As promised, tonight’s Sunday Late Night is a soup recipe thread, to get Firepups through the winter and over any colds and flu that wander our way. I hope you’ll join in!

I thought we’d do something a little different this Sunday, to honor the soup specially cooked up for me — that seems to have knocked back my winter cold within a week! Which would be a record for me and any cold. That chicken-noodle aroma filled our entire apartment, so I soaked in it for about six hours before I actually got to eat it on Monday night.

My great uncle was one of the original chemists of Monsanto… the boss had no money for the payroll and he paid them in shares… my great aunt had to work in a sweatshop for two years so that they could eat…. they all ended up rich. In those days there was a rotating board of directors, so every so often my relative, like the other original chemists, was chairman of the board…only in America, eh what? He was a lovely old guy, when I was a little kid.

The marketing mavens at Coca-Cola must long for those halcyon days of yore when the simple act of drinking an ice-cold Coke occupied a spot in the Great American Pantheon—right next to mom, her apple pie and the Chevy in which you may have been conceived.

The Raw Food “movement” is a growing one, and there are lots of websites out there these days where you can find more information, other perspectives, and better recipes than I can come up with. But I know a lot of you out there are like I was, dissatisfied with your weight, depressed, feeling low energy, struggling with skin issues, needing to save money, wanting to make a more healthful change, etc. This practice will help you, I swear.

Well, just a second here. I’m all in favor of being open-minded and pursuing the truth no matter where it leads, but the type of gut-instinct opposition to GMO that Lynas now decries isn’t nearly the same thing as the fiercely defiant ignorance (usually appealing to tribal resentments) we see conservatives use to rationalize otherwise indefensible policies like rejecting action on climate change — an example that Lynas uses to defend his shift in views.

On December 21st, the Food and Drug Administration announced that the first genetically-engineered animal ever approaching approval for public consumption — a hybrid Chinook Salmon-Pouty — has been declared to have “no significant impact” on the environment. As of the 21st, the FDA’s tentative approval of this GMO salmon, called “Frankenfish” by its many detractors, entered a 60-day public comment period.

In Alaska, home of a high percentage of the world’s remaining wild salmon, and a state where fish farming has been banned since 1989, the state’s three national legislators quickly responded to the FDA decision.

This horrific bastardization of Southern BBQ (I almost can’t bring myself to ever have BBQ and McRib in the same thought) is back at McD’s again. This particular article is about 11 “amazing facts” about the boneless pork sandwich that Ronald McDonald rolls out around the country every so often for the cult of devotees of this rot.

Who knew Ole Saint Nicolas was a militant vegetarian?

You are 8 years old. It’s lunchtime at school. You grab your milk from the ‘lunch lady,’ pay your money, and sit down with your friends to eat. You open your Roy Rogers lunchbox or brown paper bag and pull out your sandwich and unwrap it. You look at your neighbor who is doing the same thing.