For almost 20 years I lived a mile and a half from the lakefront path. I rode on it at least once a week year-round. If you've never done it in the dead of winter after dark, you should definitely give it a try.

Not "near the end" though…

"Less" toxic?

Everything about me is abnormal. Normal people don't hang around pop culture websites posting comments about french fry studies. They have better things to do.

You just need a unique perspective, like, say, Trump's presidency is nightmare. 'Cuz nobody figured that out months ago.

Actually, me either. They're just a letdown now.

I vastly prefer kettle-cooked, but I have no idea what that means.

"Only when they are fried do potatoes become deadly"

Coffee = good, wine = good + bad. Today at least.

Though not a British person myself, malt vinegar.

You can get off my lawn now.

Wait, 45 = "older people who were nearing the end of their lives?" Screw you, AV Club.

Make them interesting and tasty?

Based on my experiences dining in Canadian restaurants, somehow this doesn't surprise me…

Canada invented peanut butter? They don't even grow peanuts up there, do they? I thought that was George Washington Carver or something?

Ricotta is fine for some applications, but I don't see it working for Hawaiian pizza.

Not a worldwide phenomenon like Hawaiian pizza though.

And here I had no idea that Canada had made a single contribution to the culinary world.

We had Hawaiian pizza last night. It's the wife's favorite.

It was very good. B+, like you said. The ending utterly horrified me in a way few straight-up horror movies can achieve. Kid liked it and was wigged out. We came home and he wanted to watch cartoons to get the taste out of his mouth, so to speak. So, was Travis actually infected the whole time? Grandfather infects…