In this Pit thread, Azeotrope suggested turning troll threads into recipe threads. That particular thread has turned into an appetizer thread. Brilliant. Takes the sails right out of their wind, it does. I propose a new term: Azeotrope’s Law, which can be invoked every time one of our resident trolls decides it’s again time to stir up the shit pot in The Pit. A thread may become Azeotropic, or one may Azeotropize said thread.
Doesn’t apply to other fora, of course, as that would draw the Ire of the Mods. It sure beats exchanging insults.
Thanks for letting me steal your idea, Bill Door. I couldn’t remember who mentioned it, and I didn’t feel like searching through all the recent pit threads because they all sort of blur together now.
I remembered the same tactic being used semi-successfully in a thread about a former poster who really liked country music and blessing people so I figured it was worth a shot.
Since azeotrope is defined as “a constant boiling mixture” and stringing along a troll with recipes keeps a thread boiling along, should we refer to one of these as Door’s Azeotrope?
Something similar happens here that I always enjoy: a newly registered poster’s Post #1 is a rambling mess that I can’t make heads or tails of. A Doper or two comes in and manages to massage a grain or two of sense out of it, and others join in the found topic with intelligence and humor.
The O.P. is, of course, never again heard from.
Put a head of cabbage, some carrots an onion or two and whatever other crisp vegetables you have around in Hefty bag or canvas sack.
Put the bag in the door frame and open and close the door as hard as you can until you have beat the ever living shit out of everything in it.
Dump the contents in a bucket (cleaner is better in this case).
Flick some mayonnaise into the bucket using a garden trowel or whatever else you have handy and dump in some type of vinegar (2 or 3 shot glasses worth is about right).
Add a good amount of salt (not the fancy kind; snow melt salt works just fine as long as you pound it real good with a hammer first) and a shit-ton of pepper.
Stir it real good with a stick and set it outside for a while if there is snow on the ground or in your garage chest freezer if it seems hot outside and the flies are too bad.
Let it get as frigid as your mother on her 2 year anniversary.
(OK, he’s not that bad, but one time he took a head of cabbage over to the deli and asked them to cut it on the meat slicer for him, because he wanted to make halushki and was too lazy to shred the cabbage himself.)
