Welcome to Two-Cents Simone. Short, sweet, and once a week.
Yo, the typos are out of hand. There’s at least one in every newsletter. On purpose? Are you kidding me? Never.
Each time you call me out, I wither. Such shame. Shame kills people, typos don’t. Still, it’s unprofessional. I’ll do better.
I struggled with last week’s letter. I switched platforms for Issue 04, only to revert to the original, which is where this letter is sent from. I’m more comfortable here.
Did someone say comfortable? I’m a single woman with two cats and no “job”. It’s a bad combination that feels SO good.
I love kats!
Two Cents to help and recommend to you 🪙
Little, red, different—dried barberries. These flavor boosters are a staple in my house. Put them in salads, rice dishes, and your Thanksgiving cuisine. This rice recipe is yum!
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Are you having a bad day? Make someone else’s. Pay three people a genuine compliment. If this doesn’t raise your mood, you’re helpless. Here’s another: If you’re running late, let that car go in front of you. Patience is hard, but rushing is harder.
(Question: Does it bother you that this section has more than two bullets, given its name is Two-Cents? Yes! No! Send me a vote. TY.)
Tech Cents our digital future in baby steps 🌐
Today’s lesson: The Metaverse.
Facebook is not the Metaverse. Facebook changed its name to Meta to be a leader in the future of the internet. The metaverse is part of that future.
Meta = beyond. Verse = universe. The Metaverse will be an extension of our current existence—a mix of real-life and digital-life. Think gaming, Zoom, Twitter, Facebook, etc., on ‘roids.
Are you feeling the tiniest bit smarter? I am.
Show and Tell gives you a peek into my week 📸
Romeo is sinewy and orange. Roo is fat and grey. I’m somewhere in the middle.
I Say is from an essay I’ve written.
Fork poised, mid chew, I hear, “Oh my god, what the fuck is in this!?” And so our conversation begins.
The answer to your question is everything and anything. A marriage between what’s in season, what I’ve found in my kitchen, and a kaleidoscope of ingredients that my imagination conjures.
There is no prescription because Simone Salads are the antithesis of prescriptive.
Read the full essay, A Circus in Your Mouth.
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If you see a typo, I want to know. But first, forgive me.
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You’re a cool cat.