Houston is beastly hot and humid in the winter. In the summer folks commit suicide in Houston for being desperate to bask in the more pleasant climes of Hell. You are correct about being able to get a world-class steak brilliantly prepare – they are civilized though suffering.
I have been to Houston many times and I have to concur that it is an oppressively hot place most of the year. Spring seems to start in February here. The 75 F air is full of the scent of spring- terpenes and the earthy scent of soil. The grass and shrubberies are green and the breeze is fair. Soon, though, the steamy heat will arrive.
I was greated to Houston with food poisoning last night. That damned Cajun place. It came on suddenly like a dark visitor in the night who plants a screwdriver in your head. I prepared to recite a lengthy monologue from the epic poem Ralph Huey, but was blessedly spared that performance. The life of a gastronaut can be hazardous.
U/Victoria, British Columbia, Canada; the Commons campus cafeteria: Cajun stir-fry tofu. It’s not food, it’s chemical waste. The U/Manitoba campus servery has the best potato salad outside Brooklyn, NY, all the portions are huge, and bulk meal purchase gets you free eats. Manitoba started out as the foetid muddy bottom of Lake Agassiz and there it pretty much remains, with 43 species of mosquitoes. The forest intertwining UVic is large and lovely, and psilocybe mushrooms sprout in the fall, no mosquitoes. Give some, get some.
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Houston is beastly hot and humid in the winter. In the summer folks commit suicide in Houston for being desperate to bask in the more pleasant climes of Hell. You are correct about being able to get a world-class steak brilliantly prepare – they are civilized though suffering.
I have been to Houston many times and I have to concur that it is an oppressively hot place most of the year. Spring seems to start in February here. The 75 F air is full of the scent of spring- terpenes and the earthy scent of soil. The grass and shrubberies are green and the breeze is fair. Soon, though, the steamy heat will arrive.
I was greated to Houston with food poisoning last night. That damned Cajun place. It came on suddenly like a dark visitor in the night who plants a screwdriver in your head. I prepared to recite a lengthy monologue from the epic poem Ralph Huey, but was blessedly spared that performance. The life of a gastronaut can be hazardous.
U/Victoria, British Columbia, Canada; the Commons campus cafeteria: Cajun stir-fry tofu. It’s not food, it’s chemical waste. The U/Manitoba campus servery has the best potato salad outside Brooklyn, NY, all the portions are huge, and bulk meal purchase gets you free eats. Manitoba started out as the foetid muddy bottom of Lake Agassiz and there it pretty much remains, with 43 species of mosquitoes. The forest intertwining UVic is large and lovely, and psilocybe mushrooms sprout in the fall, no mosquitoes. Give some, get some.
Cajun stir-fry tofu. Hmmm. It would take psilocybe to make that palatable.