Friday, January 5, 2018
Right-Wingers and Brussels Sprouts
I've been getting the craziest spam e-mails lately, on behalf of right-wing causes. Anti-abortion, anti-gun control, you name it -- they've all been hitting my inbox. They seem to come from an outfit in Colorado. How I wound up on this mailing list is a mystery to me, but I noticed the e-mails began shortly after I visited the "crazy news" WND web site one day. (I look at crazy right-wing web sites now and then just to see what falsehoods and conspiracies are being reported.) I didn't give my e-mail address to WND but I wonder if they could harvest it somehow, using cookies on my computer? Or maybe even that is a conspiracy theory. Maybe a "friend" signed me up to be funny. Anyway, I've been unsubscribing from the e-mails -- talk about barking up the wrong tree!
Speaking of right-wingers, isn't it delicious to see Trump and Bannon sparring with each other? It's like a playground skirmish between two half-wit bullies. This administration will destroy itself -- it's only a matter of time. Whether they take us along is an open question.
Some of you mentioned yesterday, in response to my musings about the origins of Brussels sprouts, that they are descended from the same ancestral plants as broccoli and some other leafy greens. I looked it up to get some clarification and you're absolutely right. In fact, Brussels sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, cabbages, collards, kale and kohlrabi are all cultivars of a single species, Brassica oleracea, or wild cabbage. In the same way that a single canine species has been cross-bred to become everything from pugs to greyhounds to Staffordshire terriers, Brassica oleracea has been hybridized into all those familiar vegetables.
Which is pretty darn amazing.
See how much you can learn from blogging?
Here's a photo of our damage from Storm Eleanor the other night. That heavy iron mantelpiece had been leaning against the wooden fence for years, but the fence moved so much in Eleanor's high winds that the mantel (and all our plants atop it) crashed to the ground. I lifted it back up -- I bet that thing weighs 125 pounds -- but I haven't cleaned up the rest yet. I'll get another pot on the way home today. Maybe we can save a few of those skylovers. (The nasturtiums were done anyway.)
Now Eleanor has moved on to continental Europe, where she is apparently wreaking havoc. And I know everyone in the eastern United States is having a crazy "weather bomb" experience. But there's no global warming, y'all -- my e-mail tells me so.
(Top photo: Between Brick Lane and the Tower of London, last Sunday morning.)