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Hi, I currently have a three stage water softener with 2 stages of 50/50 acid neutralizer and aeration mix. I have still noticed water staining from the iron/manganese.
For example, last year I put in a new quarter inch refrigerator line which was clear, within a few months, the line had a reddish/brownish hue.
I’m worried about buildup all over the plumbing due to this.
Do you think this might help?

What are some ways you combat food waste in order to save or salvage?
For our family, here's a few things I have been doing:
-Making a meal plan. I plan the entire week's meals, purchase groceries on Saturday, and then we have a plan for the entire week.
-Shopping at discount shops. For us, we have a Ruler Foods right down the street. I shop there mostly, but when I have to I will go to the Walmart that is also down the street. These are the cheapest grocery stores in my town. Our local supermarket (Sureway, in the midwest) is crazy high on prices so I avoid it at all costs. We have an Aldi in the next town over, but it is 10 miles away and I try not to drive much, especially when Ruler is comparable.
-Shop the weekly ad. For places like Ruler and Aldi, they put their weekly ads online. We typically meal plan from what meats and vegetables are on special that week and sometimes stock up if the price is right (recently bought two packs of chicken legs, each with 12 legs, for $5 a pack).
-If food is going to go bad, find ways to salvage it. For me, this week I had 1/4 gallon of milk that wasn't quite sour, but was 10 days past best buy date. I made cheese with it to top onto pasta. Any vegetables I have at the end of the week I chop up and freeze, and will use them in soups or to make veggie stock later. I also froze some corn tortillas, made breadcrumbs from bottom-of-the-bag chips, and plan to make breadcrumbs from the tortillas as well.
-First in, first out method: if food is still good, use it first before your newly store bought items. Pack of chicken from last week that's still good? Cook it up. I had about half the chicken legs left over from the meal I made, so next day I boiled them, when they were done I shredded them up and used them to add to a biscuit pot pie (leftover biscuits were already cooked and frozen from breakfast a week prior, so I used those instead of a traditional pot pie crust and there were no leftovers!) I also got about 2 quarts of chicken broth from boiling the chicken, which I froze and have used multiple times this week in recipes.
-Get creative. If you are unsure how to use leftover ingredients before they go bad, Google is your friend. I often will go to Google and try to find ways to use up items or salvage them in some way.
What are your favorite ways to save on groceries and combat food waste?

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A big Thank You to those who gave advice on my last post, it’s been helpful.
My apologies if the following sounds bad, it’s not, but apologies anyway.
So, I’m still working through things. I was going to post this before but then I thought I’d watch the CPTSD stream first. It was an insightful stream, had a lot of information that was useful. I’m planning to get the guide when I can. Probably rewatch the stream too/
However, some of my trauma is “race” based. And I was wondering if people had some thoughts on it?
About me: I’m mixed race. Part European and part South Asian/Southeast Asian. So half white. I want to stress this because no one else seems to care.

• I’ve had death threats due to my skin from 5 years old.
• Constantly judged for my skin, always picked last in school or treated unfairly.
• Had someone in primary school try to “purify” me, like chasing me around with a something? And saying prayers/mantras.
• 4yo, I was left in the rain because my parents were late to pick me up from daycare. (I don’t blame folks as apparently the daycare was investigated later on)
• People on dating sites ignore me, so it’s not an option for me, with some saying they don’t date Indian looking men (why match then, who knows)
• I was born in Australia. Raised Australian. My folks believed if you move somewhere, you join in the culture, so besides food and my relatives, I guess, I’m Aussie. In that it’s my culture. It’s who I am, generally speaking, culturally white for lack of a better term.
• Even if I explain my background, people only focus on my non European half
• The only saving grace I have is that if people hear me speak, they seem to calm down, almost like they don’t hear an accent so it calms them

The racial trauma is obvious, I guess. People only see the skin color and assume things. I think it maybe why I feel some people avoid me. This has led to some misplaced anger towards Indian people, which I have resolved more or less. I love my mum. Dev Patel is great. Dr K is great. Curry and roti paratha is divine, seriously try roti paratha, like a love child of a pie crust and tortilla.
The cognitive dissonance comes from the fact that people keep telling me to stay in my lane. I see myself as more white. I grew up in Australia, I only know English, surrounded primarily by Caucasian people. I’m mixed race but culturally white Australian. I’m generally attracted to Caucasian women, again because it’s what I was around ground up, and it’s not like I’m attracted to any Caucasian gal. And I find women like Risa Naka or Park ShinHye attractive. Rashida Jones.
It’s not a fetish or that I’m hyping up white people. I’m attracted to what I find similar to me. What’s annoying is people setting me up with people simply because they are Indian. Or my sibling who says I’m being racist, even though their partner is white…. creating further cognitive dissonance and a feeling of helplessness. Apparently I can’t be with who I want, but others can.
I hope people can try to understand things. I’m trying to figure out a way to explain it better, but the only example I’ve got is an LGBT example. I think it’s why I understand them. That is, a trans person is born a certain way but doesn’t feel or identify that way, and bigots tell them to stay in their lane. Or a lesbian who keeps being told to date men when they aren’t attracted to them. I’m not LGBT but it’s the best example I can think of, I’m sorry to anyone who is and thinks I’m out of line for comparing.
I don’t know what I’m expecting. I guess it’s partly venting. I’m lonely and stressed and tired. And all I want is someone who is attracted to be attracted to me too. Just one.
I mean there’s probably no real answer for this, other than what my psychologist said “just be the best me I can be, be the best color person that others will meet”. So I guess it’s probably sort of pointless posting this. But I like to get answers from everywhere so I figured I’ll give it a final shot then, ignore the ignorant and do good.

