I do appreciate well seasoned roasted cauliflower. I still don't *love* it, but it's fine. I even make cauliflower purées, since my husband likes that. Again, not my fave, but tasty enough.

My parents are boomers, but they worshipped their vegetable steamer. I never knew cauliflower could taste good until this year.

A local fancy steak place does them with sriracha, which is just a fucking tragedy.

Bacon, red onion, grill seasoning, and a 425 degree oven. I buy 6lbs of sprouts every thanksgiving (Costco FTW) and never have leftovers go to waste.

You can get more accurate info online somewhere, but:

The first time my husband encountered edamame in the pod he thought you ate the whole thing. So he ate the whole thing. Several of them. He blamed his later stomach troubles on me, saying the edamame pod-shaped chips I bought at Trader Joe’s had led him astray.

That's just agreed upon fun money. Not a hierarchical financial relationship.

I’m somewhere in the middle of this- I’m a SAHM who has a doctorate and hasn’t worked since kids. My husband has a demanding, lucrative job, and this works for us. But I’ve never had a nanny. I have a cleaning lady come once every 2 weeks, and a babysitter every Saturday night I can get one. We’re not in the 1%, but…

If you're paying that much, you should be able to expect decent quality.

I tried this too, but found it way too drying. I prefer the Super Goop.

I tried this too, but found it way too drying. I prefer the Super Goop.

I've used the Costco auto program to buy 2 new toyotas in the last 4 years. It was actually pretty easy to get a bidding war going via email for a car with the exact features I wanted. I had to drive to a dealership an hour away to get the best deal, but so what? The worst part is walking in with a price established…

If you see him again, snag an awesome hug for me :)

Tell me your secret to claiming such hugs! I await your wisdom.

There are certain men who looks like amazing huggers. I want a hug from LL Cool J.

I don't know how you handled being in close physical proximity to Paul Newman without going up in flames from the hot-ness.

Oooohh...

Personal chef who has orders to make tasty food that leaves me thrilled, full, and thin.

My husband bought one very similar to this at comicon. He’s not allowed to wear it out of the house, but we both find it hilarious.

Ok, I had to go to my room for a short self -pity cry this morning because my husband is working and it snowed so much last night that we couldn't go out to brunch (the one thing I REALLY wanted) and my kids are restless and just as I was about to make myself a nice breakfast they decided to need 1000 things and…

My kids often refuse what I make. The alternative is always fruit or a missed meal. It drives my husband crazy when they refuse to eat, but last I checked they aren't starving. So much partially-eaten fruit, though. If wasting food is a sin our family is going to hell.