I dunno, I have a recipe for roasted rutabagas and turnips and it’s pretty darn good, I could see trying a gratin. Maybe the potatoes cook faster than the turnips?

Back in the day, before you just Googled your recipe and printed it out, my mother tried a recipe from a magazine, pumpkin pie with marmalade in it, and decided it was the best thing ever. She carefully copied it in her beautifully even older-person handwriting, and when she came to visit on Christmas she insisted I…

I did the exact same thing to a Pyrex lasagne dish, fortunately I had just turned away from the stove because it exploded into a million tiny shards, and I was sweeping minute, twisty little splinters of glass from under, behind and between every object in the kitchen for what seemed like hours. 

I consistently run 96.8. Oddly, people who touch my hands often comment on how warm my hands feel. 

I am also breaking out and I’m way too old for that. And there’s a 50 pound rock on my chest that happens to be invisible.

Maximus has such a sweet face! 

Repeated layers of rubber cement, peeled off and rolled into a little bouncy ball!

The problem is, nobody is given that choice. The virus isn’t going to walk up to old people and say “Hey, Buddy, your daughter can have that kid she’s hoping for if you just give it up and die right now”. It will be somebody else’s grandparents who die or a medical worker who didn’t have the equipment because it got…

Anxiety symptoms + seasonal allergies = OMG do I have it ?!?

I agree, we should ditch “Sir” and “Ma’am”; gendered and antiquated and stuffy. “Miss” always made me feel young, fluffy and powerless, and “Ma’am” makes me feel old.

Layers of chocolate Ganesh.

And don’t forget the people who are cleaning and sanitizing in hazmat suits and masks!