During the course of my career as an alpha Sasquatch hunting, Dogman destroying, pussy crushing, luxury watch loving dude, I have run into this particular woman a few times. She is one part uber sensuality, and the other part deadly. Yes, I am speaking about the lovely, Anna Conda. I bring her up because I had another run-in with her last year.

Anna and I first joined forces, so to speak, when she acted as a go-between in my business deal with the Chinese to sell them bigfoot parts. See, I would hunt and kill the critters, cut them up, deliver the parts to Anna, who in turn gave me a suitcase containing unmarked American hundred-dollar bills, then she would transport the bigfoot parts to the Chinese. I was never really sure of what the sneaky-ass Chinese were doing with the body parts. All I knew for sure is that they are extracting certain materials from them, then synthesizing them with some other shit, creating some sort of drug. Whether it then becomes a bio-weapon or a dick stimulant, I do not know. Neither do I care. As long as they kept the hundies coming, I was good.

Now, while Anna is of Russian descent, she is a freelancer. She will work for any sick, skeevy motherfucker out there. She does not care. She has no conscience, at least not in the traditional sense as we understand it in western civilization. Today she is working for the Chinese, and tomorrow she may be working for Hamas. She is a slippery motherfucker.

So here is how it went down. At 11:32 p.m. on a Friday in September of last year I get a call on my cell phone. When the call came in I was balls deep into this hot little lass I picked up at the bus station a little earlier in the evening from an old swarthy chap named “Colorado Joe”. He wanted to sell me the girl. I was assured she was over 20 years old. I told him I needed to take her out for a test ride, which he agreed to.

So, there I was, balls deep in “Bing Bang Yun”, and my phone rings. Of course, I silence all incoming calls not in my contacts list. Thus, I knew that I must know the caller. In mid stroke I reached over to the nightstand to retrieve my cell and looked at it. It was a call from “Sergio”. I thought, “Oh shit…. I am going to have to cut the Oriental bang circus short.” When Sergio calls, I have to respond…immediately. He has the best blow on the east coast!!

“Hey, Serge! What’s up?”, I asked. All he said was, “Hooters. 2:00 a.m.”, then hung up. This was obviously the rendezvous for the transaction. Now, understand that Serge was not talking about the chicken wing restaurant. Hooters was code, in case the feds were listening in on the line. “Hooters” meant the titty bar out on Highway 69 called “The Plump Rump”. We had a communications code we used.

It was a long haul to the titty bar, so I needed to get moving. I had no time to return the girl to Colorado Joe, so I took her with me. I had her blow me on the way to the meeting with Sergio, telling her that her performance would make the difference on whether I save her from Joe or not. Of course, after she was done I tossed her out of my speeding truck and down, over the bridge, and into the Wendigo River below. I did not need any complications in my life right now.

I arrived at The Plump Rump at 2:00 a.m. on the dot. I saw the manager, Lou Skunt, sitting at the bar when I walked inside. I nodded. He walked over and said to me, “Use my office for the meeting The parties are already in there waiting for you.” I nodded and then headed to Lou’s office. Then it hit me: Lou said the “PARTIES” are already here. That is, parties, meaning more than one person. It was not just Sergio. It was 2 or more people! Lou was probably in for a cut of whatever was about to go down.

Something was bad fucked up!! I know for a fact that Sergio never brings anyone with him on a deal, at least not with me. He is too distrustful of people to do that, and too fucking mean to need protection. Something was wrong. I was just as likely to get whacked when I enter Lou’s office as anything else. I needed a moment to think things through.

I took a spot in front of one of the performance poles to watch a young, swarthy Mexican lass perform. My mind quickly strayed from the problem at hand to this brown chick’s ass and tits. She was not a great looking chick, but her body was smoking!! I quickly became aroused. I thought to myself, “Goddamn Asian bitches!! They are just like Chinese food – after 2 hours you are ready for some more!!”

When the little Mexican chick went on break I motioned her over to my table. “Hola Senior!!”, she said. I pulled out a clear plastic baggie of blow and dropped it on the table. Her eyes grew wide and slobber starting falling from her mouth. Blow is like catnip for strippers. Thus, she fell under my spell immediately.

The next thing I know, this brown girl was on my lap, dry humping me like a feral bitch dog in heat. I had to bang her. I NEEDED to see my wang penetrating her. Just then, someone taps my shoulder hard. I look up to see Lou standing over me. He bent down and said, “Did you forget about my office, asshole?!?!?!” I replied, “Damn, Lou!! You read my mind!!!” I arose, with the little Mexican bolted onto my mid-section, and hastily retreated to Lou’s office. I figured Lou would prefer me to stain this chick in private rather than out in the open.

