If there’s one word I’d use to describe this blog, it’s “extreme”. True, our existing standards are already pretty low, but let’s make them extremely low. Hear our cry—Extreme Semantic Minimalism! We will smite the Shackles of Meaning with our mighty hammer of Posts-About-Something-Close-to-Nothing.*
Growing up in Virginia, casseroles were a common part of the culinary landscape. But the other day, Louise took a test-like-thing, and one of the questions was about casseroles. She didn't know what a casserole was, which is not surprising. She never eats them. These days, not that many people do. The Golden Age of the Casserole is undeniably over.
Should we be sad? (I think I might be. A little bit. A little bit.) Should there be a museum? With real casseroles? Preserved for eternity? What would you put in it?
Not nothing, but something close to it.