Neanderpundit

gets really hot, really fast.

Just in case- you know- you didn’t know.

Update: Also, in case you didn’t know, fried finger smells a little like bacon.

Was gonna meet Mr B at his local range sunday PM, but missed hooking up. So we went to the NPCCC and turned some money into noise. Next time.

Especially the salted ones, are one of my serious weaknesses. And although my motto has always been “Serving size is when the container is empty”, I can no longer eat more than a handful at a time due to the reduced capacity of my stomach.

That doesn’t stop me from plugging away at the bag until it’s empty; it just now takes me a week instead of the previous 2 hours to finish off a bag.

And it acts as a marker. The insoluble fiber in an almond is so intensely effective that it pushes everything ahead of it out of the way so that it may deposit itself as a creamy, fragrant Almond Pudding.

Maybe someday I’ll put up a paypal button and the squeamish among you can pay me to insert brain-bleach warnings in posts.

Naaaaah.