Sous vide it to cook the meat tenderly, then fry it quickly for crispness. Your life will be changed.

Dude, the chub rub is real. I’ve definitely had to scrap a few pairs of shorts that swore they were for running because my thighs absolute devoured the inner shell.

I live in Tampa, one of the deadliest cities out there for both pedestrians and bicyclists. We’ve been trying to add more crosswalks with the bright-ass blinky lights to help, but it’s not been great progress. Some drivers absolutely blast through lit-up crosswalks (or at least want to and honk at me if I’m stopped…

Considering that manufacturers still crank out Hartford Whalers paraphernalia and all of us Northern-born folk will never let The Whale die in our hearts, I’d argue that this extends to championship gear and there are zero statutes of limitation.

I’m still fucking giggling at this. Well done.

Good gravy, that reveal broke my heart. “What door?” *sob*

You shut your dirty mouth about the King of Fruits!

I actually have an answer to this, as I saw the flick on an airplane and was morbidly curious about this shitshow. Bella was pregnant with a dhampir baby, and it was slowly destroying her body because it required much more sustenance than she could give (she actually started drinking blood out of cups to try to…

I’m definitely one to clean as I go, and by the time any dinner I’ve made is dished out, usually it’s just the final pot/pan and the dishes we’ve eaten off of that my husband would need to clean. We agreed long ago that whoever didn’t cook would be the one to clean up, and I definitely feel like husband has been…

I get excited when I see sausage in my in-laws’ house because that usually means it’s venison sausage, and OM NOM NOM NOM

Okay, I don’t watch the show anymore ever since they teased Negan’s eventual arrival (I’d read the books up until that point and quit the story then, too, and I just couldn’t watch it happen again). But I still appreciate reading your recaps out of narrative curiosity.

Seriously, feed me all the lengua. And I’ll fight you for pig liver.

“Please note that Smee is a fat old guy with a bare midriff and bad sandals. He’s basically every Tampa resident.”

Well, now I have a plan for a dinner this week. Thank you!

Still-crunchy carrots? Yes please! I like my veggies to not feel sad and wilty in my mouth, thankyouverymuch.

Don’t let the haters get you down about durian. We can keep it for ourselves.

I, too, live in a house of laminate flooring. The only carpeting I have in my house is on my stairs because I don’t trust us humans (or my dumb-ass cats) to not slip and fall and die on laminate stairs. ALL HAIL THE ROOMBA.

Oh sweet Moses, YES!

No one would ever really call it a “rebound” because we got together about a year after each of us had split with out respective significant others, but we were still both very broken in our own ways from our previous and very long relationships. I sure did joke that he was my rebound, though. And in some ways, he…

Ugh, I am so sorry you had to grow up like that. While my mother could be a jerk (she took her divorce hard — harder than she wanted to admit — and I think she took her pain out on us a bit), at least she didn’t mock me for my interests. (....just asked us to stop acting like freaks or nerds so much.... Jesus, I’m…