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MC Candy Foot

breakfast ingredients “You want a grackle for breakfast?” I asked Ming.  A grackle was vocalizing in the courtyard. “Yeah!” he said. “Oh, honey.  You don’t eat birds.  The only animals you eat are sea creatures.” “Well, that’s good because they both start with a c.” “Uh–grackle doesn’t start with a c.  It starts with a… Read More »

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building bridges

Hello, I’m thinking about building bridges.  You know Ming used to meet for breakfast with a cop, someone in law enforcement we met at the test site.  The cop was guarding the test site from us wild protesters who might cross the line during the Sacred Peace Walk or another prayer event. I can’t remember… Read More »

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bagel cafe

We ate at Bagel Cafe, which opens at 7am. Ming is a Jew, and he is Chinese-American.  He was cared for by Jews as a young adult, and he has two adult kids who are Chinese-American and Jewish.  So this bagel cafe food is extra special to him, like Mexican food might be for me.… Read More »

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breakfast genius

Hey, did you know I’m a breakfast genius?  I made quinoa with cauliflower, a favorite dish.  I make it all together in the fake instapot, with salt.  It browns on the bottom a little bit, but it doesn’t burn. Then to my bowl, I add cream cheese and pine nuts.  It’s delicious.  Or I can… Read More »

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buckwheat

“The buckwheat was delicious,” Ming said.  I put lots of raisins in it, for him.  This was yesterday morning. “Yeah!  It’s good, huh!  I’m going to thank L,” I said.  She gave us some food that wasn’t working out for her, so kindly. I put half a chopped apple in mine, and butter.  “I eat… Read More »

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hot breakfast

Hey, I’ve been thinking of hacks for my crockpot.  My crockpot–wow, do I love it.  I use it every day.   I think of it as a rice cooker, as that’s the thing I use it for most.  Also I use it for quinoa–it gets a little toasty on the bottom, but not burned. I did… Read More »

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true, kind, and narcolepsy

“Is your cereal good?” I asked Ming. He nodded, his eyes closed, half-asleep. “Talking to you is like talking to a three year old, sometimes,” I said. “Trying to get a little kid to talk. Do you like those blocks? I like those blocks! Do you like the blue one? Which one is your favorite?”… Read More »