I like to do Mark Bittman's Lemony Lentil Salad: puy lentil salad with chunks of lemon, capers, diced red onion, salt and pepper, in a lemony dressing. Yum.

I like to make a double batch and then freeze half for the next time. Then they are as convenient as canned.

The ersatz food is what gets to me about vegan cuisine. It's so easy to cook vegan food just because lots of good food happens to be vegan that I can't really get the point of vegan versions of things that should never be vegan. I just can't really stand all the substitutes and couldn't even as a vegetarian who didn't…

I stopped reading Slate a few years ago, after they published an article on why we should all just admit that we secretly hate pie.

My worst boss was just run-of-the-mill awful, name calling and yelling and the odd bit of animal abuse (I am a horse trainer).

I don't believe my husband completes me either, but her speech seemed really odd -almost like the "my husband does not complete me" was a non sequitur...or put in there for, dare I say it, shock value?

If those are that woman's natural lips, she should have that checked out.

"Many parents get used to behavioral problems, so they think that this is just what their children are like.

I read the article and I'm curious as to how he could tell Mike Jeffries was giving him a dirty look.

Um...what? I don't even know who that is.

Revolting premise aside, who needs a sandwich blog?

Her premise is revolting. That her husband cooks changes nothing about the fact that her blog is about making enough sandwiches to "earn" an engagement ring.

I know of a baby boy named Porter. I get the whole last-name-as-first-name thing...but Porter? Really? Naming your child after carrying around stuff?

It could have been worse. It could have been a ham.

I always thought that the names "Pertinence" and "Germane" would be nice for sisters.

What a mean-spirited comment.

When I first started reading the ad, I, for some reason that was not apparent to me, assumed that he was located in San Francisco (specifically the Marina).

His overuse of quotation marks and odd capitalization made me think that this was the internet version of those photocopies of photocopies of photocopies of handwritten lists of things and strange rambles that a mentally ill person used to leave under my windshield wiper every few weeks.

We call this "beet panic" in my house.