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Stupid Turned Potatoes.
I take back anything I may have ever said about turned vegetables.
They are not cool at all. They are pointless, stupid, and entirely impossible.
Bah.
When I was sixteen and learning to drive I could not parallel park. At all. I just couldn't do it. It was like there was some sort of parallel parking switch in my brain that had only two options - on or off. Mine was permanently set on off. I couldn't even sort of parallel park. No dice. Off.
I think my turning switch is set on off. I am choosing to believe that it is some sort of gene hidden deep down in that double helix that is turned off, or malfunctioning, or absent.
I did, however, eventually learn to parallel park. It's possible that I may also learn to turn vegetables, but I am not feeling particularily optimistic at the moment.
Tonight's menu:
- an absolutley beautiful Beef Bourguignonne
- fresh baguette
- and some fucked up half turned roast potatoes