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Decisions you must make on a Deserted Island

02/21/2019

Rufus Mangrove

If you were on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific, what would you bring:

Cheez-It Original -OR- Cheez-It White Cheddar

Dried Sliced Mango -OR- Dried Sliced Apples

Poland Spring Water -OR- Evian Spring Water

Ding Dongs -OR- Hostess Cupcakes

KFC Extra Crispy Chicken -OR- Popeye’s Original Chicken

Wendy’s Fries -OR- McDonald’s Fries

Dorito’s Nacho Cheese -OR- Dorito’s Ranch

Nestle Drumstick Icecream -OR- Choco Taco

M&M’s without peanuts -OR- M&M’s with peanuts

Corn Flakes -OR- Wheaties

German Shepherd -OR- Standard Poodle

Oatmeal -OR- Grits

Scrambled Eggs -OR- Sunny Side Up

Sprite -OR- Sierra Mist

IPA -OR- Port

Bourbon -OR- Rye

Rocking Chair -OR- Sofa

Pandora -OR- Spotify

Ipad -OR- Surface

Black Licorice -OR- Red Licorice

Futbol -OR- Football

Vape -OR- Old School

Scuba -OR- Snorkel

Hammock -OR- Therm-a-rest

Slippers -OR- Flipflops

Doughnuts -OR- Malasadas

Chinese Food -OR- Sushi

Grilled Cheese -OR- Mac n’ Cheese

Shower -OR- Bath

Regular Tooth Brush -OR- Sonicare Brush

Dr. Broner’s Soap -OR- Irish Spring

New York Times -OR- Washington Post

Netflix -OR- Amazon Prime

Walking Dead -OR- Breaking Bad

The Predator -OR- The Princess Bride

Matches -OR- Lighters

Spray -OR- Roll-on

Werewolves -OR- Vampires

Beer Bread

02/20/2019

Rufus Mangrove

The last time I made beer bread was more than fifteen years ago. I had fond memories of being able to make your bread at home quickly without a yeast packet. And all the home chefs making beer bread on YouTube seemed pretty happy with the taste.

Easy. Simple. Fast.

The concept of making beer bread came to me while I was out at Value Village with the family. A neighbor texted me the following:

Hey man — do you happen to have a cheap bland beer I can have for making bread? I’ll give you a loaf . . .

I don’t know if you’ve ever been to Value Village on a holiday. It’s a mess. There were like nine hundred people and there were clothes all over the place. I really had no interest in being at Value Village so naturally, my thoughts drifted. And bam, like magic, that’s when I get the text about the beer bread.

I’m thinking all I need is flour and beer and I’ll have bread in like an hour. That sounded good to me. I checked out a few recipes and I was almost right except for the baking powder

They don’t tell you in the recipe that the beer matters. Back when I used to make beer bread, I used only Corona. Where I used to live in Queens, it was either that or Budweiser. I’m starting to think now that my taste buds weren’t developed back then.

The beer I used a few days ago was the Costco Branded IPA Beer. I think for anyone who had the privilege of drinking this beer can attest to, it’s absolutely horrible. No matter how cold it actually is, it has a warm beer flavor.

I made one loaf and it tasted like Beer Flavored Bread. It was weird like wearing your shoes backward weird.

I made the second loaf thinking that perhaps the first one was a bad recipe.

Nope.

The Gum Blots of Georgia Avenue

02/15/2019

Rufus Mangrove

There were only a few of them at first. And then before you know it, there were close to a few hundred. They started eating the grass, then the vegetables, and then the pets. That’s when we had to move. Then I saw on facebook that they’re congregating near my neighborhood. I don’t want to move again but I’ve seen what they’re capable of.

The Fermi Paradox

02/14/2019

Rufus Mangrove

The Fermi Paradox is “the apparent contradiction between the lack of evidence and high probability estimates for the existence of extraterrestrial civilizations.” I don’t know if I buy this. I think the fact that we can imagine that there is life in space means that there is in fact life in space. In the end, I think the paradox comes down to this: at some point either we will take planes into space or something will come in planes from space. We just don’t know.

Somewhere over there

02/08/2019

Rufus Mangrove

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That’s where I want to go.

Sligo Creek

02/23/2018

Rufus Mangrove

Sligo Creek, MD

Donut or Doughnuts?

10/17/2017

Rufus Mangrove

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When I think of the spelling of those magical round fried dough like creations with a hole in the middle, I don’t think of “doughnuts.” Instead, I think of “donuts,” which according to Merriam Webster, is the “less common spelling” of the term.

While I understand that “doughnuts” may be the “more correct” spelling — because after all “doughnuts” are made of “dough” — I just have trouble accepting the fact that “doughnut” is the “more common spelling.”

For all the “doughnut” spelling purists, maybe I can be forgiven for not understanding the language. I was born in the late 1970’s, so the only “doughnut” shop I knew about growing up was ultimately Dunkin’ Donuts.

And then later, in New York, I remember places like Alpha Donut, D-Lite Donuts, and of course, the one and only, the creator of the topnotch triple threat Plain-Powder-Cinnamon Softee Donuts, Entenmann’s Donuts. There was also this place right off Queensboro Plaza subway station, and I am convinced their name had Donut in it.

This is far from any scientific study, but I’ve noticed that many of the nouveau places — you know, the kind where everything is handcrafted, artisanal, and most importantly, grossly overpriced — generally use the Doughnut spelling. See¬†Doughnut Plant.

I prefer “Donut” shops, as opposed to “Doughnut” shops. I don’t want the menu printed in handwritten colored chalk. I don’t want my coffee in a big ceramic mug with a foam heart on top. I don’t want 67 different varieties of donuts to choose from. I don’t want cozy sofas to sit on, or I Heart Radio playing in the background. I don’t want a place that accepts credit cards. I don’t want a cloth napkin served with my donuts.¬† And I definitely don’t want my donut served on a plate.

I EAT MY DONUTS IN A NONDESCRIPT BROWN PAPER BAG WHILE I’M WALKING AND USE MY SLEEVE AS A NAPKIN.

Keep your damn Doughnuts, you Doughnut People.

 

New Hampshire Avenue

10/13/2017

Rufus Mangrove

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There are electric eels in my bathtub.

 

Enter Your Draft Here

10/12/2017

Rufus Mangrove

I’m kind of glad I left New York City when I did. At least that’s what I tell myself.

When people ask me whether I miss New York City, I invariably say, “There’s less noise and fewer people.”

The metro is clean. I still don’t know how much a ride costs. I don’t have to walk everywhere I go if I don’t want to. I can get in my busted Prius with its faded magnets and bumper stickers and drive so I can buy some useless shit to put in my trunk.

No more pushing or pulling those busted wire carts down the sidewalk.

I still crave pizza and bagels. A good bagel shop is one that knows how to properly make pumpernickel.

They have this pizza called “New Haven Style.” I don’t know how to describe it really. It’s not thin, foldable, or oily. It’s not going to satisfy that part of the taste buds that are also reserved for fried chicken or donuts.

They put salad on the pizza.

No credibility.

There were always people in New York. There was always something, and you knew if you waited long enough, or traveled far enough, something was going to go down.

I can walk for an hour now and not really see anyone.

I think I’ve photographed the same tree about fifty times.

It could also be I’m just going old.

Bear with me as I figure some things out.

 

 

 

I write the songs

11/06/2016

Rufus Mangrove

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Maryland.