2 (10-ounce) whole trout, cleaned and gutted
1/2 cup cornmeal
Salt and ground pepper, to taste
8 sprigs fresh thyme
1 lemon, sliced
6 slices bacon
Fresh parsley, for garnish
1. Preheat broiler and set oven rack 4 to 6 inches from heat. With a paper towel, pat trout dry inside and out. Dredge outside of each fish in cornmeal, then season cavity with salt and pepper. Place 4 sprigs of thyme and 2 lemon slices inside each fish.
2. Wrap 3 bacon slices around the middle of each fish, so that the edges overlap slightly. Line a roasting pan with aluminum foil, and place fish on pan. Broil until bacon is crisp, about 5 minutes. With a spatula, carefully flip fish over and cook another 5 minutes, until flesh is firm.
William Buckley once remarked that the country would be better off governed by the first two thousand names in the Boston phone book than by the faculty of Harvard University. Here’s a corollary: When it comes to foreign policy, the president of the United States would be better served to consult a few reasonably informed citizens from Muncie, Indiana, than to take seriously advice offered by seers such as Robert Kagan.
Andrew Bacevich has some good advice regarding the neocon warmongers and profiteers.
Ah, friendzoning. The idea that if a man puts enough kindness coins into a lady a la vending machine, she is eventually obliged to push out sex.
Also, from the same piece: Is there anything more indicative of a fedora-clad b******t bro than a guy who says he’s been “friendzoned?”
Thanks, MRAs. Not only are you whiny, entitled little piece of shit losers — you’ve also ruined a perfectly good hat forever.
From the bush to the savannah to the veldt, the Black Russian is a versatile predator. #dogsofinstagram (at Trinity Bellwoods Dog Bowl)
… the fundamental question isn’t whether on-street parking contributes some value to businesses. It’s whether that value is greater than the economic and social benefit that would come from improved transportation along major corridors. My bet? It doesn’t even come close
More facty evidency stuff calling the unearned privilege we extend to cars into question.
Am I sounding a little testy here? You bet. We all make mistakes. But we are talking about people in public life—writers, politicians, academics—who got the biggest strategic call in many decades completely wrong. Wrong as a matter of analysis, wrong as a matter of planning, wrong as a matter of execution, wrong in conceiving American interests in the broadest sense. None of these people did that intentionally, and many of them have honestly reflected and learned. But we now live with (and many, many people have died because of) the consequences of their gross misjudgments a dozen years ago. In the circumstances, they might have the decency to shut the hell up on this particular topic for a while. They helped create the disaster Iraqis and others are now dealing with. They have earned the right not to be listened to.
James Fallows goes after the geniuses who lied America into the Iraq disaster.
Source: The Atlantic
Ian Reifowitz rightly spanks Mr. McBobo — er, Very Serious Person and New York Times columnist David Brooks.
I sometimes wonder whether lobotomies are mandatory before you can be a pundit.