They have Snowy Day forever stamps this year.

you could make a sauce of melted piloncillo, prepared horseradish or whole grain mustard (depending on whether you want heat), cloves, and nutmeg. You can get piloncillo in the “Hispanic foods” section of most American grocery stores, it’s a little cone of dark brown cane sugar. Adjust the sweetness and heat to your…

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You know that movie thing when Liam Neesons or whoever has a headache and presses the bridge of his nose right between his eyebrows and does that exhausted and pained im-just-about-done-with-these-kidnapping-wolf-nazi-sith-motherfuckers sigh?

Agree. Also, if you don’t have a clean bathroom with hand soap, I’m not eating anything you ever make. If I’m being honest, if you leave the toilet seat up when you flush, I’m probably not eating anything you ever make.

My 6" cast iron skillet, my teapot (rinse always, wash only in dire emergencies), Sr Chavez’s wok, anything that’s unglazed clay. I should probably descale our electric kettle at some point, but I only wash the outside of it. My maid is a maniac about the kitchen, God bless her, so everything else —including the…

Is it really Christmas if you haven’t spent at least one night sitting alone in the dark, staring at the Christmas tree with a glass of Scotch and a plate of gingersnaps, listening to Nina Simone’s Little Girl Blue and wondering where it all went wrong?

Also don’t @ me about it not being a Christmas song. If Favorite…

There’s a memory that haunts me from when my brother and I were kids, he was about 11 or 12. A couple of kids from the neighborhood, including my brother were acting fools, laughing and playing some struggle dozens on the walk home from the bus stop and one of the girls laugh-shouted that he had raped some other girl.…

I’m not even mad, though I would’ve liked to see Darlene Love’s Christmas on the list, even though I can see how it’s pop. I just rep hard for her and my entire family gets an annual Christmas Speech on how Phil Spector did Mama Love so, so dirty.

I’m no Chelsea Peretti stan, but I think we can do better than describing a successful woman who made it in a male dominated industry solely as someone else’s wife.

Also, black people exist.

This is what I’m saying. I’d be jell as hell if my prettier, younger, able-bodied sister I never really liked snagged a legit prince who never had to worry about becoming King, but you better believe I’d play that long game like Bobby fucking Fischer. That sort of access buys a lot of pillows to scream into, or at…

I’m excited for you to discover goose fat, if you haven’t already. Roast goose stabbed all over the place and rubbed in runny honey is a thing of beauty once it gives off most of its fat. I’m not overly confident in sous vide being the best possible method of goose-cookery but if I had to I’d probably try a reverse…

I recently spent some time in Guanajuato, one of the most beautiful cities in the world (and, fun fact, supposedly the inspiration for the City of the Dead in Coco.) Do I remember GTO for its gorgeous architecture, its colorful, winding alleys, and its immense natural beauty? No. I remember it for their weird as hell…

For me, 10/11 was harder than any of my teen years. I didn’t actually attempt suicide (also by wrapping something around my neck) until I was 11 but I know I’d thought about it well before then, and all of this was before the internet and the 24 hour news cycle.

My response was to hocuspocusoctopus and so instead of saying “you’re a better person than I” I said they were a better cephalopod than I* ...because octopodes are cephalopods.

I am part indigenous Sami and this does not surprise me at all. Even if I weren’t, what I see in the isolated indigenous communities here in Latin America suggests this is tragically common. Can’t trust outsiders, can’t trust your own people. Can’t trust anyone, so better to just be quiet about it.

10/10 would eat. You might also try doing 3/4 chevre to 1/4 butter if you wanted to mix things up, depending on your affection for tang (which sounds smutty, but I said what I said.)

I forgot TJ doesn’t always mean Tijuana and I got real excited about your cheeseball for a second.

You’re a better cephalopod than I. I took one look at the greys and noped right out. And I could almost, alllllmost make some tiny allowances for the ones who aren’t fluent English speakers on the possibility that they don’t know, but if you want to sing along to lyrics you don’t understand, that’s the price you gotta…