I love hearing how weird my native land is when it comes to food. I bet if I check my Old Scandinavian Church Lady cookbook it will have 4 to 8 unique ham ball recipes.

I don’t think he has any other states of being.

Before I read the article I literally said, “Well it does look quite a bit like a corn cob,” thinking the same thing as you.

Totally. I spent age 18 through 39 cooking with stuff like that. At least she has space, I’ve spent far too many hours in galley kitchens that aren’t big enough for two people.

I love the janky rental-quality appliances.  Now I enjoy her work even more.

Yeah, we had open campus for lunch when I was in high school, but on chili days the line in the cafeteria was backed up clear out of the room. It was just a bowl of Hormel-ish chili, but the cinnamon roll(s) was where it was at.

In Iowa (Northern Iowa? Just my hometown?), it’s common to dip cinnamon rolls in chili. I have confused many people over the years by insisting on having cinnamon rolls nearby a chili cookoff.  I support your peanut butter.

I mean hey, if they think the State of Jefferson could do better on keeping the forests raked, I guess we should let them go after all.

Man, you really made me wish I was a nihilistic dickhead.  It feels like it’s so much easier.

First, I’m excited to comment on a historical document such as this. I was a young man when this was published. He talks about Bush/Gore. Wow.

I was thinking the other day about how, in the time before I wash my hands in the bathroom, I always touch my pants zipper, my belt, and sometimes the lower 20% of my shirt.  I have never washed a belt in my life, so that thing must be disgusting.

What is the best way to “smash with a wooden block”?  I think I’d use a rolling pin on a wooden cutting board?

My best guess then and now is that he had no idea how to spell the dog breed, so he didn’t make the connection between the two.

In Junior High, my geography teacher pronounced the Mexican state name Chihuahua, “Chih-hoo-ah-hoo-ah.” As a person who was aware of how to say the dog breed, I thought it might be best to point it out. I got a speaking to after class.

He’s kind of an odd case. I followed him on Twitter for a while, but he’s so MAGA-heavy I couldn’t deal. Love his work, though, and he seems like a great person offline, so there you go.

I’m not quite old enough to be AOC’s dad, but looking at that picture made me say, “Alexandria! You put on a coat, RIGHT NOW! It’s cold out!”

It always seems to happen in the toilets that look like that one scene from Trainspotting, too.

I was walking down the street in Georgetown, DC as a tourist. A skinny bald guy walks past me wearing a green parka. It was weird, since I’m from the west coast it wasn’t likely I knew the guy but he looked familiar. It was Dave Chapelle, who was mobbed for autographs immediately after I saw him. I’m pretty sure he’s…

Every table is different.  No matter how much I lobby for point buy I can’t get my players to stop rolling.  They just want the thrill, apparently.

My 100% “I’ll vote for that guy any time I can” moment for Obama was when I found out that until he sold his books for millions he was still paying college loans.  At the very least, find me politicians who can remember what it’s like to be broke, even if they’re doing fine now.