The door to the office opened easily. The lights were on inside. In a lustful haze, I set the little Mexican chick on her back across Lou’s desk and started pumping the shit out of her, completely unaware of the others in the room with us. In a moment I heard someone call my name. I twist my neck around to see Sergio sitting on Lou’s jizz crusted couch. I think to myself, “Oh shit! I forgot about that shit!”

I figured I would just move forward with the deal as it was proposed to me. “Hey Serge! What ya got for me, dude?”, I asked. He replied, “I have a very special deal for you. I need, uh … yeah, ……Hey, Rod, you want to stop for a moment so we can talk?” I picked up the little tamale and laid her down onto Sergio’s lap as I continued to plow her. She stayed on my cock the whole time. I told Sergio, “No, man. I’m good! Lay it on me!” Slowly, Sergio lowered his face into his palm.

Then it happened. The voice cam from behind me, in the dark corner of Lou’s office. It was velvety yet hard as steel. “Rod. Went need to talk”, it said. Even though I did not stop pumping the little brown chick, a chill went down my spine when I heard those words. It was the thick timbre of the voice, I think, that alerted me.

I turned to look across the room. There, sitting in a red leather captains chair against the wall was the source of the sultry voice: Anna Conda.

I picked up the little taco yet again and turned her around so I could face Anna as I continued pumping her. At this point the Mexican girl was merely a masturbation toy I was using. I increased my pump so I could dump my load and get this over with. Then BAMM!!!, it was over. I removed the lass from my huge rod, after which her body crumpled to the floor. I did not know if she was dead or injured, or what had happened to her. But I did not care either, so I did not dwell on it.

I tried to compose myself the best I could, then walked over to stand before Anna so I could get to the bottom of all this business. “Well, well, well. Anna Conda. We meet again. Tell me, what brings you here, to my little neck of the woods?”

Anna replied, “Rod, put your dick away.” I looked down and, indeed, I had forgotten to stow my cock. Out of pure curtesy, I packed it away. Then I returned my attention to Anna. “Alright, Anna, what’s going on here?”

Anna launched into a startling tale about what brought her to me. As she spoke I became lost in her wanton beauty. She got up from her chair and walked about the room as she relayed her story, presumably to make it more dramatic and demonstrative. I got a full-on view of her body, and it was fantastic!!

She stands 5’10’’ and weighs 105 lbs. She is lithe. She was showing it off too, wearing a black, silk dress that landed just about her ankles. The top was low-cut, betraying just a bit of cleavage from her C-cup wineglass titties. She was not wearing a bra. Anna never wears a bra. Her nips were perfectly outlined through the silk. In fact, I think her nips were hard. It was probably something she did on purpose in an attempt to influence me. It was working.

Anna’s ass was perfect. It was not at all fat, but round enough not to be skinny. It was a fit figure skater’s ass. As she walked, I could see a tiny bit of jiggle emanating from her ass flesh, and then reverberated in the silky black dress she wore. My cock began growing hard again.

Her face was beautiful. Think Scarlett Johanson and Phoebe Cates rolled into one. But any sweetness this may evoke is quickly dispelled by Anna’s throaty voice with its thick Russian accent. I have known Anna for 20 years. Yet, she still does not look a day over 25. Jesus Christ!!! If ever there was a chick to die for ….. If I was one to delve into the belief of the paranormal, then I may conclude that Anna made a deal with the devil. But, I am not such a person.
And literally, Anna Conda is a chick to die for. She is deadly as fuck. She will kill you in a split second without a thought just because she does not like the shirt you are wearing. She can do it too. She is always armed and she knows how to use her weapons. Moreover, she is a total psychopath. This makes her doubly dangerous.

Anna and I have always gotten along for the most part. Like Anna, the dollar is my primary motivating factor. Such a mindset allows for understanding and predictability among people, which are elements that are sorely missing in many business dealings today that go on in the color of darkness.

Suddenly, Anna snapped me out of my thoughts. “Here’s your gun, Rod. Now let’s get started”, said Anna. She and Sergio were halfway through the door exiting Lou’s office when I said, “Hey, wait a damned minute!!! What are you talking about?!?”

They both stopped, and Anna walked back in and looked me in the eyes, saying “The plan, Rod. Let’s get on with the plan.” A little embarrassed, I sheepishly asked, “What plan?” Anna folded her arms and looked cross at me. After a moment to allow me to simmer in my shame, she asked, “You were not paying attention, were you, Rod?” I shook my head and looked down.

I heard a hammer cock. I jerked my head back up to find myself staring down the barrel of a pistol pointed at my head that Anna was holding. I protested, “Look, it is not my fucking fault!! Put that fucking gun down!!!” I continued, “You were distracting me with …. Well.. you know, how you are dressed, and that hot, sultry voice…. You know?”

