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Rosemary chips actually sound pretty good, never seen that in the US.
Just a rock-licker who loves all things sci-fi, boardgames, and growing my own food, especially heirloom tomatoes.
Rosemary chips actually sound pretty good, never seen that in the US.
I’ll confess I do this with some regularity. If I unwrap a piece of cheese and see it’s moldy, well I’m not tossing a nice hunk of aged gouda in the trash! I’ll slice the mold off, then do a sniff and nibble test. If it still tastes moldy, keep slicing until it doesn’t.
I’ve done this since I was a kid, so who knows if it’s actually safe, or if I’ve just spent decades rolling the dice and getting lucky.
Greg Alder’s Yard Posts is a guy who posts every Friday about growing food in southern California. His climate is pretty similar to mine and his advice was a huge help when I was figuring out the timing for growing a garden. He’s also super knowledgeable when it comes to growing avocados, if that’s your thing.
I’m a geologist, but not the fun kind that gets to look at actual rocks.
I do environmental and some geotechnical work, which pretty much boils down to “Is the dirt poisoned?” and “How hard do I have to squish the dirt to make the future building not fall down?” There’s few things to get excited about, but it’s steady work and pays the bills.
I’ve come to learn your brain is really good at subconscious processing of things that don’t quite make it to conscious awareness. Some part of your brain saw the cop and the deer and was trying to alert the rest of you.
I had that happen once when I was out hiking alone doing geology research. I reached this area of the woods and was suddenly overwhelmed by this feeling of TIME TO LEAVE. I tried arguing with myself that there was still enough daylight to check out an outcrop I could see in the distance, but the feeling got so powerful, I finally gave in and called it quits for the day.
I realized while walking out, that with all the little noises of the quail and other animals I’d been hearing all day, that spot in the woods had been silent. The next time I visited the area (and not alone this time), I found a cave right behind where I’d been standing, with fresh mountain lion tracks. Who knows, some part of me might have seen a mountain lion in that cave and was doing everything it could to tell me to get the fuck away!
Hah, the number on my bank account sometimes feels like it’s just pixels.
But most valuable to me would be old irc chatlogs with people who’ve passed. It’s been years since I’ve felt the need to pull them out and read them, but I’m happy to know they’re there.
I curate the communities I follow to only be nice, hobby-related things, so when I’ve had enough of the all feed, there’s plenty to see without the horror stories.
Trypophobia, something about those kinds of holes… *shudder*
Maybe some non food gift, like a bouquet of flowers? Or a gift card to a local movie theater or other non food activity?
Not to make light of things, but the first thought that came to my head for counteracting bad tasting medicine is a spoonful of sugar.
Here’s to getting all those achievable goals!
On the pill front, is it possible to crush them and mix with something more easily swallowable?
Maybe swimming for exercise? Not in a gator-pond, but are there local community pools nearby?
As someone trying to diet, 100% the calorie deficit 😖
Varies depending on the site, sometimes it’s gasoline, or solvents, or heavy metals or PFAS. As for how it happens, accidental or deliberate releases. I’ve found military documents from the 50s that say the official place to dispose of used motor oil was a pit they’d dug in the ground.
It’s pretty depressing, but the fact that soil and groundwater are almost certainly contaminated anywhere that humans have touched. I’ve seen all kinds of places from gas stations, to dry cleaners, to mines, to fire stations, to military bases, to schools, to hydroelectric plants, the list could go on, and every last one of them had poison in the ground.
Maybe go find some comments recommending Lemmy and gild them?
You’re right, they’re just making a joke, as till also refers to how farmers prepare soil for planting crops.