YAAAAAAAAAS. This is a great idea!

I’m confused too. Why should “J Crew” be akin to a struggling “Gap” to a successful “Old Navy”? Just swallow your pride and lower the prices and bring back the quality!

“Tomato basil = ¼ cup salt + ½ teaspoon dried basil + ½ teaspoon dried, chopped sundried tomatoes”

HELLOOOOOOO SRIRACHA SALT!

I’ve found that a disappointingly large number of people can’t tolerate water because it “has no flavor.” Now, I disagree.. I think the different mineral contents produce some subtle flavors, and that it’s kinda a null point anyway considering how refreshing I find water... But it feels like that’s a minority opinion.…

I don’t like infused water. I’m strange.

Cocktail sauce is really easy! You just pour out ketchup into a mixing bowl, and then yell at it.

This weekend an unvaccinated six year old boy was the first person to die of diptheria in 28 years in Spain. His parents rejected getting him vaccinated and now he’s dead. A vaccinated child is much better then a dead one.

When I get a bad tomato it’s usually from my garden. I take that tomato and toss it back into the soil to plant for next year.

I freeze them. I cook a lot of food with tomatoes in them so freezing is useful. Just have to take them out of the freezer, let them rest for about 15-20 minutes and the skin will come of easy after running them under some warm water. Then it’s all go to include in my soups, or goulash or even spaghetti sauce, though…

I still like Hannibal.

He deserves to be punched in the face with a Kia.

A whiteness of teenage girls ordering frappuccinos.

Except Ferrari guy. In the midst of all this evil-minded douchebaggery, Ferrari guy seems cheerful and benign.

It takes a special kind of idiot to elevate an artificial caramel based beverage into an aggravated assault case.

I was in a Starbucks yesterday and a gaggle of teenage girls, (I feel like gaggle isn’t right for teenage girls. A flock? A murder? A murder.) a murder of teenage girls came in behind me. As I finished my order, the barista (who was a treasure of a human being and recommended a kick-ass fruit sauce for baked brie)…

My cat, who once opened a microwave oven while the popcorn was popping, has more self-control than the caramel lady.

My cat, who once destroyed a floor-to-ceiling lamp with her butt, has more self-control than the caramel lady.

My cat, who once fell off a bookshelf at 3 AM only to land butt-first on my face (catass…