I use coconut oil too! It’s also really cheap, which is the primary benefit for me.
I use coconut oil too! It’s also really cheap, which is the primary benefit for me.
Exactly. I’m a poor human, I can think of maybe once a manager has called me and asked, “hey, want to pick up a shift today?” and I’ve turned them down. Usually I have to say something like, “give me an hour” because I live 30 minutes from work, but offering people shifts is way more respectful than “hey, set aside a…
Wait really? My dad is a mechanic and he gets compensated for his on-call time.
I work at an URBN-owned store and another small mom and pop (actually just the mom) owned business that pays me about $4 more and gives me a steady, non hypothetical schedule. On Saturday I have an on-call that lasts the entire day, as in, I call in at 7 to find out if I work an 8 hour shift. My boss at the other…
I know who they are too. I love them a lot actually.
How do you forget the name Princess Sofia??? It’s like the princessiest possible name.
The story could focus on the frustrated supernatural antagonist doing really stupid shit like throwing logs on the path to try and get them to detour and setting all the clocks back so they think they have more time and get caught out after dark. Maybe he’s trying to get his Big Bad license and keeps failing. Idk, I…
This week I threw a 50s themed party so everyone was stepping outside their comfort-zone with recipes. I made Snakes In a Blanket, which is Asparagus and Gouda wrapped in Prosciutto, Mini Chicken Pot Pies, and this weird celery cream cheese pimento concoction. Fortunately everything except the pies turned out okay and…
Okay but I need a “white” option with dinner, if that makes sense. Do you have bread rolls or something? Rice? I am not one of those people who is like, protein! Greens! And done! If I don’t have something carby with dinner I’m an unhappy camper. Asparagus instead of potatoes is not an even substitution.
I’m going as Morticia Addams, but to everyone who asks I’m saying (very seriously) I’m Sexy Pizza Rat.
Exactly. This is just going to validate them, and now Planned Parenthood will be donating fetal tissue at a loss.
I got stoked (and also confused) when I read your comment because I am a theatre as in performer person and I was trying to figure out how that relates to food at all except once a woman got so drunk during a show she pissed herself and started mumbling and we all thought she had a stroke and called EMS but no, just…
Honey in coffee isn’t that bad. It’s a way different division of flavours than grape jelly on a burger.
Did anyone else read Cleolinda Jones’ recaps of these books back in the day? Because she is recapping this one on her twitter and it is every bit as phenomenal.
People who claim that “liking” your posts counts as friendship (or as one exfriend recently claimed, that the act of being socially connected on facebook counts as friendship) can just go to hell. I recently went through a similar situation. It culminated with me leaving a tearful, sobbing voicemail on this friend’s…
Flipped ON society or flipped OFF society?
I got up halfway through this post to get the rest of my steak out of the fridge...
Okay but like I’ve said repeatedly, (and so have others in this thread) allergies come in many levels. Just because you choose to have a dog and are able to take it to the vet doesn’t mean others choose that route or even have that option. Lots of people with cat allergies (my aforementioned friend included) are also…
You’ve repeatedly made broad statements about how you’re sure people with cat allergies would never be able to adopt dogs or take their animals to the vet if what we said is true, just because, what? You know people that did? That’s what I was referring to.
Allergies come with levels of severity, though. I am allergic to cats in the sense that I will feel ill if I go to my aunt’s house who has nine cats, the concentration of dander will make me hive. But I own one cat that doesn’t shed much and I’m fine. My friend who is extremely allergic can’t come to my house without…