“So, instead of paying attention to the plan, you chose to eye-rape me. Is that what I am to understand your position is, Rod?”, she asked. Knowing that my life was on the line, I said, “Anna, look, you know I am horny to a fault. Then you come in here, swinging them tits around, wearing that silk dress showing off the crack of your ass…. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPENED?”

Anna lowered her gun. She knew that my explanation of being a total cocksman was truth. “Let’s go”, Anna curtly said. I obeyed.

Anna explained the plan to me again on the drive from The Plump Rump. She made me wear a blindfold so that I would not get horny during her explanation. Here is how it went:

Anna Conda was now working for the Russians. It seems that Putin caught wind of the Sasquatch project that the Chinese were working on. He also knew that the American government have been fucking with sasquatch for decades. Thus, he was very concerned about the existence of a bigfoot gap. He ordered the acquisition of a Sasquatch specimen immediately.

Moreover, said specimen must be prime. It needed to be the biggest, baddest sasquatch of them all – a true alpha – so as to speed things along. Putin did not want some weird shit-creature, is-it-a-sasquatch-or-is-it-a-dogman, kind of monstrosity. He wanted purebred, badass sasquatchery, and preferably from the American Pacific northwest.

Anna got in on it because she sold the intel to Putin about China’s Sasquatch operation. She then told Putin she could produce sasquatch corpses for him. She told him she had a contact (i.e., me). Thus, with Putin’s blessing and promises of riches to come, Anna set out to America to find me.

Now, here is where things got a bit squirrely. See, I agreed to procure some more dead sasquatch. I have no problem with killing sasquatch because, in my opinion, they are an abomination on this Earth. I kind of feel like I am doing God’s work by wiping out as many of them as I can. And given all the not-so-Godly stuff I have done, I feel like killing Sasquatch kind of offsets that to some degree.

But Anna, she was stuck on Putin’s instruction that she must supply him with apex Sasquatch. So she did not want to take my advice of heading to the Pacific Northwest or Alaska. Instead, Anna claimed to have pinpointed the whereabouts of a particularly gruesome sasquatch beast that she KNEW would win her a fortune from Putin if she brought it to him.

“So, where is this beast?”, I asked. Anna replied “Martha’s Vineyard”. I paused. Then I asked her to repeat herself. It turns out that I was not mistaken about what Anna had said. I continued, “Uh, Anna, there are no sasquatch on Martha’s Vineyard, just a lot of wealth New Englander schmucks.”

Anna looked at me and told me I was wrong. Then she decided to attempt to taunt me. “Oh, Rod, mighty slayer of Bigfoot! Yet, you fail to take notice of where the biggest, most foul and rotten beast of them all makes its home. Jesus, Rod!! What kind of bigfoot hunter are you, anyway?” Anna then spit at my feet and wondered aloud whether she even needs me for this job.

I decided that I needed to straighten out the hierarchy here in order for this here deal to move forward. I said, “Well, Anna, feel free to truck on over to Old Whitey Beach and battle that beast. But, if there is a big old mangy sasquatch lurking around over there, then it is probably a fucking Nazi-Squatch. You know, those fuckers out there hate the Jews.”

The work “Nazi” visibly shook Anna. Her great grandfather died defending Leningrad. Her entire family there died of either starvation or cannibalism during Hitler’s siege during Operation Barbarossa. Anna despised Nazis. But she feared them too. After landing that punch, I decided to push my luck.

“Now, I am still willing to help you catch this here Nazi-Squatch, but you have to do something for me”, I said. Now Anna’s eyes were on me, and they were narrowing. I continued, “I want you to get bare assed naked and pleasure yourself while I stand over you and jack it.” Anna stared at me silently for a long moment. Then she replied.

“After the job is done, and you can get none of your … fluids… on me”, she said. I shook my head and countered, “Now, and I will ‘try’ to not get my spunk on you.”

However, Anna then turned the tables on me. In fact, she picked up the table and bashed my head in with it. She looked me in my eyes, then matter-of-factly said, “You get the beast, and your prize shall be a night with me, anything goes, darling.” Well, since this caused all of the blood to immediately drain from my brain, I had a lapse in judgment. “DEAL!!”, I said. Then we shook on it.

“OK, tell me more about this supposed monster sasquatch on Martha’s Vineyard”, I said. I still was not ready to believe there was a monster out there. “I show you photo”, said Anna. She took out her phone, scrolled to find the photo, then handed the phone to me. “There. Sasquatch”, she said.

I stared at the photo and remained silent. After a long moment, I turned the phone so that Anna could see the photo and asked, “Uh, Anna, is THIS what you intended to show me?” She replied. “Yes! There…Sasquatch! The biggest, grossest monster around.”

Now, I could not argue with Anna that the image on her phone is a big, gross monster. Hell, it could actually be a sasquatch, and THE UBER sasquatch. It is most certainly the grossest thing on Martha’s Vinyard. But I somehow do not think this is what Putin is expecting.

I turned to Anna and said, “Anna, this is a photo of Michelle Obama. I know it looks vile, and has a huge, hulking body with large appendages where a woman should not have them. But, sweatheart, that ain’t no sasquatch. That’s a big, hairy Chicago street negro.”

