I'll have to try the cauliflower thing, since we really love our cruciferous vegetables. I usually use almond milk in everything, for a variety of household food intolerance reasons. The colcannon was a special indulgence; when I make plain mashed potatoes, I use very little butter (but always the real stuff) and lots…

You gotta love those viral "recipes". Hamburgers that look like cake, cake that looks like hamburgers, hamburger cake that looks like a banana split ...

Shakshuka rocks! I'd never heard of it until a couple of years ago; successfully made a batch for a quick dinner that night. But it does look very odd when photographed — sort of like someone caught the result of a volcanic eruption in a common kitchen skillet.

Whoa, he made colcannon! I also celebrated St. Patrick's Day by making it (for the first time ever), and I'm not even Irish!

Nerd that I am, the control group question was the first one I had as well. I don't normally watch food shows, I cook from scratch quite a bit (and enjoy it), and I don't put on weight when I'm eating most of my meals at home.

Ugh. I got so effing sick from overindulgence in LIIT once. What can I say? I was young and stupid, I hadn't eaten anything beforehand, and it was a hot day. Downed two in quick succession while out for after-work drinks with some friends. This all took place at a Boston-area restaurant bar that was known for its…

I'm significantly lactose-intolerant myself, but the higher the fat content of the dairy product, the less of a problem it causes for me. I think it's because the lactose is water-soluble; butter, for example, probably has little or no lactose in it.

I love red. My favorite shades (to look at) lean towards fuschia/American Beauty, but they don't look great on me. I'm much better in rust or maroon — something that tends just a tad towards orange or brown.

I like ranch dressing, but I don't get the ranch-worship any more than I get the ranch-loathing. It's just salad dressing. A dip. A table condiment. Whatever elevated it to the level where everything on the table needs to be either dredged through it or drowned under it? It makes no more sense than covering everything…

That's the point. Fungal spores and other pathogens laugh at flip-flops.

Of course, there was the guy who couldn't understand why supermarkets carried kosher salt but never Christian salt, and decided to remedy the situation:

When I was a college student and had a much more volatile temper than I do now, I once encountered a department-store salesperson who seemed to want to make me scream with rage while simultaneously making her trainee cry. I was buying some dinnerware as a gift for my parents, and then planned to catch a bus to their…

I actually punted a toddler while in line at a Massachusetts Registry of Motor Vehicles office. Tripped over the poor kid while his mom, who was behind me in line, was completely ignoring him.

Hovering enrages me. It's the single best way to splash pee and worse all over a public toilet seat. The reason women don't want to sit on the seat in the ladies' room is because women don't sit on the seat in the ladies' room.

Oh, gawd, Bill. Just. Fuck. Off. Already.

As I understand it, Francis didn't have a prior criminal record for sexually abusing children — but Harris had already fired him for being incompetent and irresponsible. Which is kind of like "Wow, I didn't think this guy was going to kill my kid. I thought he was just going to drive drunk with my kid in the car."

Am I getting this right? This jerk's excuse is "Oh, I didn't know I was giving my already-traumatized kid away to a child abuser — I just thought I was giving my already-traumatized kid away to someone who was merely incompetent at working with children"? It reminds me of Ted Haggard's claim that his entanglement with…

OMG, that made me laugh and cry at the same time. I lost my mom very recently, and she LOVED garlic. As a kid I preferred her aglio e olio (she usually added broccoli!) to burgers and fries. She would have loved that story on so many levels.

Wow, that happened to me in a workplace once — right in front of the main office of a professional school at a major university. Came down the stairs wearing heels and a skirt, slipped as if I'd stepped on an invisible banana peel, and fell on my ass. I was something lke the third casualty of the morning; It turned…

Until I was over 50, I couldn't stand mayo except in tuna salad. But now I mix it with mustard and either dill relish or capers as a quick tartar-sauce-like condiment for seafood. I also mix it with ketchup for dipping fries or burgers. Maybe I picked up the habit on a car trip out west; I think they call the mixture…