After consuming a derby pie over course of the past week, I was in the mood for traditional southern food, so I bought parts for southern style kale (which falls way past the “Vegtables cooked in pork count as pork” line) and biscuits. I got around to cooking it for dinner earlier, and it was terribly satisfying in its own salty, strangely textured way. Not a style of food I cook, or even eat often, and, unusually for traditional southern food, not terribly likely to kill you in short order.
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.— Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear from Frank Herbert’s Dune
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