One of my favorite quotes from John Stuart Mill, which applies to this kind of government nannyism:

I wonder what foods the ordinance consider to be junk and what are not?

I’d buy it in a second.  My 1991 Corolla still haunts my dreams.  I’m still sorry I sold it.

You had me at braised chicken thighs.

Because her death is all about you.

We counted Priuses (Priui?) during a weeklong visit to Los Angeles. Someone called one out just about ever 2 minutes.

My local grocery still has huge sacks of pasta intended for food service on its shelves, a leftover from quarantine shortages of consumer sizes. They stocked some restaurant bags of chicken breasts too, and I was sure to grab a few of them. Big difference in quality—trimmed much better.

Pork gelatin is made from the bones and skin and leftover bits from a pig that has already been butchered and the meat sent to market, right?

I just can’t get behind Cyril being competent and the alpha agent now.  He’s got to fail somehow.

Society seems to have realized how disgusting Aspics were sometime during the 70s.

Hate to break it to ya but there are like 10 million vegans in the US alone

I know I’ll be drinking more plant-based booze.

Back in the 1980s one of the options on our restaurant’s banquet menu was a whole salmon covered in tomato aspic. Watching the executive chef make it turned me off to gelatin of any kind.

but I have a sneaking suspicion that someone in the store had a penny to loan. Or a nickel or a dime

select the e-gift card, and get all your coin money on a gift card that you can apply to your account.

can people still help out their random fellow shoppers if they don’t have an extra penny or dollar bill on them?

This has the exact “500 Days of Kristin” energy I need in my life right now.

Remember how crazy we all went for quinoa?

artistic drive, and the waxing and waning of same.

Especially given that I plan to leave in the next two weeks.