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Brown butter is regular butter heated to nearly smoking hot and carefully not allowed to burn. It gets a wonderful nutty flavor. Pretty basic cooking technique.
 
"brown butter"...... View attachment 1771790 ......soundz strangely similar to....u guessed -> "hershy squirtz" ...................jus sayin & carry on plz :coffee: ppp

You know some of us might be trying to think about or possibly be eating dinner just sayin carry on:toke::pop:

a couple of hockey players standing next to each other holding hockey sticks and a puck .
 
No they are not as big as a crow. It was all dark gamey meat and tough as shoe leather.

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blackbirdz & crowz are def two comp diff birdz

useless trivia -> crowz are rated as the 3rd smartest animal on the planet, ranked behind chimpz & dolphinz :headbang: ppp
 
Good Morfnoevight all you Monday, Monday stoners!


I made the mistake of shooting a blackbird once. My father made me cook and eat it. It was not good.

I block him but I caught the drift of the story. If he lived here I would turn him in.

California Penal Code [CPC] §597(a) – Animal Cruelty – Penal Code §597(a) makes it a crime to intentionally maim, mutilate, torture, wound, or kill a living animal. Violation of CPC §597(a) can result in three years in a state prison, a fine of up to $20,000, or both a prison term and a fine.

I was craving pineapple, so I stopped at the store and got one. Yumm......... Protein stack and good espresso for breakfast.

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How long has it been since you had a Patty Melt? I cannot even remember. It was so flipping good, I may do it again soon. I got heart burn from the onions, easily fixed with a Tums.

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I had a little bit of the Magic Bar from the bakery with breakfast this morning, goes great with espresso.

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It has coconut and ? and chocolate.
I was building a house in the bush outside my daughter's village, and some neighborhood kids used to hike out there to watch me mixing mortar or laying bricks or whatever, and ask a million questions. One day they showed up dragging a critter by the tail, hopping up and down and shouting about they killed a ferocious bear, and describing how it stood up on its hind legs and raised its front claws as if it was about to attack. So they stoned it to death. Turns out it was an ant-eating sloth, so completely defenseless. So I told them, "Lo que matan, lo tienen que comer!" (If you kill it you gotta eat it). So I made a fire and we roasted it, fur on. It was too big to cook all the way through, but we picked off the parts that were done and we ate it. It was red meat, not bad. I guess they learned something.
 
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