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A dude named Ludd. Follow along as I build and rebuild the Carbon Kitchen, my ongoing culinary experiment and experience in my backyard. Maybe some gardening. And the occasional rant. And a bit of RUSH when the mood strikes me. Okay, probably a lot of RUSH.

nostr:npub1ypfcrd4k5ryzlcg8jmdvgrlk29ladfe27z7c2aaq8lvmks6drwqqautsp5 Are you kidding me? I paid thirty bucks a gallon for this primer; if I'm not catching a buzz I'm doing it wrong. 😂

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nostr:npub1uh7ajxn0hsw7c5jxe4yg6v7ep24d06dlzl2cmyycgz08fj5hxfhsxxce87 agreed. I usually don't eat anything prepackaged. I try to make everything but sometimes laziness gets the better of me. I've started making all my own tomato sauces then freezing them. So much better! Nothing like homemade

nostr:npub1n28sjzm6qfxulruwy5l99krz93uk046m8eklquxf8cqvme75zngqykvyjn Give it a go making your own. There'll be no going back to Patak.

nostr:npub18ejs8jmk89y9t4hq3c4adhx9rjpxpg7fgvny86xqa3228swvjzmqe37x7w Sorry. The shit frustrates me to know end, and I'm too busy with other things to invest my time in learning how my slave master works.

nostr:npub18ejs8jmk89y9t4hq3c4adhx9rjpxpg7fgvny86xqa3228swvjzmqe37x7w Again, I've no idea. And, to be honest, I'm not that invested in the whole phone thing. Sorry.

nostr:npub1avc3q86l8v2s0hvalu0rmqtk7drzp4qz2d3eu0l6h0fad6d6e4es0r4tmv My phone always switches the angles when text is involved. And, being a card carrying Dude named Ludd, I can't figure out how to fix it. Sorry.

nostr:npub1uh7ajxn0hsw7c5jxe4yg6v7ep24d06dlzl2cmyycgz08fj5hxfhsxxce87 that sounds awesome. Chickens are so easy and you get so much out of them. And you really don't need that many either.

nostr:npub1823nefum8hyzu39h6dpu83c79jfw3fvl8x4l06kqvycgxapj0ckq0mzdth Must be the ocean breeze. I grew up in Southern Ontario, smack dab between lakes Erie and Ontario, and summers were out of control humid.

That big boy was sacrificed in the making of this sandwich.

nostr:npub1z4dj6c5m5kmyv4xuay7aq656sh2d32kdm44dy2tuqw0fqskhxn9s29a89d I married a pro (cook!) who started out her food journey as a young lady working in the highest of high-end cookware stores in Vancouver. So, to be fair, she got most of our shit at cost. A hundred years ago. I swear her Cuisinart food processors are over 30 years old.

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nostr:npub1e04udcmm2kdsvnhpnjc4waz76mg3hjn3e98y7cz8g2sdwh3dd7cs242y0j It's a serving spoon. I fish the olives out of the jar on the counter and nibble away, or we use it on the table when company is here. It keeps most of the oil in the jar.

nostr:npub1hle5zvqrh5s53uk6tzhwl2tgzp5lv87rzkatsemlked3p0afyufs6p3vwd The missus makes a batch of mixed olives with her own oil blend. EVOO, a sprig of thyme, red pepper flakes, and some other shit I can't remember. I eat these like candy.