Also: Beans and Pork

I picked up a new troll today. Someone get me the tweezers.

Sometimes, for up to 2 seconds, I feel bad about my policy of deleting repetitious, stupid, and/or rude comments. Then I remember what my site used to be like. Good Lord. It was teeming with parasites. People who could not write or even think, who felt entitled to steal my hard-earned audience and bore it stiff. It amazes me that there is an entire class of people who do nothing but skitter from blog to blog, venting on decent folks who showed up hoping for a good read and a little good-natured, intelligent conversation.

I think the smarter you are, the harder it is to stomach trolls. If you instantly see what's wrong with a person's dimwitted arguments, and you realize you will never be able to pound sense into his thick head, and you know that he's even too stupid to realize he's less intelligent than you are, you truly dread publishing his drivel. It's like having a spirited debate with a two-year-old who sincerely believes he can prove chocolate pudding is better for him than broccoli. Eventually, when you see weak comments, you say to yourself, "Oh, God. I've been here a thousand times already, and I know what's coming." So you delete them.

I would get rid of comments entirely, like Reynolds and Malkin, but there are so many people I like hearing from.

Maybe the best thing would be to have comment registration. But knowing how assholes love a challenge, I'm sure at least one moron would weasel his way in, post a few acceptable comments, and then spend a day filling my site with spew, just to show me how clever he is.

In other news, I just had a mighty fine serving of beans. I've managed to grow enough Kentucky Wonders for several messes. Until today, I only cooked them once they were dried, but I had a pile on the table, and I didn't feel like threading and hanging them, so I tossed them in my pressure cooker with six slices of bacon, some fresh garlic, and a little pepper. I gave them an hour and a half at 16 psi, but I should have quit at 1:15. Regardless, they were beyond delicious. You could drink the juice like hot chocolate. I only wish I had had a couple of ham hocks.

Oh, man. Green beans and ham hocks. Cooked down to their divine essence and served with corn bread, onions, and a big old glass of iced tea. I think I know what I'll be having for lunch soon.

I'm still not sure whether I was right to grow beans. I should buy some pole beans at the store, cook them, and see how they compare to the Kentucky Wonders. Yes... it is my DUTY to do that. As soon as possible. It's not gluttony. It's science.

If only I could find a decent tomato to cut in sections and have on the side.

The Kentucky Wonders have a red-brown seed, and they seem to taste acidic. Which is exactly what you want in a green bean.

Mike will be in town shortly. I'll bet I could persuade him to eat some Caucasian soul food. His mom's mom was a Southerner.