Comments by "Stephen Villano" (@spvillano) on "Parkrose Permaculture" channel.

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  4. OK, I've been shopping for food pretty much since food was invented. At least, it feels that way in the morning. $300? Let's see, prepared foods, pre-baked rolls and breads, those expensive small package pre-prepared containers of what looked like yogurt and a ridiculous number of salad dressings. I push a folding cart with twice that mass in quality foods home monthly, albeit I do bake my own bread and mix my own dressings. I get my veggies frozen to save some $$$, just as nutritious as fresh and my nutrient levels have been tested to determine if I needed supplementation when my Crohn's was diagnosed. Only nutrients I was low on was magnesium and salt. Despite having significant erosion of the colon where many nutrients are absorbed. And as a hint, my folding cart has ball bearing wheels that I've now replaced after a year, so my loads aren't light with $292 in food expenses via food stamps. So, I suggest a home economics class for the poor dear, she's got zero clue. Interestingly, the breads flour, the broccoli and other cold loving greens are imported from Canada. Leafy greens, fruits (including tomatoes) tend to be imported from Mexico, most of our foods grown in the US are export only. The breads themselves, a major cost right there, not a one being under $3.00 for the quantity shown - for each bread bag/package. I have rye flour, make my own, lasts longer than the crap at the stupidmarket too. Swap some of the water for oil, it stabilizes the bread and lowers the moisture content, while mouth feeling moist, but the lower moisture inhibits mold growth. Raw milk, so wasting money to travel to get raw milk and risk getting everyone sick, brilliant! Here's a hint, we've been pasteurizing milk for a century and a half, we're not extinct, we also have a lot more kids surviving to adulthood than before that came to pass. Still, might have some raw milk - if the cow that produced that milk is witnessing me try it. After an hour, I'd toss it. Before that, I'd pasteurize it. Waking up dead really wreaks havoc on my weekend plans and I've got plans to go bull tipping this weekend. As for crunchy mom, thanks, but no thanks. Medically, I'm highly conservative by nature, the minimum intervention for the maximum benefit being my mantra. That said, without modern medicine, I'd have my weekend plans wrecked forever. Got an abdominal aorta bigger than your fist, a blow mitral valve from COVID, osteoarthritis from over 28 years in the Army, Crohn's disease because my immune system's a traitor, autoimmune damage to my thyroid and all of the crunchy bullshit in the universe would make all of those fatally worse. The aorta part due to the thyroid raising my blood pressure to unsurvivable levels and requiring two BP meds and a thyroid blocker to keep my BP and pulse at a survivable level. The mitral damage is low, as without it, well our youngest had long COVID from the first wave, took her two years and change to recover reasonably. So, screw RFK Jr and his brain rotting worms. Ha! Am watching the video as I comment and called that one in advance. Yeah, I know the type. Then, thrilled about Trump, yet griping about inflation that he caused. I was an SF medic, I've no sympathy for anyone who shoots their own goddamned foot. Here's a hint, should the griper actually read this: I've met the man personally, he's profoundly ignorant, the boor of every party, obnoxious, full of himself to the point where all conversations must praise him and clueless about everything - as evidenced by his tremendous business losses and incessant bankruptcies. He'd not know a bag of groceries from a gross of sandstone. I mean, the fucking guy thinks that apples are sold in the stupidmarket in the refrigerated section, for crying out loud! He's a con man, he lied, you got conned, get over it and get with the program. While you're trying to figure that out, if you want tips on healthy and sustainable feeding of your family, ask away. While I might be inclined to let you hang, I never could stand the thought of kids going hungry and going without. On $292 in food stamps, I eat like a veritable king and am generous with needy neighbors, who I allow to "shop" on my pantry shelves and tightly packed freezer. I do buy about a gallon per week of 1% milk, that percentage, as the higher fat gives me indigestion, eggs typically last a month for a dozen. Well, unless I'm baking, then all bets are off. I get canola oil in 2.5 gallon jugs and refill the smaller containers, it's cheaper that way, olive oil is in the large tin and smaller containers refilled from that. Evangelicals, well they swiftly learn that I know the bible better than most of their ministers. I also am quite conversant with several other faiths religious texts. I'm the maniac that will happily converse with knocking Jehovah Witnesses and they end up converting to something mainstream and far less overcontrolling and wrong per the scriptures.
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  16. Your apology is accepted, backhanded and knuckles and all. They'll heal in around six weeks of immobilization, just don't coat hanger under the cast. One problem I've noticed amongst my peers and well, elders back during the ice age is fear. People grow fearful with age and hence seek authoritarianism. The worse were the peacenicks of my youth, those flowers soured with age. I'm also an odd bird, still a Boomer, not quite blooming if one is outside of the bathroom, but am an IT guru and IT security nazi from hell and oh, old SF type with a couple of damnable wars under my belt that I'm happy enough with to keep them away from others. And well, not joking all that much about a cast, my head is legendary for its robustness, as were Mom still alive, could attest to. Commanders spoke of my not requiring a Kevlar helmet for two reasons, one being legendary for retaining consciousness when all others were unconscious and my legendary stubbornness that withstood strict scrutiny. I am a walking, talking war and wars start and end in the mind. And one cannot defeat that which does not exist. I'll just get my coat... ;) Yeah, I pick on everyone, even myself and well, that's easy, low hanging fruit and all. Now, please excuse me, gotta go remind some big balls that a dick hangs above and has to urinate... We'll start with a nice, fine IT audit, both for access and data integrity. That'll tie the kid up until Social Security kicks in for Mr Pistachio. I really do love scaring INCEL types straight.
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  17. Was married for over 41 years, my wife chose to largely be what's now the fad of tradwife, with modifications for our mutual happiness and choices. She did "own" the checkbook, largely due to the fact that she was better at it than me, since I do have dyscalculia and my balancing the thing looked like the dog balanced it. I usually did the shopping, as her disability grew more severe, previously we both did the shopping together. We also took turns cooking, even when I came home from work, if it was my turn or she wasn't feeling well, it was my turn cooking. The flip side was, whoever didn't cook got to do the dishes and we had a dishwasher anyway. Had to fix the damned thing a few times, but it worked well. When I was injured and before she became disabled, she would work to bring in enough to keep the household afloat. When the kids didn't need continuous supervision, she worked to bring in some extra scratch and keep busy. She was lousy with the sewing machine, always fouled up the spring tension, so that became my baby. And the vegetable garden was mine as well. I was also the preferred babysitter for the grandkids, as I was the only one that could keep the two eldest colic ridden babies happy and comfortable. Lost her coming up on 3 years ago, still keep turning to talk to her... And I do miss her keeping me in the right hat size. ;) Of course, I'm a perfect 10 - unfortunately, that's on the Richter scale. That said, this specific specimen is a typical INCEL, little boy looking for a mama he can screw when he wants only, coast the rest of the time, rather than having a partner in life. He'll continue this way, given the amount of pigment loss in his beard and die alone. And looking around, I realized that I'm down to one quart of pasta sauce. Considered making more, but am moving on Saturday, so that'll wait to christen the kitchen in the new apartment by making 4 gallons of sauce and pressure canning quarts to fill the case back up. Because a man who can't function in life by himself without griping isn't much of a man.
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