I am astonished that anyone could write a piece on Connie Britton without using the word "grace."
She embodies grace, which I like to think of as "confident humility."
I am off the white potatoes for a bit, but I do have a suggestion regarding the mash.
First, before you do anything, cut off the top of a head of garlic, drizzle with olive oil and sprinkle with kosher salt. Wrap that in foil and put it in the oven at about 375.
Cut up/peel and steam the cauliflower/parsnip/carrots/regular potatoes, rather than boiling them. I think they lose a lot of their nutrients and flavor when boiled, but don't hold me to that. Just cut them up all small-like and steam for about 10-15 minutes.
Then drain well and scatter on a nonstick cookie sheet, and put it in the oven (where your garlic is nearly roasted) for like 5-10 minutes. This isn't for cooking, but rather for drying.
When they are dry, put them in a food processor (or in a warmish stovetop pot and use a hand blender). Add some generous pinches of kosher salt, lots of cracked black pepper, a half stick of butter, a glug or two of heavy cream OR coconut cream (my preference), and at least a half dozen of garlic cloves from your now roasted head of garlic (assuming it has been in the oven for about 45 minutes). Give it a zest of nutmeg if you are feeling fancy.
Perfect mash is perfect.
For the past 10 days or so, I have been eating (mostly) paleo. This is sort of an experiment, motivated (mostly) by curiosity. I haven't read any paleo books, am not on board with the whole philosophy behind it - I just felt like shaking things up.
So far, food-wise, it isn't that big of a deal. I have turned into a voracious label reader, which is weird, because I am now a different kind of label reader. I used to zero in on the nutritional data chart, but now I am strictly a reader of ingredients.
In terms of effects, it is still pretty early. Here is one thing, though, that I didn't expect: holy Christ, am I achy. I feel like I am trudging through mud all day, and I continually feel as though I worked out like a maniac the night before. Google tells me this is a common side effect from coming off the sugar/gluten/processed stuff. I would have never characterized myself as someone who ate a lot of sugar/gluten/processed stuff, so this is a little specious. But there is no denying that I am achy. Bones, muscles, head (aches).
The upside is that I feel nourished. Even after a big meal, I feel full, but not bloated or uncomfortable. And I have discovered a shit ton of things to cook that I would never have put in my grocery basket.
So yeah. I am gluten-ambivalent at this point.
@Daisy Razor: I even took the time to get the link to that comment and everything.
I went back and reread, to make sure I wasn't reading something into this that wasn't there, and lo, it was there:
Yeah, I think it does stem from a distinction of vaginal sex being more meaningful than anal/oral, but I feel like that's sort of natural? I mean, at the root of it, vaginal sex is at least imitating the act that ends in conception and babies and making a whole 'nother life. Which, while totally awesome, is also some heavy shit.
@nerdshares: this was something I very much wanted to say as well.
I usually make a deliberate choice not to read more into something than what was actually said or written, but the (GOD HELP ME I HATE THIS TERM) privileging of vaginal sex is inescapable here. If PIV sex is the only real, bonding, meaningful kind, and the only kind that "counts," that viewpoint sure has a lot to say about gay sex. Not real, not bonding, not meaningful. GAH. No me gusta.
I will go to my grave baffled by people who think oral or anal sex is somehow not sex. Or is less than vaginal sex for purposes of virginity or anything else, for that matter. It is one of only a handful of things I can think of where I just don't see the rationale or basis for the argument.
You keeping doing you, girl. Whatever floats your boat. I think you will be pleasantly surprised by your vaginal sex experience. What disappoints most people their first time is just an absence of sexual experience - not knowing what to expect, not knowing how to orgasm, not feeling comfortable and intimate with their partner, having read too many unrealistic books or watched too much porn.
You have a wealth of sexual experiences, and have not only figured out what turns you on physically, you are comfortable being naked and sexual with another. You will be far less intimidated than people who are having their first sexual experience.
I can't even begin to wrap my mind around how much I love the video for Solange's Losing You. I don't watch many music videos anymore, I guess, and this one just caught me all the way off guard.
She dances just like Whitney Houston in How Will I Know, which is to say, very, very badly, and I love it so, so much.
On the primary topic, I thought it was fairly well settled that Tom Petty should always be the soundtrack for macking.
I fell a little bit in love with you after reading this.
I am told that it doesn't last, but fuck science. I will always be a little bit in love with you because of this.
@par_parenthese: you know, I need to own that - my bias was showing.
I went to grad school at a Catholic university, and my female friends - all of whom were razor sharp, funny, and otherwise well-adjusted - had the most fucked up perspectives on oral sex. Many years later, I still shake my head at some of our late- night debates on the topic.
@angelene: you know what's funny? I actually considered suggesting she rent some porn, then realized that was disastrous advice. Hot blow job porn exists, but fuck if I know where.