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    Holy catfish, batman!

    WO and I made a catfish dinner on Sunday night that is very much worth posting and spreading. We got it from a Better Homes and Gardens cookbook, which is, honestly, one of the coolest cookbooks ever. It’s a real cookbook that includes descriptions of pots and utensils and meat cuts and vegetables, which is necessary for folks like me that didn’t eat a lot of meat or use funky utensils as a child. Anyway, this catfish is amazing. Ingredients 1 lb fresh or frozen catfish filets 1 beaten egg 3 tablespoons Dijon mustard 1 tablespoon milk 1/4 teaspoon black pepper 1/4 cup flour 1 cup coarsely crushed pretzels 2…

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    A “drinking” game

    This really shouldn’t involve any alcohol. I prefer cranberry juice, although pink lemonade would work great, too. Line up several episodes of Star Trek: DS9. Ten or so. Get together a lot of one of the above juices and several friends. Take sips when: There’s an “ethnic moment”: like when Ensign Muñiz dies in “The Ship” and is all like, “Si, jefe. Si, papi!” Or when Worf says things like, “Honor! Honor… Klingon…Honor!” Sip for the duration of the “moment”. Small sips are best. Very small sips. Someone indignantly says, “Quark!” This does not include Bashir. (For reasons you’ll see later.) This does include the Grand Nagus (bwua-ha-ha). Someone is…

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    Strange duality

    When I was a kid, I was always plagued with questions about my hair. Conversations in elementary school tended to run something like this: Girl: Why do you always wear you hair in little pigtails? You should wear it down. Me: But my hair’s too thick. Girl: (scoff) My hair’s thick, too, and I wear it down. And look at Chelsea over there. She’s black and she wears her hair down. Me: But your hair’s thinner than mine and Chelsea’s hair is 3 inches long and looks like she stuck her finger in an electric socket. My daddy says straightening your hair like that [with a hot comb] isn’t healthy.…