My instant gratification is a $4 New Orleans-style iced coffee from Blue Bottle Coffee. I feel like a walking Bay Area stereotype ordering it, but it's one of those guilty pleasures I can't refuse.

AND you can justify this further drinking as "helping your digestion."

I almost never have room for dessert because I am a huge pig, but most of these places have a nice Port list. Usually a waiter is giddy to talk about the Ports.

What kind of people do you think read this website?

I don't know why anyone is surprised that the group of 40 had no qualms about not calling ahead! Hell, they thought the SUN should stand still for them.

We make ours on Sunday and then freeze them in a muffin tin. Weekday morning, we wake up, throw a few of them of them in a pot, heat it up, throw cut up an apple or toss in some raisins, crumble up a handful of walnuts, a pinch of brown sugar, good to go.

i had the (mis)fortune of learning this last winter. not sneakers per se, but i broke out an old pair of boots (nike acg's) after the nth snowstorm and me going "that's probably the last snowstorm...i definitely don't need to get a proper pair of snow boots". they seemed fine when putting them on. it wasn't til i got…

Now think about how much wine you drink relative to water.

Those people will have to be dealt with. Hunt them down. Give them a scraping they'll never forget.

The end is deer.

Vermison, even?

My cattle dog has learned how to open the cabinet to the kitchen trash, and when I catch him at it he just sticks his head farther into the cabinet and holds very, very still. I'm not a T-rex, buddy. I know you're in there.

I was 21 yrs old and a student at university in Canada when the shooting happened. I remember the shock of the night but more than that, I remember the people I thought were allies turning their back on the truth.