Yeah, so WTF IS Monkey Bread anyways?! Just another abomination from those great Reagan years? An homage to his leading chimp. Something Nancy came up with to keep the senile old coot happy? I guess we'll never know!
Maybe ask that ne'er-do-well, do-nothing daughter of his, by one of his fake wives. (Maybe the one who divorced him for reasons she agreed not to disclose. Surely not the one Ronny called "Mommy.") Somehow "Patty" turned into a flack, typing for once-respectable newspapers, insincerely defending the memory of the proudly ignorant daddy she rightly hated for so long.
It’s missing some old timey traditions: having servants do all of the work, hanging tinsel, snitching on your coworkers as communists and ruining lives, even though you’re only marginally an actress to begin with.
I seem to remember this recipe having more Percocet and crying, but maybe I'm sentimental that way. Nancy, though, is a nice reminder that happiness, for the rich, is just the thin veneer over a deep well of misery. It helps in that when rich assholes die, I feel more relief than joy.
Thank you, hic!
Nothing the Rayguns did ever came to any good. I'll never forgive that sonofabitch or the spouse.
Ugh. Pass.
Fucking Reagans.
Every Thanksgiving I read this, laugh well, and always wonder, "What happened to the second Percocet?"
I think she had adequate tolerance to double down.
Sorry -- the thought of that vile human being renders this food "of hers" inedible.
I go Eeep eeep eeep for Nancy's monkeybread!
Yeah, so WTF IS Monkey Bread anyways?! Just another abomination from those great Reagan years? An homage to his leading chimp. Something Nancy came up with to keep the senile old coot happy? I guess we'll never know!
Maybe ask that ne'er-do-well, do-nothing daughter of his, by one of his fake wives. (Maybe the one who divorced him for reasons she agreed not to disclose. Surely not the one Ronny called "Mommy.") Somehow "Patty" turned into a flack, typing for once-respectable newspapers, insincerely defending the memory of the proudly ignorant daddy she rightly hated for so long.
Sorry, but you immediately lost me at "Nancy Reagan". Nope.
Nancy Reagan? (may her name be erased)
Just something I found interesting - because I always liked ZaSu Pitts in the movies.
https://folklife.si.edu/magazine/foodways-holiday-monkey-bread-hungary-hollywood
Monkey Brane Klezmer Time!
The Crew looking like they are going to mayhem. They mayhemed while I dreamed about being a grunt in combat against N. Koreans before I woke up.
https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fmedia_upload%2Fcomment%2F0c6f6b9e-73f9-472e-b70f-e905b26b3a89%2Fa7ddcff9-d9fc-4a29-a625-675e0c02c5fa.jpeg
Bear says I'd eat that. Because apparently Bear is preparing for hibernation and is eating all the things. I believe it's a sign of a cold winter like the colors on a woolly worm(or bear). https://substack.com/@ziggywiggy/note/c-79083291?utm_source=notes-share-action&r=2knfuc
"Drink third whisky sour, fall asleep on floor."
And remember, you washed down that Percocet with your first whiskey sour.
Oh, you don't remember?
One person's "fall asleep" is another person's "pass out."
Good health to ye!
Never forget "Paul's Law".
It's impossible to fall off the floor.
Three whiskey sours to pass out? Ah, I remember when I was 12.
Yeah what an amateur! Three whiskey sours and 2 Percocets would have me painting the house! No sleeping for me.
It’s missing some old timey traditions: having servants do all of the work, hanging tinsel, snitching on your coworkers as communists and ruining lives, even though you’re only marginally an actress to begin with.
I seem to remember this recipe having more Percocet and crying, but maybe I'm sentimental that way. Nancy, though, is a nice reminder that happiness, for the rich, is just the thin veneer over a deep well of misery. It helps in that when rich assholes die, I feel more relief than joy.
What do you buy a man who has everything?
a bullet.
"You will be remembered not for what you did, but for what you were" always applies.
I'm sorry...I first read 'monkey brains', not 'monkey bread'.
Carry on.
&"Just say NO", to whatever.
Gobble, gobble.