Anna did not believe me at first. She was hard in her conviction that Obama was a sasquatch. “I have seen the Sasquatch beast you deliver to me for China. This … Michelle Obama …. It is big, and hairy, and ugly like the sasquatch beast, but worse.”

When the truth finally set it, I could see that it had kind of broken down poor Anna, if only just a bit. I put my arm around Anna and told her, “Look, Michelle O fooled you. Hell, she and her Hamas Hubby fooled millions of Americans, twice! At least you saw Michelle for what she is, to wit: a big, gross sasquatch, and NOT some kind a retarded leftist messiah.”

After that, things took a rather dark turn. “What if we still take her to Putin? We can make deal; sell her to Putin!!” At this point I held up my hands and said, “I’m out”, then turned and walked away. Anna followed, trying to get me to stay. At this point, I could tell that Anna was coming undone a little.

See, she had to produce for Putin. There is no telling what kind of secret deal she actually had with him. She had to deliver a big old mangy Obama …. Er, uh, I mean … Sasquatch, to Putin.

“Ok, Rod, we do your plan. We go out west to kill bigfoot. Huge, monster bigfoot. she said. I turned and looked Anna in her eyes and said the following: First, we bang for 48 hours straight, right now, so I can get my fill of you. Second, you pay me $10,000.00 cash upfront. Third, upon delivery of the dead bigfoot, you pay me $1 million immediately.”

Anna agreed to everything, but noted that at the present time it was her “time of the month”. I grimaced, as I will absolutely not go there (and she knows that). “Fine, next week we bang”, I said. She pointed out that I would be in the woods next week hunting sasquatch. “Fine, once I come out of the woods, then we bang – 48 hours straight”, I said. “Of course, darling!”, she agreed.

Well, it took several days to set up the hunt, but it finally happened. I was in Washington state at high elevation based on intel I has acquired that indicated that there was a monstrous 15’ tall sasquatch on the mountain range that had been murdering and eating hunters and hikers. After 3 months in these mountains without a trace of the creature I began to lose hope, thinking that I probably got some bad intel, or bad coordinates.

I got my satellite phone out to call for an extraction. Winter was setting in fast, and if I did not get off this mountain soon, then I would freeze and/or starve to death. Unfortunately, my contact did not answer. I tried for 2 days. No answer. I had been fucked. I wondered what had happened back in civilization that caused me to be abandoned like this. I resolved that I would get off that mountain and get to the bottom of this shit. There would be hell to pay for this betrayal!!’

I was able to get in touch with contacts from back home. I got old Billy Ray from Ellijay and Rattler on the phone and got them to come out here to Washington State to extract me. Rattler use to fly helicopters in the Army. He has an old Huey sitting in his front yard, to the chagrin of his HOA. He fired that sucker up, and him and old Billy Ray flew out here to my coordinates and extracted me.

After landing at a convenience store to buy some beer for the flight home, we headed east. Through the skies a way, Billy Ray said, “Well, Rod, I guess you is bout ready to git back home to Georgia, eh?” In fact, I was ready to go home. But I had to take care of some business first. I told them both to take me to New York City. They were both perplexed. All I said to them was “I have an old friend there I have to see before I can go home.”

I have intel on where Anna Conda stays when she is in the United States. She stays at certain hotels depending on what month she is here, and whether her check-in date is an odd or even number. This is for undercover work. I came across the code for her stays while doing the sasquatch work for China. She an I were caught in a snowstorm one night in Buffalo, NY, and had to share a room at the Holiday Inn near the airport. We had like 10 big Igloo ice chests with iced down sasquatch body parts with us in the room.

Anna was like, “No hanky panky, Rod. I am tired and I want to go to bed. Tomorrow we finish business.”

Frankly, I did not blame her for withholding her magnificent muff from me. I was tired as hell. But, I could not settle for nothing. So, when Anna was in the bathroom taking a shower, I started going through her suit case. I wanted to find some of her panties to jack off into. Instead, I found a little black notebook. Inside it contained her lodging codes, and some other interesting things. I photographed the contents with my phone and then put it back.

When Anna got out of the shower she was already dressed in her night clothes. She saw me lying on my back, nude on the bed, and jacking it. “Rod!! GROSS!!!! Go to the restroom to do that shit!!!”, she commanded. I just did it to get a rise out of her. LOL!!

So, if Anna is still inside the U.S., then using the codes I stole from her I can locate precisely where she will be that night. I studied it for a few moments then had my answer. Tonight she would be staying at the Dogman Inn on Hwy 95 South, Room 355. I told Rattler to get me there stat!

We had to stop several times for fuel and beer. Those Hueys go just a bit over a hundred MPH, you know. But eventually, we got there. I gave the boys some money and told them to go to the Waffle House for some coffee to sober up. Then they would fly me home.

I should mention that I also had Rattler’s fully auto Russian AK-74 with spare mags. During the long flight with 2 drunks from Washington State to New York City, I had worked myself up into a towering rage over how Anna fucked me on this Putin deal. She had clearly thrown me aside. But for what, exactly? I figured I would storm the hotel room, get some answers, then shower the room with gun fire.

