curioussquid
Curious Squid
curioussquid

I live alone in a small four room flat, those rooms being a living area, bedroom, bathroom/laundry and “kitchen” (quotation marks to denote tiny size so it only counts as a room on a technicality). Space is a precious commodity so unless I actually have people over my table is usually piled high with stuff. And when I

The bullet points touched on something about gross men in positions of power I haven’t seen discussed much in #MeToo discourse. The same powerful men who hover drooling over subordinate women they want to fuck, and offer opportunity, advancement and security in exchange for compliance with their bullshit are also

My idea of the perfect relationship is loving and being in love with someone but having separate bedrooms. Or in an absolute unattainable dream, separate homes.

He said from the outset that it would be about six months, and that the first time I met people he’d have told them we’d been dating for a few months by that point. Over that period from memory I went with him to about seven or eight things - drinks with friends, parties, family gatherings, family dinners, etc. I

Not icky at all! You’re not saying anything that isn’t appropriate for comments in a story about holiday food. And to be fair I’ve made my life enough of a joke by myself without outside help. :) 

Hahaha oh god just realised yes this sounds like a premise for a rom com. But no, I was (am) a sex worker and this guy was getting a lot of family pestering about how single he was, so he hired me to pretend to be his girlfriend for a while when he needed to produce one. We figured out a back story and how to answer

A few years ago a guy hired me to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his family off his case by bringing me to family events for a several months before we “broke up” (he got extra respite from milking that period too). He was Jewish and the latke parties and the Passover dinner were for me the highlights of our time

This isn’t a food story but once years ago I was going with friends to see one of those National Theatre Live cinema screenings. I had a bad persistent cough but didn’t want to miss the show and didn’t want to be that coughing person. So feeling desperate and making a bad decision I started sipping at a bottle of

As in; obviously women in the hospitality industry fucking know. But please don’t tell me the rest of society is only just now noticing. 

Re the last one about “pretty face or no tip” please don’t tell me that people are only just now realising that looks matter for women in the hospitality industry..... 

Her TV persona now feels a lot more like the parody of what people used to think she was like but I think will always be a Nigella fan. Aside from the personal history stuff (losing one husband to cancer, another one being an abusive dumpster fire) most of her books, especially the older ones are SERIOUSLY AMAZINGLY

(Non American here) Is the “handover” routine where the outgoing President sits and has a chat with the incoming President and wishes them well while the media watches, you know, the thing that Obama did with professionalism and dignity while Trump looked as enthusiastic and comfortable as a dog at the vet, compulsory

I’ve been known to eat the dregs of soups and stews I made, like, a fortnight ago, as long as they looked and smelled all right. I haven’t died yet. I always reheat to basically boiling point though.

Year ten (third year of Australian high school, not sure what the US equivalent would be, but I was 15) a friend and I were talking via passed notes about an embarrassing sexual matter to do with her boyfriend. When the teacher saw and told me to give him the note I took the nuclear option and ate it. This was the

He was definitely using it as an excuse to be manipulative but I think as a general rule of thumb it kind of legit exists. It’s not an excuse to be shitty to a new partner though, the onus is on you to work through your shit. 

I’ve heard a formula/theory that it can take up to half the duration of a significant relationship to “get over” it once it ends and IMHO it kind of makes sense and was about that for mine. Given it’s only been six months I’d say cut yourself some slack. 

The walnut whirls were familiar territory at least appearance wise as they’re basically a fancied-up Walnut Whip, a Cadbury’s sweet that’s been around since about the 70s and most Brits would know. But I think the Cadbury’s ones don’t have a biscuit base or ganache, it’s just marshmallow fondant inside the cone. Like

It’s going to be so nice to be able to go out again, with lots of people, just a few, just another, alone, whatever.

Hahaha they include a dessert course in the tray? Okay then.

I legit don’t know whether this is a deeply pathetic story or not, but years ago , on the day we were supposed to be getting married before my ex broke it off, I did go by myself for dinner to the fancy restaurant where we were going to be having dinner with our immediate families (it wasn’t going to be a big