I *loved* perfume(s) — but Mr. FerdPorcupine gets migraines from many scents, and a couple of my favorites made him “queasy” — NOT the effect I wanted. I got a bunch of LeLabo samples, but they all have that particular ISO E Super note that makes Himself queasy. I really liked the Bergamot one ... so sad.

You are correct! But I still think the method would work ... and hmm. There’s some elk left in the freezer. And it’s raining. Elk, bearnaise, roasted potatoes tonight?

I love my standing desk in large part because it cleared up my wrist issues — but I also work at home, so I can meander from a standing desk, to a chair for boring meetings. I had ankle surgery a few weeks back, so although I’m thrilled to be off the couch, I’m currently on a vintage soda-shop stool (thank you to my…

Of course! making Homer Simpson doh noises here — I make mayo like this all the time ... why I never thought about it for Hollandaise? And the tarragon is starting to come up in the garden ....

White supremacist stupid white people ...

My brother’s best friend in high school was Captain Lovell’s youngest son. He took them flying one night, and years later I heard Tom Hanks tell the exact same story in an interview about “the Captain” teaching him to read stars through the plane window. Really lovely man (Lovell, I’ve never met Hanks).

Julia Child has an amazing recipe for braised lettuce with peas. Which I could never figure out until I had a garden, and realized the first lettuces and the peas come in at the same time. Lovely. Cooked lettuce takes some getting used to, but it’s really good. (Also, there’s an amazing NY Times recipe from the 1970s…

I don’t think the poor thing ever got a name. The wheels came off the family pretty shortly thereafter when dad went bankrupt. Ponies and colt got sold (but my brother ran into his pony a decade or so later when he was working as a groom on the horse show circuit).

Oh god — first HUGE fight in the endless war that was my parents divorce. Dad: you’re feeding that pony too much. Look how fat she is. She’s going to founder. Mom: you bought the kid a pregnant pony you idiot. She needs food. (Mom was right.)

I was lucky enough to have a badass, physically brave grandmother (polo player, foxhunted, ran her own farm) who never let me wimp out on anything. Oh! And who told me in 3rd grade that if any of the boys “bother you” to “kick them where it counts” (a little harsh, but it was 1970 and we were allowed more physical…

“Well the good thing about waiting until you’re married,” my mother told me. “Is that your dad wasn’t very good, but since he was the only one I’d ever slept with, I didn’t know, and I was pretty happy.” In the car, when I was about 18, a full decade after they’d divorced. If there was an emoji for head-dashboard,…

Molds to fit!?! WTF?

Mine tried to get an abortion in 1943? in Chicago. She was well-off, had “gotten a name” from someone but said when she got there, the office was so filthy, she feared for her life. She left town to have that baby, and my aunt is fairly sure her parents considered saying she’d died while putting her up for adoption.…

My beloved is in charge of grilled cheese because I DO NOT have the patience. I’m a very good cook with almost all else, but I cannot cook a grilled cheese long and low as it should be done ... luckily, he can. (Also, makes popovers!)

My childhood was spent in abject terror of snapping turtles. We had some in our farm pond with shells the size of garbage-can lids.

I love James Corden — go stream Gavin and Stacey, which takes a few episodes to show it’s real charm, but it does, and so does he. (Then go stream Stella, which is even better). I think he’s adorable ... as is this clip.

Yup yup yup. She turned a blind eye for DECADES. She has daughters. Time to call her out for her part in perpetuating/enabling this monstrous behavior.

You kids! What’re you doing? Trying to make me feel old or something? Jeez oh pete — Harrison Ford’s whole THING was being hot.

Not that I’d be speaking from experience or anything, but the elder child has been told to go Be Nice to the bratty younger one who was crying mere moments ago, by playing with the infernal See N’Say. “Duck.”

Get the goddamn vaccine for your children — or I will come to your house and tell you about my beloved older sister, who first got cervical displasia, then 10 years later, needed a hysterectomy, then got anal cancer (twice) — chemo and radiation the first time, then three years later, radiation and a permanent…