I busted through the door of Room 355 at exactly 3:35 a.m. There she was. My entry roused her from slumber. I was pointing my rifle at her, center mass. She was shocked at the appearance of a gunman in her room at this time of night. However, she was not as shocked as one would think (this was not the first time something like this has happened to her).

I raised my face from the receiver just enough so she could see it was me. “Rod!!!”, she exclaimed. “What happened to you?!?!? I thought you had died up in those mountains when we never hear from you!” I replied, “Shove it up that cute little ass of yours, Anna. You fucked me. And not in the good way. What the fuck was all that shit about needing a sasquatch for Putin?!?”

Anna played dumb. But it struck me that I had been deliberately put out of the loop for 3 months. Why? Who wanted me away for that long, and why? What went on in my absence?!? I was just dying to know!!! I set my rifle down and pulled out my fixed blade knife, ready to get down to some real nasty work on Anna so I could get some truth. The pure evil of what I was about to do to her caused a wide death grin to grow on my face. Anna saw it. She knew what it meant. She swallowed hard and her eyes betrayed the shear terror she felt inside. I was engorged with blood lust. She knew she had fucked up one time too many this time!!

Suddenly came the sound of the toilet in the bathroom flushing. I was momentarily shocked. I did not expect anyone else to be there with Anna. Anna saw it in my face. I glanced at her and saw that the terror in her face was replaced with pleasure, a slight smile creeping over her face.

I was going to have to face off against this person in the bathroom, who would be out in a split moment. When I do that, I will have to turn 180 degrees from Anna, thereby making me vulnerable to her. I had only once choice: Shoot Anna first.

Just as this came to me, but just before I could act on it, the bathroom door opened. I had to deal with that person before Anna now. I spun around to see that it was a completely nude, and fat, white man. He was a real oafish blob. He looked surprised to see me. He also looked sort of familiar.

I next heard the crack of something hitting my skull hard. I remember the immediate hateful pain that shot through my body and the sound of blood rushing through my ears. I remember the dizziness, then falling to the floor. Clearly, as I fixed on the man from the bathroom, Anna had cracked me over the head with a blunt object.

I came to the next morning, Billy Ray and Rattler had manage to track me down based upon coordinates I left in the chopper that said “IN CASE OF EMERGENCY”. Billy Ray filled up the hotel room ice bucket with cold water and doused my head with it to bring me conscious. I was disoriented at first. But after a bit, what happened in this room the night before came back to me.

Honestly, I am surprised that Anna did not just kill me. I presume that she thinks she can leverage her drop-dead hotness to get me to do more shit for her in the future. She is absolutely right about that too. Rattler then said, “Hey, Rod, that snake bitch left a letter fer ya.”

He handed me the letter. This is what it said:
____________________________________________

“Dear Rod:

Sorry about the boo boo on your head. Hope it heals soon. Also sorry about leaving you in the mountains. I was not running a scam on you Rod. Rather, an opportunity arose for me to acquire a sasquatch body from another person. You may know him since you are a sasquatch hunter. His name is Matt Moneymaker. Anyway, until next time…..

Yours truly,
Anna Conda”
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I could not fucking believe it. That was fatfuck Moneymaker in the hotel room earlier. Anna fucked Matt Fatfuck Moneymaker for a Sasquatch! That fat son of bitch!!

Billy Ray asked, “You ready to go Rod?” I stood up and said, “Yeah, let’s go.” Then Rattler said, “Hey, ya wanna stop and git some beer fer the ride home?” I replied “Hell yeah.”

I felt like I wanted to die. Thank God for beer and buddies. I don’t blame Anna. She is a fucking snake, and I knew that before this started. Also, I cannot really blame fatfuck Moneymaker for wanting to get some of that hot poon pie Anna serves up. I guess I have to blame fate for fucking me over this time. I even started thinking that next time I will just avoid Anna. But I know I won’t, thus making me subject to this sort of shit again. I had Rattler set us down in Charlottesville so I could buy some hard liquor.

Okay so I made two fruit tarts for mother's Day. They turned out beautifully but let me explain what I did with the custard. I followed the recipe exactly to a T.
The custard came out beautifully after cooking it on the stove top. I put Saran wrap immediately directly on top of the custard as instructed. It sat out on the counter for no more than 10 minutes before I put it in the fridge overnight. Was this my first mistake? Should I have let it come completely to room temperature before putting it in the fridge? Which probably would have taken an hour since I doubled the recipe and it was a double batch.
The next morning after my pie crusts were completely cooled, I took out the custard and I saw how lumpy the mixture was. Even after mixing and mixing with the whisk, there was no way I could pour that into the shells. The lumpiness wouldn't go away. I read online that you could use an immersion blender to soften it up again. Well I don't have that so I used a food processor and in a matter of 2 minutes it was silky smooth again. So I don't think coagulated and grainy are the right words for my mixture because it definitely wasn't. It's not like I needed a strainer for it. I would probably describe the texture as slightly scrambled eggs. All it took was a few presses on the food processor to bring it back to normal. I was honestly amazed lol.
So I poured it into the shells and served it about 6 hours later. And right when I cut into the shells, all of it started pretty much oozing out of the sides. It was not a firm thick custard whatsoever. I thought it was my fault for not letting it sit overnight, so I had to see the texture the next day and it was definitely firmer than it was on the day that I served it. But if I had to give the custard a rating in terms of firmness, it would be a 7 out of 10 (The first day I'd probably give it a 3 out of 10). The fruit was still sliding off of the custard when I cut into it the next day.
Was my mistake possibly food processing it for a little bit longer than I should have? Maybe I should have done it in about 5 to 10 second intervals and tested the consistency instead of doing a straight run of about 30 to 40 seconds?

