Timmah!

Any more sausage on there & it would be swimming in grease... to my taste, anyway. What may seem as a lot of onion is actually, probably the white of the thick-strand Mozzarella blending in with the onion. Probably next time I use onion, I will saute it firstly, so that the water from them doesn't make the end product as moist when finished.

Saves grease splattering everywhere. When I fry, especially meats, I start of with a very hot pan to get that initial sear on the meat, be it sausage, beef, or whatever; which causes considerable spitting & splattering. Can't stand the look of greasy film on chrome...& on the wall, & on the counter... If you're talking about the last picture... that'd be my cat lurking, as usual when I'm in the kitchen.

Victorinox chef's knife, these are the people that make Swiss Army Knives! Was stoked to discover this. It's razor sharp & well-balanced. A real joy to use.

So, you watched the whole thing?

I don't have to prove I'm not 'on' anything; they have to prove I was. Innocent until proven otherwise. Some ham-fisted, farcical attempt at a Nystagmus Test after suggesting & passing a breathalyzer, without having me do any balance, blood or other tests is on them, not me.

The Doordash platform sends out orders & the first dasher to accept the order goes to collect it; this would mean DoorDash was behind it.

Never heard of this game until seeing them play it. Was fun to watch.

Will come to light during the discovery process.

Obviously a man of great taste & fine discernment! (I'm not paying you for this comment)

In retrospect, I have a good idea who it was. Clean cut guy that was also waiting on a DoorDash order gave me some side-eye as I was talking it up with a few people as I was waiting. Almost looked liked a cop himself, hater for sure. Frequently boisterous, sometimes annoying; under the influence while piloting a ton of steel around the streets, never. Will find out when this goes to trial. And it will go to trial.

Believe it or not, try Walmart's Great Value Marinara Pasta Sauce or Traditional Pasta Sauce. When I have extra time, I make my own according to this recipe: https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/44975/easy-pizza-sauce-iii/

No, I didn't look like anything. The day before, I worked a 15-hour shift from 8 a.m. to 11 p.m. Got to sleep @ 2:30 a.m., after the day's caffeine wore off & I unwound. Awoke again @ 8 a.m. & had consumed 2 16-ounce coffees & a 16-ounce soda by 1 p.m. when this occurred. I volunteered & passed the breathalyzer so I could get going on the run I had. They knew they were in the wrong & I shall pursue this. There's no 'let this one slide' about any of this.

Happy New Year! fukker

Btw, had some leftover chicken wings & immersed them in my chili while I reheated it. Those wings were so fucking good, not to mention wings & chili are a new favorite combo!

Wait 'til ya see tha World's Best Lasagna vid. Get yer bib/napkin on standby.

Excerpt from article written by: By Judge Stan Billingsley (Ret.) At a session of the Kentucky District Judges Judicial College, a police officer demonstrated the technique to some 80 District Judges. Several judges volunteered to get plastered and several non-drinking judges where submitted for testing by the officer. A camera broadcasted the test on a large screen so all judges could see. The test was a awful failure. The officer would shout out" Theredid you see the eye jerk?" But no one in the audience agreed with him. The conclusion was that this is subjective witchcraft. Citation: https://lawreader.com/?p=13049

Check this crazy shit out: https://lawreader.com/?p=13049 I was facing traffic, with a steady breeze blowing in my face. And he had his finger approximately 6", not 12 - 15 from my face. He didn't use NHSTA protocol for the distance from my face, which alone disqualifies the test. He also didn't ask to draw any blood at the station, nor did he ask me to consent to a breathalyzer there. He knew he was full of shit, & his demeanor, body language, avoidance of eye contact while I talked to him & he responded, facial expression & muted tone & pitch of voice were dead giveaways in total. Shitty bastard knew he was doing me dirty, & I'm gonna firstly get a criminal lawyer and request a trial; then I'm sue these fucks. The other officer said he didn't detect nystagmus... very surprising of him to contradict his buddy. Nothing about this seemed right, & I'm going to be eager to pursue this to it's conclusion. Bitches. He also had me facing away from the dashcam - if it was even running - while he conducted this test.

