He does read remarkably like Mojo JoJo, of Powerpuff Girls fame

Gah, I’m on my phone and don’t have a “no puppet no puppet” gif handy

I think the best butter you can get is Kerrygold, but I’ve also visited the Cork Butter Museum, so I’m not sure if I’m like a rational person where butter is involved.

This is good news, because I get mine for free at my office, which involves standing in a loooong line with a bunch of people I don’t really enjoy interacting with and then letting the sweaty, shaky pharmacy student jab me.  

I’m not sure what the technique is, but judging from the picture alone, I’m guessing “by clenching one’s jaw with appropriate power, the iron hard testicles will ascend into the throat, protecting the more delicate parts of the neck”

I once left two of my kid’s snack bowls on top of the car, one fell off, the other rode 90 miles

You can also wrap it around a comb and make a nice kazoo, but I suppose that’s not really kitchen related...

Are you going to try it out, and let us all know?

I tend to wind up with “I will try to help you with what’s wrong, but you have to stop crying first and talk to me” as the middle ground, and if that doesn’t work we go on to “ok, let me know when you’re done, I’ll be over here”. Granted, these are the options when we’re at home and not trying to immediately go…

Lol, I was reading this and thinking the least meeting I blanked on was with my Muslim boss

So sort of like evidence based sex-ed programs vs abstinence only? Who’dve thunk giving kids accurate information with which to make good choices is better than telling them “just don’t do that cause we said so”?

Remember to position yourself so as to maximize the protection of your soft places (not just the obvious ones, either. 30 pounds of toddler behind a pointy knee delivered full speed to an armpit is a special hell).

What would happen, I wonder, if you used the skins left over from roasting garlic...

I actually enjoy traditional sharpening, it’s like a little meditative thing I get to do every one in a while (which if you are taking proper care of your kitchen knives, you shouldn’t be sharpening that often). But, just as I don’t go around telling everyone not to eat meat (feel free to ask, though) I won’t tell you…

May I interject with a Mandy Patinkin scene?

I always wind up with frozen gnocchi, largely because I’m bad at judging how many potatoes I should cook. I find this instant potato idea interesting, but I agree it kind of takes the point of homemade away, and also I’m pretty sure my Italian friends would come over and beat me senseless if they heard I had done this.

Visible tattoos are always a great topic, if you are just super awkward and can’t think of anything to say. Those of us with ink are usually more than happy to go on at length about it. As with any other subject, though, don’t do it in a creepy way. Some of the best pub chats I’ve had have started with something as…

Solid.

They definitely know. I mean, they reprimanded and otherwise shouted down everyone who tried to point out that he’s always been a vile little man during his hearings. I’m only baffled at why he gets away with just being so openly racist, when I thought party policy was the dog-whistle kind.

I still have the dumb roomba, that spends ten minutes ramming the table leg every day, I think I’m safe from big brother on that one.