Seriously. Palmer makes the worst. And while I like the kitsch aspect of their bunnies, the boxes are rather bulky, taking up valuable real estate for an intensely disappointing payoff.

My first reaction was “why, so it can taste bad?!” But 5mg is like. Never mind.

She has repeatedly shrugged at the suggestion that she rename it, and she definitely brought that name with her from WD-50 to Momofuku. So she owns that.

I mean, it’s CDC research we’re talking about here. That’s not conspiracy theory stuff, it’s just factual. The very same memo points out that they haven’t been able to directly link sun tea or tea pitchers to an outbreak of E. coli infection, but it’s probably worth not making sun tea if you have someone…

Legally speaking, you absolutely must finish the last bite UNLESS you can prove you’re actually sweating from the strain of meat on your bowels. Even then, you must demonstrate to everyone at the table that you have undone your belt and the button on your pants while muttering something along the lines of “hoo boy,…

The same memo points out the the spigot on most pitchers people use for brewing tea are basically little bacterial breeding grounds, so maybe we should just leave this to the experts at Turkey Hill.

I hadn’t considered this until you made the comment, but it’s a good thought. It’s possible that the host assume it was a pricy bottle, or maybe they felt guilty about not getting it out, but it’s also entirely plausible that they just don’t want this wine hanging around.

THIS is the math we need to talk about. Oh, congrajidations on saving $400 when you’ve been spending about that much a week on dining out?! Wait ‘til I tell this guy about white bread and cold cuts!

Valar gīmigon bisa iksis doru-borto.

Oh, cool! I identified all these flavors correctly as OM NOM NOM NOM!

One of my coworkers recommended replacing the stupid PF support half-socks with hiking socks. The cushioning was a great relief, they provided a bit of arch support and helped keep my ankles a bit straighter when I slept.

First of all, there’s not a lot I wouldn’t do for the right amount of money and/or swag.

I am fully on board with salads that remove all lettuce, quinoa and tortilla strips.

Okay, but we need to discuss something: places where they bring out your coleslaw first, as if it’s a salad. No, okay. No. You take forkfuls between bites or glop it onto your chili dog, but you absolutely do not eat it solo with a couple club crackers.

I don’t love it, either. I think there’s a whiff of actual peanut taste in there, but that’s not why I picked up a Butterfinger. Overall, there’s just less flavor and they’re even more of a mess than before.

I feel like they need to rework the chocolate now to keep the things together. The thin layer of untempered chocolate is just too loosey goosey for the innards.

Yeah, my motion sickness will really speed everyone up.

They claim that they’ve changed the recipe to make them always crispy and to taste “better” which of course means I hate it and am underwhelmed. Some people might be impressed, though. I find that they’re even more brittle than they used to be. We got a bag of fun size bars and every edge and half the ends are…

I used to work in a recycling center, crushing the cans one by one.

In a situation where you likely have little control over anything – the snacks, the decibel level, the person you have to make idle chit-chat with while cupping a filmsy paper plate precariously in your hand – The Edge Piece gives you back the illusion of choice, as small and empty as it may be.