Green bean tempura/Photo by Donna Turner Ruhlman
When I was a boy, my father looked at me in the rearview mirror and asked why was I so quiet.
I said, "I have nothing to say."
Sometimes I have
something to say, and I get overheated. Right now, I have nothing to say. Unlike a daily newspaper that has to say something on schedule, has to lead with some story, I don't. I'm a strong believer in not speaking generally (there's too much noise as there is) but especially when I have nothing to say. (To be honest, I wouldn't even be typing this except that I can't stand Friday's picture of Rose's grenadine any longer.)
I suggest that whenever you have nothing to say, you fry something in oil, such as green beans dipped in ...
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