They are two:

Kimchi grilled cheese, like the video “late night kimchi grilled cheese”. Strain some kimchi, save the liquid. Chop the solid and fry it in butter. Assemble the sandwich with the kimchi between cheese, cheese between bread. Mayonnaise the outside of the sandwich. More butter in pan, and add the liquid from the kimchi. Fry the sandwich in this kimchi butter. So it’s got kimchi fried in butter on the inside, and is itself fried in kimchi butter.

Close second place roast beef and sharp cheddar with sliced sweet onion, on good rye sourdough, with horseradish and mayonnaise. Yum yum yum.

You just do you. I think when people say “bad” they generally mean preachy. That is not most vegans. Just live your life, eat what you want, bring good food to potlucks so that you know you’ll have something.

I will add that mentioning it is not preachy, if you get an overreaction it’s not you. I am omnivorous and would want someone to tell me before a party or outing so that I don’t accidentally invite them to a steakhouse or BBQ joint. I often make vegan food for potlucks just because it’s sort of a baseline, most everyone can eat it.

I loved it but I read fast. William Gibson books, in general, do start off sort of disjointed then begin to turn into a story, so I’d say read this one through but if you don’t like it you probably don’t like his writing style. Also, I read it when it was new so it was quite novel at that time, sure it is a different experience at this point in time.

That’s fine, I just want someone experienced to dose it like that. It was soft and pleasant. Really my first thought when I got home was that would be such a wonderful way to die. Not surprised or in pain, there’s enough of that in life, at the end you shouldn’t be worrying.

Once I had to get a surgery, and in recovery was waking up, nurse thought it too soon and said “let’s just dial this up” and put me back to sleep with a dose of whatever opiate was in the IV and that is absolutely the only way I’d want to do that. So gentle.

If I were a wealthy woman I would retire and travel the world in style, with whoever wanted to come along. Wouldn’t even need a house.

If we were just well off (like making twice the income we do now) I’d be out of debt, and fixing up the house to be beautiful, and still traveling but only when I had PTO.

If I had a rich man, like if husband was making 4x his s income, I’d work 5 more years but put all the money away into savings, then retire and fix up the house, work in the garden, enjoy life and hopefully travel on his time off.