Not that there’s anything wrong with that. 

What a wonderful reminder that I froze a Mason jar of the last Meyer lemon juice last year. I only had Cointreau, but this was delicious, thank you!

One assumes that Slender Men must start as Slender Boys. 

The kicked out Middleditch for the greater good.

You know there’s spoiler warnings and trigger warnings on articles now? This article should have come with a bib warning. Because now I have done drooled all down my shirt front. Damn! I haven’t smoked anything since I caught my fence on fire (long story) but I may have to go get some brisket and sausage tonight!

I can go the other direction if it makes you feel younger. I read Life In Hell in junior high, was thrilled beyond belief when Matt Groening was given the opportunity to do shorts between Tracey Ullman skits on a crazy new network called Fox, and bought a bootleg Eat My Shorts tshirt from a street vendor my freshman…

One assumes all the money this cut would make would be sour dough. 

Since, as the commenters below have noted this is an inversion of the Vesper, I humbly suggest calling it the Matin. 

51% of UK voters voted for Brexit (and Boris Johnson was elected in Britain’s impossible to parse electoral process), so much like the US, the answer is a distressingly large percentage of the country believes incredibly vile things.

I am both very eager to finally hear what all went wrong and dreading it because I don’t want to have my opinion ruined of people who have given me a lot of pleasure over the years. 

When were films ever not content? The two top grossing films of 1973, the year Mean Streets came out were The Exorcist and The Sting. The former was based on the bestselling novel of 1971 and was cashing in on the success of Rosemary’s Baby, one of the top-grossing films of 1968, and the latter was a reteaming of the…

I dub thee The Light Side of the Moon. Swap out blackberry syrup for the Dark Side. 

Suddenly remembering because of this episode a play my sister was in in middle school called All Because of Agatha, a goofy farce about very Dick-Van-Dyke-show WASPs throwing a Halloween party in the mansion of a former Salem witch, and hijinks ensue. 

My Aunt Donna has a recipe, which seems like it has to be from Betty Crocker, or an old Redbook, or the back of a soup box, but we always just called Aunt Donna’s Chicken. It’s equal parts apricot preserves, Wish Bone Russian dressing, and a pouch of Lipton French Onion soup mix, then baked at 350 for thirty minutes.…

If one were about to be snowed in in Texas, where they drive even worse than Portland (I heard y’all might get 12 inches?!?!), but one had frozen pineapple, could one do it blender style, or would I need to add more liquid?

I hope you understand me always wanting to name the cocktails is a show of affection for this feature.

When I was briefly keto I came across a recipe that used chicharones as the crunchy topping. It’s the only recipe I’ve kept from that period. 

It’s only halftime? Oh man, I’m going to need more Alka Seltzer!

No one thinks we can eat all this food. No one, except the people in this living room! I need you to believe in yourself! Don’t worry about the twelve inches of sub, just the one inch right in front of your face! That cheese there? That’s nacho cheese! That’s our cheese! We’ve gone through seven layers of hell and…

I might actually watch Sonic if it starred Frances McDormand.