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I do this the slightly slower way -- cut the rhubarb pretty small, put in a 2 quart mason jar. For a jar of rhubarb, I usually add a cup of sugar and the peel of about 1/2 a lemon. Let sit overnight to macerate. Fill the jar with vodka (I use the cheap stuff). Let infuse for as long as you can stand to wait -- I think

Well, IG is owned by Facebook, and FB’s terms & conditions gave them permission to open the mic on your devices (not laptops though). So yeah, I’m pretty sure IG is doing it too ... I got rid of FB because of that (and because of my mother commenting in aLL cAPS like a crazy person), but I love my morning IG feed of

Why am I still in the greys? I’ve been commenting her for years ... 

My original stepmother is only 8 years older than I am, which yes, was deeply skeevy. Less skeevy though than the fact that my father’s current wife is a full 10 years younger than me/40 years younger than him. Ugh. (Luckily they live overseas). We kept the stepmother when my dad left the country -- she’s the best. 

My hatred for GP burns like an eternal flame in my heart, but I have to admit, as someone who has spent 10 happy years partnered with a guy who lives over there, across town, in his own damn house -- I heartily endorse this arrangement. I have my own house, that I bought with my own money, and that I love. Himself has

Please I BEG of you, if you’re renting our vacation home -- WASH YOUR MAKEUP OFF BEFORE BED. Or maybe rethink your routine? We’ve had to resort to industrial-acetone to get the mascara off the vintage porcelain sink, and to get the hair spray off the floor. You really want that on you?

Wasn’t the dream I intended, but it’s worked out really well. I did get a bunch of blowback it the early years of the “if he doesn’t want to marry you he must not love you” kind, but then again, I was single for so long that all *my* aunties were just happy to see I wasn’t alone anymore. 

Mid 50s, never married, no kids — own my (little) house outright, student loans paid off, have a garden, a dog, a cat, and 5 hens. Also — 10 years with a lovely man who has his own house on the other side of town. We rotate (which means I only cook dinner/clean it up every other night). I have a pack of kids I auntie,

I lost my brother in a late night/perhaps suicidal single car accident about 2 weeks after his 38th birthday. We have always memorialized him on his birthday, rather than on what my friend calls his “very bad day ...”

There are SO MANY tennis fans (like my elderly mother) who want to see anything BUT a warrior out there. Who still want “pretty” and “ladylike’ women players. Do not get me started, this is a lifelong battle on my part (she was sure Iwas a baby lez because I loved Billie Jean and Martina. Sadly not, just a slightly

See also: the way she’s fallen for the “chemtrails” nonsense. 

I’m reading this at 11am while eating a leftover sausage, heated up with some pickled cabbage and wrapped in a tortilla. 1st meal of the day ... 

I’ll never forgive the trust funder friend of my grad school roommate who used to order performatively expensive bottles of wine (at dinner with us, starving grad students) and then want to split the bill. I quit going out with him, but she didn’t, and he’d eat up her food budget for the month (but then again, she was

I make a peach jam in the fall when the Utah peaches arrive with a nice hit of Aleppo pepper in it. It’s now my Christmas gift thing ...

My family has a farm 2 towns over from Sandwich -- and I’ve driven past that airport a zillion times. In the late 80s, they taught parachuting there, until it turned out they were also moving a lot of weed into Chicago via the Sandwich airport.

I can’t imagine how exhausting it must be to be a black woman in Billings. And I say this as a Montana resident. Good for her.

We have a vacation rental, which since it’s a good 20 minutes from the nearest store, we keep stocked with basics. Including butter. By the end of the season, we have SO MANY tubs of fake butter, and they ALWAYS EAT THE BUTTER.

All of this (plus wanting POCKETS IN EVERYTHING) is why I started sewing again. As a lady of a certain age, I want clothes with a nice shape, lots of pockets, in nice fabrics.

As someone who hates giant screens, I’m glad I bought the 2019.

Can I just go on record about how MUCH I hate Iain Glenn’s syrupy voice? And he’s in fucking everything (Delicious was totally ruined by Ghost-Glenn. YOU KILLED HIM OFF WHY DO I HAVE TO LISTEN TO HIM?)