan restaurants, and I didn’t think they tasted great there either. Thank god that first time was so good, so that I forever know, it’s not the Couscous at fault.
Was that the couscous in the brown box? Whatever brand that was years ago it was pretty good.
It’s been years so I can’t say if memory is super reliable but yes, I do remember a brown box.
Near East maybe? You can buy couscous spice mix separately if needed. It’s basically just a Moroccan based spice blend.
Basically this stuff would be a common taste …
ShivaX
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Yes, Facebook, I totally know these random chicks that I share no acquaintances with.
Sure, but would you like to?
You lead a much different Facebook life than I do. I see 75+ year old friends of my MIL, people I went to HS with, and the coworkers relatives!
Perhaps in this instance Facebook is using the word “may” in the sense that you are “allowed” to know these people.
“Yes, @ShivaX,” says Facebook, “You may now get to know these fine people. Good luck with that!”
“No, @HideousRex,” says Facebook. “Just, no.”
