That... almost menudo is pretty good.

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I called my mom.  She had called yesterday, as had my brother.  But my phone was in the auto.  I had forgotten that in the vehicle when last I went to town.  I... do that from time to time.  At least the battery wasn't completely dead, having to fully recharge it before it would turn on.  A lot of junk programming in these phones these days.  Corporations are criminal... need to fix that, at least to a degree.

Anyway, I let her know about what I had cooked.  The liver?  No, that sounded, mostly, good.  I am certain she could teach me some things.  I know she could.  As to the menudo?  No, she... spotted problems right away.  No roux!  Right, that is part of it.  Even a thickener won't really replace that.  She would have used flour, and some fat, browned that then added the dried red peppers which had been rehydrated and pureed.  That... is the problem.

I can try almond or coconut flour, or carbquik... or some mix.  Perhaps with guar or the other gum, or another thickener.  I just... I'll have to look.  I'm trying to figure out how to cut carbs.  Hominy is harsh.  Onions aren't too bad.  But flour is way out, as actually should the hominy be.  I'll... figure some things out soon enough.  Still, it's a start.  And a relatively good one.  Essentially, however, I made a tripe and hominy soup, not a true menudo.  I'll keep working.

I did finish the last of the menudo I had out.  It was delicious.  It will only improve.  Thicker... more tripe... and a red roux.  I'll get it, soon enough.  It took a bit to get stock right, then get chicken stock made, and the rest.  I'm thinking I am back to cooking, and in some of the rightest ways.  Kidneys are next.  Oh, and variants of liver.

Someone suggested that... it wasn't a flirtation, the song.  But... they are wrong.  Or hateful about being caught out?  The rest of the songs which appeared where quite... flirtatious.  A dark themed song was sent.  Hey, no problem.  If you wish it, my door is always open.  Or I would open it.  Though if you can't get into my home, you aren't trying.  If you think you can, do it.

I truly honestly recommend, if you come, you come prepared.  Which means not alone.  I didn't take seven, this way.  I took seven all at once.  The only reason none were dead is because I wasn't ever at risk.  True, it has been 25 years since I nearly flattened a man with three dumbed down punches.  I was really trying not to hurt him.  Well, and he had punched me in the back of the head three times before I turned to face him.  Again, he wasn't dead because his greatest attack was... so... feeble.  *wink*

Your call.  Door is always open.  I... probably am easy to kill.  A bullet or three, maybe?  Right caliber, and placement, would be your friend.  And, for my part?  If my tasks here are done?  And God allows it?  Cool.  I... am enjoying my life here, even the pain.  But... death isn't something I fear, nor pain.  I will defend myself, if possible.  But, I'm not worried either way.  Personally?  I don't think you have a clue.  Nor do I believe you would have a chance.  Still, your call, little one.

You can't win, and I can't lose.  I... actually feel something like sorry for you, almost.  It must be terrible being so... weak.  I will pray for you, whatever your issue.  And I do pity you.  I would feel sorry for you fully, but you probably don't even deserve it.  Still, enjoy your little fantasy.  One, no matter the outcome, you simply lose should you have anything like the conviction of your fraudulent stance.  Though certainly since you do not.  Amen.

*wink*