I don't think people should be banned from Twitter because I don't like them.

Poor Trump. I don't know what he could have done to deserve people feeling this way about him.

Roasted root veggies are a winter staple for me!

I can handle a cup of tea on a good day (alas, no more sitting around on weekends drinking an entire pot of tea. Plus, having cut back so drastically on caffeine means more than a cup of caffeinated tea at a time makes me jittery). If it's a bad day, I really shouldn't drink anything hot, caffeinated or not.

How did she like them?

Hah, yeah. That reminds me of how my mother never liked black-eye peas until she met my Texan father—her own mother used to make them in a pressure cooker. Yeecch. (Black-eyes need to be slowly stewed with a hambone and an onion, obviously.)

I miss coffee SO MUCH. I'm actually okay mostly avoiding caffeine—if you're not hooked on it and you're not trying to substitute it for sleep, it's easy to live without it—but I like the taste and I drank it black, so it was a soothing, calorie-free gustatory indulgence. I'll never be able to sit down and have black…

I know. Liver is one of my few childhood hated foods that I still can't stand as an adult.

Yeah, silver lining. (Although she should watch out for products that claim to be gluten-free but actually contain trace amounts of gluten because their manufacturers cynically and correctly assume the vast majority of people buying them don't actually have celiac disease and will never know the difference.)

My sister is only moderately adventurous when it comes to food, but her husband is so picky that she once cried when she confided in me that she had no idea how she was going to handle raising kids with someone who wouldn't be able to model healthy eating for them (which, barring any serious medical conditions in the…

People with self-diagnosed food intolerances that just haaaaaappen to be really popular right now are so goddamn annoying.

Food diary time! Seriously, it helps. I keep mine on my calendar on my phone.

There's the Guy Incognito II we all know and look upon with deep disgust.

My sister couldn't eat red meat for a couple of years after a severe case of food poisoning from spoiled liver.

It is interesting that staple starches tend to be safe for people with this condition. Prior to agriculture, our ancestors probably did not eat them on a regular basis—even if they ate grains/tubers from gathering, those grains wouldn't have been refined, and the tubers wouldn't have been bred for maximum human…

I'm mostly with you, but can we at least agree that tofurkey is gross and unnecessary?

I also pride myself on my ability as a cook to accommodate people's food restrictions, whatever their basis. (Even if I think your particular reason for a restriction is a silly one—I'm looking at you, self-diagnosers of "wheat intolerance" and that one vegetarian who wouldn't eat meat because he thought aliens might…

When I was visiting my parents over Christmas, I was reminded of a couple of my parents' more annoying culinary habits that I'd forgotten from my childhood:

Sometimes, when I say nice things about my favorite soap opera actors, they like my Tweets.

"Unless you're the press."