And yet there are sustainable sources of palm oil, and since this recipe is so bent on grass-fed butter, I'm sure it's all about sustainable palm oil too.

What's gross about coffee mixed into an egg? Do you not like pudding? Or chocolate sauce? Or any other velvety dessert sauce? Because what danky's grandmother made would just be like an incredibly thin version of such a thing, like coffee with the texture of hot chocolate.

Eh, they can kill you even if they are stored and cooked correctly since there are some types of algae-produced toxins that aren't denatured by either chilling or cooking. That's why restaurants that do raw bars or cooked-to-order food have that 'eating this raw or undercooked may make you sick' disclaimer at the…

Other than "You Cant' Do That On Television," I'm entirely with you.

Ah yes, another troll! Thanks for playing, but try again.

*affects

Actually, in this situation you are the one being ridiculous. People blow their noses into napkins and then carelessly leave them on the table. People sneeze. People cough. People are covered in germs that are far more dangerous than breast milk, so please get over your 'OMG! So unsanitary!' freakout.

I've used a service like this simply to get some shopping, laundry and general cleaning done w/o a toddler underfoot. If your only free time is at night, centers like this are cheaper than a babysitter and more fun for your kid.

You wouldn't try and call the parents first? That's a little weird to me. I mean, calling the cops for a 5 minute delay vs. calling the parents to see if they're stuck in traffic doesn't make much sense to me.

The family has a say since they are the next of kin, so that's spouse>other family to the medical community. If you are so incapacitated that you cannot understand the questioning or articulate your wishes, your family acts on your behalf. This isn't new.

I would climb that shit like a tree.

I had to explain to my SO the other day that simply copying/pasting a title from a webpage wouldn't magically turn it into a URL in an email. I'm not sure that I succeeded, and I have no idea how to explain it in a better fashion than,"You just copied text. There is no useful, parseable information in that text. It…

That's exactly what it is! It's got a long 'a' in it, French-style, so it sounds like the last syllable of 'barrage,' and not like 'age.'

Eh...I'm also an only child. And I feel pretty guilty about not giving my kid a sibling yet. I loved being an only child, and I have no idea how to be 'bored.' That's what books are for! And wandering! I spent all my afternoons and summers outside until it was dark, and that was expected.

But that's just it—-no one thinks of Charleston as being in WV, no one! Whenever people hear 'Charleston,' they think of Spanish moss-covered trees, southern accents and shrimp with grits, they do not think of a town with the lowest percentage of bachelor's degree holders whose majority employer is Walmart.

But that's just it, w/o a warrant, no one is going to see all the pervy photos that he's been taking over the years for his personal spank bank. I'd love to see some actual charges levied on him, and his years of 'photos' analyzed for sexual assaults like the one described above.

Um...no. That's not how microwave ovens work, and that's not what they do to your food or to the environment. They are not 'terrible for your health,' nor do they 'destroy all nutrient content.'

Nowhere near the same effect! You're just making melted cheese on bread, a proper grilled cheese (or toastie in UK English,) is crunchy, golden brown and delicious on the outside and melted cheese on the inside-it's simply not just hot cheese on bread. Weird.

Ewww. I mean, if you're just going for melted cheese, and warm, humid bread, then I guess a microwave is fine. But if you're going for that toasted, buttery, crunchy exterior that perfectly sets off the melted cheese...then you need a sauté pan and a little butter.

How do you know 'anyone could have come up and taken her?' Have you ever seen a kid responsible enough to be left by herself, scream, kick and make a terrible fuss when made to do something that she doesn't want to do?