Stimulus Deposit ***Beavis & Butthead Laugh*** (My posted also)

Lol, my booking photo:

Yes sir, gonna pursue my options on this bullshit.

It's public record, I've done nothing wrong, I'm not worried about who knows. Thanks for your genuine concern.

I'm picking up a Doordash order @ McDonald's...and as I'm about to leave with the order, in stroll these two officers. They ask if I'm Tim Rosenberry, to which I say 'yes'. They say they got a call of someone driving under the influence...on me, & would I mind stepping outside for a moment to talk about it. Outside, I suggest we cut to the chase & do a breath analysis. Blow clean, of course, as cigarettes, soda, & coffee is all the 'drugs' I'd consumed to that point. Pulled a 15-hour shift the day previous, didn't get to sleep until 2 in the a.m. & was back up that day by 8. It was 1 p.m. when this happened. I say 'Look, I gotta get going on this order or I'm gonna be late, do you need anything else?' He says 'Yes, do you mind doing a nystagmus test?' Sure, let's get this over with, I gotta go. So I'm facing into this chilly, steady breeze blowing while he moves his finger around, side to side no less than 8 times over the course of two minutes. My eyes towards the end are beginning to water, & I tell him 'Look dude, my eyes are watering & beginning to get tired, what's this all about?' 'Now watch my knuckle as I move it up & down.' Few times of that & he arrests me for Public Intoxication of a substance other than alcohol. Says my pupils are unnaturally constricted & that I'm 'manifestly under the influence' of something. Takes me downtown & books me. I ask him as I'm exiting the vehicle 20 minutes later in the booking bay if my pupils still look constricted, to which he responds no, looks like you're coming down off of whatever it was now. I'm pissed, but maintaining my equanimity. How fucking convenient. He says you should be booked & out on recognizance in about 4 hours. It was 5. I asked him if someone put him up to this. He said no, he really thought I was on something & this was for my & others' safety. I asked if he or is buddies were gonna snatch me up when I go back to McD's to get my car. He says no, you should be finished coming down off of whatever you're on by that time. How the fuck he gonna know that, not knowing what I may ostensibly be taking. Fucking unreal. He was actually apologetic on the drive down to the booking station, saying he hates to do that to someone, but it was for safety's sake. You're mistaken man, I'm not 'on' anything. To which he says that guilty people aren't going to admit they're on anything. To which I reply that neither are innocent people. These kind folks from NYC gave me a ride the 15 miles back to my car after I walked the 1/2 mile from the jail to a nearby Dollar General. Gotta think about what the universe is trying to tell me. Never had this kinda Twilight Zone shit happen to me before. Motherfuckers. Lol. Happy New Year. As an aside: they threw me in the drunk tank to wait for a callback from pretrial services. Was like 12 other people in there; smelled wonderfully of BO, stale socks & general dankness. I was wearing one of my fragrances & this one dude in the back was saying, humorously, "Somebody smells gooood", in a lascivious kinda way. To which others chuckled & expressed agreement. And then he says "No, I mean GOOOOODD!" And they start laughing like a bunch of knuckleheads. Few minutes later they come to let me on my way. See if that fucker shows up for the court date in a few weeks.

Thanks, it's interesting how, even though I stretched it almost thin enough to read a newspaper through, that it rose in the center as much as it did. The bread flour & extended proofing made a difference. The best way to approximate the forced-air impingement ovens that the retail establishments use, which blows hot air simultaneously from both the top & bottom is - for me - to turn the oven up as hot as it will go, throw a stone in there to release heat during the bake & stabilize the temp. Then, after about 4-5 minutes on the bottom rack, just before the top is done, I turn on the bottom broiler element so the bottom finishes along with the top.