I put together the following weight loss plan for myself. For reference, I'm male, 36yr, 5'11, and 205 pounds. Note: I asked chatgpt for the recipe suggestions based on approved ingredients. I know they'll need some tweaking to be to my liking...
Morning Routine:
Goals: Hydration, light exposure, stretching, healthy low-carb meal, raise body temperature.
Cold Water:

• Take a cold shower. This will help your body raise its core temperature.

Hydrate & Natural Light Exposure:

• Drink a full glass of water immediately upon waking up.
• Open blinds and spend 15-20 minutes doing yoga in a sunny spot. Yoga videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7xsYgTeM2Q ; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vr3h5X9kmUo

Post-Yoga:

• Drink black coffee (no sugar or milk). Delay drinking coffee by 45-90 minutes after waking up.
• When commuting to work, park farther from the building for extra steps.

Breakfast Recipe Ideas:

1. Avocado and Egg Breakfast Bowl:
   • Ingredients: Avocado, eggs, bell peppers, tomatoes, spinach, garlic, olive oil.
   • Instructions: Sautee bell peppers, tomatoes, and spinach with garlic in olive oil. Serve with sliced avocado and poached eggs on top.
2. Vegetable Omelette:
   • Ingredients: Eggs, mushrooms, spinach, bell peppers, onions, cheddar cheese.
   • Instructions: Whisk eggs and pour into a heated skillet. Add chopped vegetables and cheese. Cook until eggs are set.
3. Chia Seed Pudding:
   • Ingredients: Chia seeds, full-fat yogurt, strawberries, blackberries, almond slices.
   • Instructions: Mix chia seeds with yogurt and refrigerate overnight. Top with sliced strawberries, blackberries, and almond slices before serving.

Afternoon Routine:
Goals: Light movement, healthy low-carb meal, hydrate. Lunch:

• Aim for a lunch high in protein and low in carbs.
• Take a long walk after lunch. The goal is 5k steps or approximately 30 minutes of walking.

Lunch Recipe Ideas:

1. Grilled Chicken Salad:
   • Ingredients: Grilled chicken breast, mixed greens (spinach, kale, etc.), tomatoes, cucumbers, bell peppers, avocado, olive oil, vinegar.
   • Instructions: Grill chicken and slice. Toss mixed greens with chopped vegetables, avocado slices, and dress with olive oil and vinegar.
2. Turkey and Veggie Wrap:
   • Ingredients: Turkey slices, whole-grain wrap, spinach, bell peppers, hummus, avocado.
   • Instructions: Spread hummus on the wrap, add turkey slices, spinach, sliced bell peppers, and avocado. Roll it up and serve.
3. Eggplant and Mushroom Stir-Fry:
   • Ingredients: Eggplant, mushrooms, garlic, olive oil, soy sauce.
   • Instructions: Stir-fry sliced eggplant and mushrooms with minced garlic in olive oil. Add soy sauce for seasoning.

Snacks: almonds, watermelon, strawberries, blackberries, hard-boiled eggs, full-fat yogurt

Evening Routine:
Goals: Daily workout, healthy low-carb meal, hydration, plenty of sleep (8-9 hours).
Daily workout:

• Strive to work hard here.
• Warm up with intervals of jogging and walking for 6-8k steps.
• Bodyweight exercises. Be sure you are challenged to complete the circuit. Incorporate pushups, squats, lunges, pullups, dips, mountain climber, step up knee raises, plank, etc. Don’t slack on these.

Dinner Recipe Ideas:

1. Baked Salmon with Roasted Vegetables:
   • Ingredients: Salmon fillets, broccoli, cauliflower, Brussels sprouts, olive oil, lemon.
   • Instructions: Season salmon with olive oil, lemon, salt, and pepper. Roast alongside mixed vegetables until cooked through.
2. Beef and Broccoli Stir-Fry:
   • Ingredients: Lean ground beef, broccoli, garlic, soy sauce, olive oil.
   • Instructions: Brown ground beef in olive oil, add minced garlic and broccoli florets. Stir in soy sauce and cook until broccoli is tender.
3. Grilled Chicken with Zucchini Noodles:
   • Ingredients: Chicken breast, zucchini, pesto, olive oil, pine nuts.
   • Instructions: Grill chicken breast and slice. Spiralize zucchini into noodles and toss with pesto. Serve chicken over zucchini noodles and sprinkle with pine nuts.
4. Additional Recipes: Breakfast:
   
