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I'm Reading Neil Gaiman, "The Graveyard Book."

He's such a good writer, it makes me sick.

A little something called "Grillade and Grits".

Meat.  Something like chuck, that can stand up to long cooking times.  Season with salt and garlic powder.


Sear it in bacon fat (of course).  Remove.


Sautee bell pepper, onion and garlic.  Remove.


Make a roux.  Equal parts fat and flour; low heat; constant stirring.  Slowly add beef stock. 


Return meat and veggies, then add this stuff.  Cover, and let simmer for an hour.


(That's some fresh tomatoes, by the way)






After an hour, start up the grits.  Boiling water, add grits.  Stir.


Grate some cheddar cheese. Add when grits starts to thicken, along with some minced Serrano pepper.



Chop up parsley, add to Grillade.


When grits have thickened up, plate that sucker.

There might be one or to grammatical errors, BTW.  If you see any, go ahead and fix.

Have at it.

Perhaps you can have a short intro, to the effect of:


"Excerpt from untitled manuscript, Pages 13-18."


Or something.

Ah, but you see, due to Planck's equations, at the quantum level, Pie IS Cake.

No.

Oh, spags may be weary,
Them spags, they do get weary...
   \

If you measure it this way, it's a cake.

But if you measure it this way, it's a PIE!

A Cease and Desist Court Order from the Federal Government.

That is all.

What's this "chaos" thing y'all keep talking about?

I've got a handful of shit, and I'm not afraid to fling it.

The cake changes when you look at it!

Nope.


Because I said so.

Somebody with time on their hands should write a conversion program for an iPhone app.

Most humans don't act human most of the time.

No reason to blame actual humans for that.