Right? I reached the picture and literally said, “What is that?” out loud. I read the description and scrolled back up to check the words against the content of the plate, and still had to really scan hard to figure out what was what. That plate looks like sadness.

My grandmothers were both domestic workers for white families. They had stories.

I also use cast iron pans for pizza, but I cut out (slightly-larger-than) pan-sized circles of parchment paper, and form the dough on those. I can still pre-heat the pan in the oven, and then just slide the pizza with the parchment into the hot pan. It works perfectly.

Austrian television, and the weirdness it produces—lordy! (German TV is also hoot.)

“[...]we should put a brick of cocaine, and an alligator with an assault weapon on the flag though.”

You surely may!

That’s ‘cause you’re fancy. (I kid!)

Yeah, some restaurants are at this weird in-between place, where they use actual cloth napkins, of which each guest receives precisely one (mine stays on my lap), but they don’t do cutlery changes between courses. I understand that cleaning restaurant linens can be expensive, so I don’t expect an extra clean cloth…

No. I, like, don’t. I keep my napkin on my lap, where it saves the klutz (me) from spilling and or dropping stuff on herself.

I can’t say, not being in any way an expert on koala behavior or temperament. Perhaps the idea behind that restriction was to protect the koalas from dipsticks who think that a sorta Teddy-bearish-looking wild animal would really like to hug, or to have any sort of contact at all, really, with a human.

Koalas, man. They’ll give you the clam and never even call.

I must admit, I find it vexing when I am dining out, and my only option is to leave my used cutlery resting on the table between courses. If the same flatware is to be used throughout the course of the meal, then I would be grateful for a small plate (or something), to park used utensils on between courses.

Thank you! I was just going to say the same thing. I have never had anything so scorched that vinegar didn’t work (and I have fallen asleep while cooking, and woken up to smoke-filled kitchens. I—and the kitchens—survived, but the smell is unforgettable).

And in some cases, losses. (*cough* Jezebel *cough*).

White, male, mediocre and cruel, in a country that seems to laud and highly reward those qualities. No idea where they get their senses of entitlement.

Because Trump would only accept the BEST, MOST EXCLUSIVE VISA. Only THE MOST LUXURIOUS VISA for his arm candy. His visas are ALL TENS, NOT LOSERS!

Ha/ouch!

Thanks for posting that mash-up!

That is correct. The asparagus is assiduously re-covered as it grows, so that it doesn’t produce chlorophyll, which is why it stays white. That treatment unfortunately causes it to become quite woody, which is why white asparagus always needs to be peeled. (I lived in Germany, where asparagus season is a Big…

Hi, Stephen! Just a small correction: “dinghy”, rather than “dingy”.