I just went online and bought everything at once - with the exception of dairy, like cream cheese, butter, eggs - but only after calculating the cost + shipping, compared to ordering from brand websites, like Wilton for cupcake liners and new pans, or supermarket sites like Kroger, etc. Once I added in shipping costs…

Back when I worked at Tower Records Honolulu, we worked half-days but got double-time for the big three holidays - Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s - but we had to take one of those days off. People would be trading those shifts like crazy, trying to arrange when they could be home and still work a day, or…

There’s a seafood buffet here in Hollywood that has a problem with some people taking all of an item the moment it’s put out. Primarily crab legs and prawns.

Pillsbury makes a sugar-free fudge frosting that’s not too bad if you’re having serious chocolate withdrawals. It’s worked for me in a pinch when I thought I was absolutely going to DIE if I didn’t have some chocolate. A single spoonful just makes me...happy.

Depends on the peanut butter, and depends on the chocolate. 

Nope, can’t do it. Lima beans are foul.

I will also sometimes add garlic, or parmesan cheese. And cream will give you incredibly rich mashed potatoes.

I like the taste of chocolate and mint, but mint does terrible things to my GERD.

This article feels unfinished - like you ran out of steam halfway through. Surely there was more? Examples of stigmatized properties? Stories of buyer’s remorse? Purchases that had happy endings? Something?

jello shots for grown-ups

Ah, Circus Peanuts! Loved them as a kid, and ashamed that I’ll still eat them today...sugar rush-inducing, glucose-raising, creamsicle-adjacent horrors that they are. My husband and I can eat through a small bag in a day, then I’ll hate both of us.

Still preferable to your kids getting Edible gummies. Although I’m sure there’d be some parents who would loudly declare it an outrage, then quietly dig them out of the garbage after making a big display of throwing them out.

Whoever handed out that candy has some serious balls.

Oh, for the love of...you’d think somebody might have said something at some point.

I’ve found something like that in a very old forgotten container. It’s definitely mold.

If you want to talk about the inside of your mouth being shredded by something you’re eating, nothing is worse than a bowl of Cap’n Crunch. Loved that cereal as a kid, but I don’t dare eat it now because I have enough problems.

Oooh, “Red Right Hand” by Nice Cave and the Bad Seeds! One of the coolest and creepiest songs he ever recorded. And very much a Halloween song.

What the - ? Where the hell is “Dead Man’s Party” by Oingo Boingo? It’s just not a Halloween party until you play “Dead Man’s Party”.

That...is...hilarious.