Thoughts on the interregnum

I keep seeing this meme,

"He won. Get over it.

It bothers me, and last week, seeing a listserve flaming match full of it, it began (in the shower, where, as has been said before, I tend to mull matters of weighty thought) to dawn on me why.

It's bullshit. I mean we all know it's bullshit. It's a rhetorical way of someone saying, "shut up," without resorting to that much open aggression.

It's discountive. As if the mere fact of my guy losing invalidates what I have to say on the issues.

Which is bullshit. We have elections, not annointings. Being declared the winner doesn't give said winner a free ride (and most certainly it doesn't when the margin of the victory was so small as it was in the most recent presidential election). If I had doubts and reservations about a candidate before the election, they don't magically fade away when the tally gets totted up.

What really irks me is I know the people doing this, and they are not being honest, because they were shrill, to the point of incoherence; with non-sensical ramblings (I still hear about the "murders" the Clintons managed to commit/have committed), when they were on the losing side.

But now... heck, their guy won and we need to, get over it.

Bullshit. If he can be "the kind of guy who stands up for what he knows is right, even when the rest of the world disagrees," so can I. More to the point, I will.

If I have to be a preacher in the wilderness, so be it. If it means I get treated to scorn and ridicule (beyond my portion) so be it. If it means some people stop reading me, then regrettably; because I hope to persuade those outside the choir, so be it.

I am not going to trim my sails to public opinion. I shan't bow my head to men, nor bend my knee. I do not have a king; my natural superior, I have a president, who is, at best, primus inter pares and I am one of that parity.

If those who take issue with what I have to say don't like it, well I have three words for them.

"Get over it"

First the politics

Now the food porn (which seems to be the other half of what I'm posting lately).

Today, I am making quiche.

One of which I won't be able to eat, because applying heat to spinach is, to me, physically repulsive.

For each nine inch pie crust, five eggs and one cup half-and-half, or mixture of cream and whole milk.

For each of the them I used a bit of grated jack, with morels and leeks (bought at Trader Joe's)and some bacon.

For the one, chopped spinach, and broccoli florets.

For the other, bermuda onions, caremelised, and tossed with white truffle oil (I like truffle oil, and Trader Joe's has some very nice stuff, both black and white. As a store, I have never gotten less than value for money spent, and this is well worth the $5 a bottle), with a little of the fat from the bacon I started cooking a couple of Pink Lady apples. One went in whole, and I added the other as it was chopped.

I then chopped a Cameo (the local Albertson's has a nice selection of apples) and added it. When the last quarter went in, I put a top on the pan and killed the heat, letting the pan's heat finish them off. They ranged from pleasantly muchy to just below crisp.

For that one I added white pepper and a teaspoon of cumin to the custard.

Layer the ingredients in the pans, and fill with the custard mix.

400F for 40 minutes, then start testing with a knife. When it comes out clean, the custard is done. Remove from heat and let rest for 10-15 minutes and serve.

White wine, lager, or coffee for beverage, crusty white bread as a side. Chopped red leaf salad.