Tonight
rushthatspeaks and I tried to make mămăligă and it failed on a level I have never in a lifetime of grits, cornbread, and hasty puddings experienced: within seconds of thickening, it burned so badly to the bottom of the pot that blackened skins of former porridge were coming up in the stir and then it exploded. Researching after the fact, it looks as though the culprit may have been the electric stove in the sense that since we needed to reduce the heat from a boil to a simmer, we should perhaps just have moved it to a different burner. In the meantime we made a substitute of grits and ate them with a variation on Julia Child's hamburgers—extraordinarily delicious—and an improvised pan sauce. I have since cleaned the stovetop of volcanic activity. We watched the next couple of episodes of One Piece (2023), which I am continuing to enjoy all the more as it is explained to me that the show is successfully compressing hundreds of chapters of manga into an hour at a time of TV, and it occurred to me that Alexander Maniatis, at least with his black hair slicked back and his serious round glasses and his hands weaponed like a cat's claws, could have played Lackadaisy's Mordecai.
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