I need a good recipe for tomato basil soup, though, because one of these days the tomato supply will engulf us if I don't do a really tomato-intensive recipe. Our Romas are huge. They're nearly the size of my hand (and still that funny elongated shape). I thought they were some exotic variety
I discuss Minnesota-speak with various people, and the conversation has circled back around to "not okay" again. This seems to be a point of contention or at least curiosity with the rest of you. Look: some things are just not okay. No matter what you do to them, they will not become okay. Because they're just not. Not even sort of okay. Certainly not as good as "could be worse." We're Minnesotans; we don't find it necessary to declare which circle of hell the item, behavior, or person will be consigned to. Once something is not okay, it's, well, not. Okay, I mean.
I don't really see what more condemnation is needed. If I did something and
On the other hand, "pretty okay," well, that's really something. If I make you dinner and you declare it "pretty okay," you will probably get that meal again sometime. "Pretty okay" is much better than "okay." Okay? Okay.