5. Quick Veggie Scramble:
   
   • Ingredients: Eggs, spinach, tomatoes, mushrooms, bell peppers, cheddar cheese, garlic, olive oil.
   • Instructions: In a skillet, sauté chopped vegetables with minced garlic in olive oil until tender. Add beaten eggs and scramble until cooked. Top with cheddar cheese before serving.
6. Greek Yogurt with Mixed Berries and Nuts:
   
   • Ingredients: Full-fat yogurt, strawberries, blackberries, almonds, walnuts.
   • Instructions: Serve yogurt topped with sliced strawberries, blackberries, crushed almonds, and walnuts for added crunch.
7. Avocado and Tomato Bowl:
   
   • Ingredients: Avocado, tomatoes, lemon, garlic, olive oil.
   • Instructions: Cube avocado and tomatoes, toss with minced garlic, lemon juice, and a drizzle of olive oil.
8. Spinach and Mushroom Omelette:
   
   • Ingredients: Eggs, spinach, mushrooms, garlic, olive oil.
   • Instructions: Cook chopped mushrooms and minced garlic in olive oil until tender. Add beaten eggs and spinach, cook until eggs are set.
9. Nutty Fruit Bowl:
   
   • Ingredients: Watermelon, cantaloupe, almonds, walnuts, lime, chili pepper.
   • Instructions: Cube watermelon and cantaloupe, serve in a bowl with crushed almonds and walnuts on top. Add lime and chili pepper for more flavor.

Lunch:

1. Tuna and Avocado Salad:
   • Ingredients: Canned tuna, avocado, spinach, tomatoes, lemon, olive oil.
   • Instructions: Mix canned tuna with diced avocado, spinach leaves, and chopped tomatoes. Dress with lemon juice and olive oil.
2. Chicken and Vegetable Stir-Fry:
   • Ingredients: Chicken breast, broccoli, bell peppers, garlic, olive oil, soy sauce.
   • Instructions: Stir-fry sliced chicken breast with chopped vegetables and minced garlic in olive oil. Season with soy sauce.
3. Eggplant and Tomato Salad:
   • Ingredients: Eggplant, tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, vinegar.
   • Instructions: Roast cubed eggplant with minced garlic in olive oil until tender. Toss with chopped tomatoes and a splash of vinegar.
4. Cheesy Spinach and Tomato Omelette:
   • Ingredients: Eggs, spinach, tomatoes, cheddar cheese, garlic, olive oil.
   • Instructions: Sauté chopped tomatoes with minced garlic in olive oil until softened. Add beaten eggs and spinach, cook until eggs are set. Top with cheddar cheese.
5. Mushroom and Tomato Soup:
   • Ingredients: Mushrooms, tomatoes, garlic, olive oil, vegetable broth.
   • Instructions: Sauté sliced mushrooms and minced garlic until golden. Add diced tomatoes and vegetable broth, simmer until flavors meld.

Approved Ingredients for other recipes: eggplant broccoli cauliflower brussel Sprouts cabbage mushrooms tomatoes green beans bell peppers spinach zucchini asparagus garlic kale collard greens bok choy
cheddar cheese gouda parmesan
almonds pine nuts walnuts
watermelon lemon cantalope lime avocado strawberries black berries
chicken eggs lean ground beef fish turkey
hot sauce butter sour cream full fat yogurt olive oil avocado oil coconut oil ghee pesto chimichurri vinegar tahini

I sought out to make a Blueberry Wheat ale with soft mouthfeel, notes of pie crust and blueberry. What I got was a thin, watery, with notes of banana and weak fruit wine.
I used 3lb frozen blueberries, pureed, and pitched when Primary fermentation slowed, about 4 days. I allowed to re-ferment completely before racking to a keg and carbonating.
Problem 1 was the yeast I used which brought out banana notes. Next time Ill just go with a S-04 or similar.
Problem 2 must have been too much blueberry puree. How much should I use to get the flavor without it being dominant, and preferably maintaining a golden yellow color?
I dont know why it tasted thin, given how much wheat malt used, so Im also looking for suggestions that might improve that.
My recipe: https://share.brewfather.app/eTENgxjKxxS5ij

Weird question but is there anywhere in the city to buy local frozen pie crust? Is this a thing bakeries sell?

Has anyone experimented with a baby cakes cupcake maker? What do you think about baby Keylime pies? You have to cook the crust first would it be too much to cook it again with the filling? Plz help

I'm looking for an old recipe from The '80s that was made by a woman who came from Saskatchewan. It was an egg pie, really savory and custardy and delicious and I remember it had grated onion in it. She used to make it in a casserole dish so it was quite deep, but you could cut it like a pie and get these full beautiful pieces out. There was a bottom crust but no top crust. I haven't had any luck online as they always want to give me quiche recipes.... Does anybody out there know what I'm talking about? And if so do you have a recipe?? Many thanks in advance!