You know who your placemats would be perfect for is me, but my husband would never go for them. He is no fun.
You know who your placemats would be perfect for is me, but my husband would never go for them. He is no fun.
Have you ever tried to make tofu? That’s also really easy, and I don’t have one of those traditional tofu presses. If you can make ricotta you can make tofu.
I have two thoughts:
She’s not alone then...
Guilty as charged! For 5 or 6 years running I used to buy boxes of the most hideous Christmas cards I could find (dollar stores are good for this). I preferred overwrought manger scenes (made sure all the Jewish friends got those) and horribly-rendered Santa and the reindeer cartoons. Then I would write parody…
But sadly Jacobin doesn’t have a comments section.
And Kimberly used to be married to Gavin Newsom! It’s like someone took her to the Stepford Men’s Club...
I get a lot of Roy Cohn vibes out of Stephen Miller so maybe Katie should give “Far From Heaven” a watch.
This is very late but the post showed up as a You May Also Like link today so maybe the conversation will be revived.
If adult Harry goes back to college and he has anything to say about it (he almost certainly does not) UCSB is the place for him. It is bro paradise and many of the majors are not, let’s say, particularly rigorous academically. It’s a really tough school to get into though if you’re a CA resident because so many…
That’s interesting. I wonder if they grow pineapples in Spain? In the south it gets hot enough but it’s so arid...I suppose I could google this.
Oh me too, I love Carol Burnett, this was really about this concept that the Sussexes are going to live a quiet life away from the celebrity culture of LA.
Google “celebrities who live in Santa Barbara.” Apparently they all do, at least part-time. Among those who don’t anymore because of death, off the top of my head I can think of Julia Child, Kirk Douglas, and famously Ronald Reagan, who had a ranch up in the hills. I believe going back to the 1920s pretty much every…
Did you happen to read the Thought Catalog-worthy essay that Jezebel posted by a woman who was angry that non-Indian people were “suddenly” cooking with turmeric? She associated it with her sainted grandmother, and talked about its place as a traditional curative in the cultural community. She didn’t seem to know that…
Every once in a blue moon I have to carry my huge dog down a flight of stairs. He’s terrified going down because the risers are not really wide enough for him. He’s fine going up, luckily. I think he weighs 15,000 pounds but my vet keeps lying and tells me he’s only 115 pounds.
Have you ever had a simple pizza with pineapple and jalapeño? Those are delicious, but any other pineapple variation invokes a gag reflex in me.
I hope the pool boy got the cash up front in unmarked $20s, because it’s been widely known for decades that Trump doesn’t pay his bills.
My family eats what I make, gladly. Gratefully. This big family all lives near each other so they see each other all the time. When I go up it’s like every dinner is Thanksgiving so that I get to see everyone in rotating groups. I volunteer to cook for them so I present a dual mystery: Not only can I cook, but I can…
My family eats what I make, gladly. Gratefully. This big family all lives near each other so they see each other all the time. When I go up it’s like every dinner is Thanksgiving so that I get to see everyone in rotating groups. I volunteer to cook for them so I present a dual mystery: Not only can I cook, but I can…
Smidge is one of my favorite words and is not deployed often enough. I’ll use another one: She is looking awfully moist.