Also: bacon, chives, green onions, parsley, other herbs. If you have a decent pair of kitchen shears, you can even break down a whole chicken in no time. Kitchen shears are my preferred method of spatchcocking a chicken for roasting.
Wolf314159
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What is the irony?
This just sounds like platonic masturbation.
EDIT: I started this thread tongue and cheek, but also genuine, but based on the OP's comment replies here I'm fairly convinced that they are either: a) talking to chatGPT so much that they've lost the ability to hold a coherent conversation, or b) just using a LLM to respond everywhere in the comments. They've consistently failed to address tone and context in every comment. It reads like they don't actually understand any of the things people here are saying, just stringing together some words and syntax that sounds like language, but totally lacks any actual meaning or understanding.
That works too, and everything I said above still applies.
I don't know what you're talking about man. My favorite sexy photos are ones where it's obvious the lady FEELS sexy. If it takes some sexy lingerie and moody lighting, then so be it. If it looks like she's enjoying the pose, then I'm into it. I can see boobs anywhere. I want to see her joy, her pleasure. That's hot. Oddly not the ones where the girl "knows" she's hot, those are different somehow. Don't ask me to elaborate. Raw naughty un-dressed up sexy bits are fun too, if she looks like she's having fun. I just don't need her joy to be directly related to me in order to value it. I don't care if she took it for me. She shared it with me, that's enough.
You don't have to be gay to uplift and compliment the other men you interact with. That's just a side effect of toxic masculinity. Men can compliment each other, uplift each other, and say "Hey man, you're looking good today. You make that shirt look good!" without being gay. Not that I disagree with anything you said, just you're comment got me thinking about the weird effects of the patriarchy on men supporting other men.
Is that premise even true? This feels like begging the question.
You should read Misery.
Christopher Columbus (Squirrels & Onions remix) doesn't technically have lyrics, but I always sing the title words along with the beat, at least in my head. Kinda of like how a lot of EDM just turns into Boots and Cats in my head.
I just cook them in butter, which contains a bunch of water, and skip the oil. Although, I'm sure a little braising or sweating and oil would work better for some dishes.