Like every year when this comes out, I question it. I got a couple of bags of candy last week, and I would swear that fully half the aisle was Reese’s items. It’s implausible that they aren’t number one almost everywhere.

I *loathe* the Salvation Army. They don’t get a dime from me. I donate to charities that don’t discriminate and proselytize.

I don’t round up ever, instead I just donate directly to the organizations. The problem with the rounding up for charity is that you have a very short time to understand where the money is going and whether you actually support the organization. I live in a conservative area so on more than one occasion I have found…

The city of Cincinnati would like a word...

Chili Pizza! Use the chili instead of sauce, mix cheddar with the mozzarella and when it comes out of the oven top with sour cream and jalapenos. 

Yes Eggs!   I miss when IHOP / Denny's would have a Texas omelette with chili over it.   So damn good

Aldi has their own cuban flavored chips and they are so good!

IHOP: “When you’re starving and nothing else is open.”

Dude, relax. I heard only HALF the guys who work there fucked your mom.

The only time I’ve had these is when a coworker drops off a batch from her 14-year-old daughter’s job. They are claggy (dense) and seem under baked. Both times. Hard pass. 

Cornbread dressing is almost always cooked on the side - not stuffed inside the bird, where it can get greasy and mushy. If you’re stuffing the bird, sturdier types of bread should be used.

Work the hours my wife and I work, mix in a sluggish thyroid gland or a sleep disorder, throw in a kid on the spectrum who latches on to very particular foods — finding out said kid likes Lunchables is a goddamn miracle. Don’t worry, we send fucking fruit to school with him, too, and he gets home-cooked breakfasts and…

Comfort and nostalgia foods always work for me:

Clinical depression is not “feeling down”, for one. I acknowledge that the term has been watered down in recent years, but depression is a legitimate medical diagnosis that doesn’t just mean someone is sad about something. 

Yes they are. Those are reubens with other meat instead of corned beef. What the hell kind of nonsense.

One great thing about Chicago bars is that each one has its own personality. Avoid the barfing bro joints and you will have a good St. Patty’s.

I have ordered a Dewar’s and soda, a good safe drink in a new bar that you would think is impossible to screw up.

Grilled cheese. Outside of burgers and hotdogs, it’s the only thing I eat with ketchup.

Vietnamese clay pot fish. It’s sweet, savory, briny, and a little spicy. The sauce is so good, you’ll find yourself scraping the pot to get every last drop.

Mine are all breakfast foods. Biscuits with sausage gravy. Waffle House hash browns scattered, smothered, covered, diced, topped, chunked... which while fucking delicious does not photograph in a remotely appealing way. And then there’s Loco Moco.... fried eggs over a hamburger patty over rice and all topped with…