I'd take Subway bread any day over Panera's alleged baguettes. Kind of a shame, since at least Panera serves actual salads, but their baguettes are made from pure vulcanized rubber. I can't tear that stuff with either my hands or my teeth unless it's layered with butter and dipped in soup, and this is coming from…

This leaves me in a bit of a quandary. I hate both suits and Christmas sweaters. Maybe two hates make a love, because I think these are hilarious!

I have a friend who loves Cincinnati-style chili. First time I ever had it, he made it for me. It was weird, and it doesn't taste at all like Tex-Mex chili, but it wasn't bad. I tend to like weird food anyway.

They'll take away my sriracha when they pry it out of my cold dead hands, but if anyone puts sriracha in my beer, my hands won't be the ones that are cold and dead.

Not that the ruined cachet will do much, since Cosby is already rich as hell. But it's at least a small karmic step against a guy who raped women who were trying to enter his own profession, and then made not-so-veiled threats to fuck up their careers if they complained.

But if someone says they can't eat gluten, best bet is to assume that the reason is celiac disease. Some people avoid gluten due to fad diets, but someone who really has celiac disease can become miserably ill from a very small amount of the stuff.

I've been there once, and I've told Mr. Sububi that if we ever go there again, they'll have to deport me to get me out.

Damn. I've lived about five minutes from a Waffle House for the past two years and haven't been there yet. I think I'm slightly afraid of Waffle House because the only ones I've ever been in were in the South at a time when the majority of states allowed smoking sections. (Which in a place like North Carolina in the…

Maybe the person who ate it got hornet superpowers. If so, hope that both the hornet and the eater were female. Female hornets are seriously badass. Male hornets are just sort of there.

Love your name, TadKosciuszko! I went to a junior high named after you!

Thanks for posting this. Last year, iOS 7 slowed down my iPad 2, and the last thing I want to do is slow it down even more. A new iPad isn't in the budget just yet, so will continue to skip iOS 8 on that device.

Mr. Sububi and I never do any in-store Christmas shopping until at least December 20, and usually later. We used to do more on-line shopping until a few of our much younger relatives got to the age where the most appropriate and appreciated gift is a check.

Mmmm, I had D'Elidas when I was in Panama a few years ago, and I made sure to bring a few bottles back!

My dad liked ketchup in his chicken soup. I tasted that mixture once, and thought it was one of the worst things I've ever eaten (unless you count tasting Mom's hand lotion when I was a preschooler).

My mother always used the acronym/euphemism, but her version had ground beef in gravy instead of chipped beef in cream sauce. I couldn't get enough of the stuff when I was a kid. Never had the chipped-beef version until I was around 30. I liked it too.

I never cared much for soy sauce until I tried the low-sodium kind. I've never liked the taste of extremely salty food, but didn't know that low-sodium soy sauce existed until a friend ordered some to accompany his sushi while we were having dinner in a restaurant. I tried some, and really liked it. When I have…

That's somewhat less squicky if the step-sibs didn't grow up together. Having sex with someone who was another kid in your family is emotionally incestuous even if not biologically so. But if they're a couple of 25-year olds in a relationship and his mom and her dad pair up later (or vice versa), that seems different.…

Years ago I was having dinner with a friend in a Mexican restaurant when the 1980s version of the self-important but self-unaware douchebag came in with his date and was seated at the table next to us. He seemed really interested in the flautas; my friend and I had trouble not laughing out loud at him when he…

I read that as "I hope that waitress threw a chicken ass at his face", and now I can't stop giggling!

And even more thanks. I was a Connecticut kid from a working-class family. We lived in an old mill town that gradually turned into a mall town. Lots of white-collar people lived there too, but not the really rich ones. Connecticut also has some seriously depressed urban areas.