I tried to make my own pizza dough this week. I used a "cold rise" method, where you mix it all up then let it sit in the fridge overnight. Then you take it out and fuss with it, then let it rest and fuss with it some more. It came out pretty bad: tough but doughy, undercooked but rock hard in places. Blech.
So, I Googled "tough pizza dough" and came up with this... Wow, that's a lot of information about a lot of things that can go wrong. Maybe I'll just stick to store-bought dough from now on.
The fish was delicious, no doubt about it.
Perfectly seasoned and cooked just right, the broiled grouper on the Texas menu last summer tempted Donna Schroeder to eat every bite.
The only problem? It was poisoned, tainted with a hard-to-detect toxin that produces symptoms so bizarre, they put peanut-linked salmonella infections to shame.
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Within hours of the July dinner, Schroeder was stricken not only with typical nasty food poisoning symptoms — diarrhea, vomiting and fatigue — but also with a dangerously slow heart rate and neurological problems that caused her hands and feet to tingle painfully and, oddest of all, reversed her sense of hot and cold. Some patients also say they feel like their teeth are falling out — and the symptoms can linger for years.
That big piece of grouper I made last night was delicious! Pan-seared, and accompanied by jasmine rice, pea pods and a Thai curry sauce. Heaven.
My hands and feet are not tingling. Yet.
There is a new announcement from The Time Cube:
Consider yourself informed.
Bruce Sterling:
The original sin of geekdom is to think that just because you can think algorithmically and impose it on a machine that this is disembodied intelligence. That is just rules-based machine behavior. Just code being executed. Sure it's an art and science. Calling it intelligence is dehumanizing. It makes you look delusional, sad and pathetic. It's like being an old woman whose only friends are cats.