Don’t forget the ever-popular reason: “English adopted this word from another language, but god forbid we pronounce it as its original language would”. In the case of Worcester: blame the Romans.

(Thank you for knowing what a Rob Roy is. It’s my mother’s favorite drink, and man, the number of times we’ve had to explain how to make it… I’m not dinging the waiters/bartenders, I get that it’s a very out of style drink, and explaining it isn’t hard. It’s just so rare to find people who have heard of it these days,…

Wait, back up. How would having the feet skinned help you tell the difference between rabbit feet and cat feet? I would think it would be easier to tell with the skin *on*? (Cannot imagine mistaking cat feet and rabbit feet. They’re so different!)

Where would one obtain such a magical-sounding thing as hazelnut-walnut bread?

(Oh, you’re a Brandesian in the sense of “went to Brandeis”. I was trying to parse your comment as “Brandesian is a strain of Judaic practice? I thought Brandeis was just a justice? Okay...” Anyway! Greetings from Waltham! — not a Brandesian, but a former roommate, also not-a-Jew, got her ph.D. there.)

Who among us didn’t hear it in his voice? Man, I haven’t watched that movie for a good 20 years, yet I can still hear that as clear as day.

I will definitely keep my eye out for them when I’m next in that area.

Okay, true — sausage spices, sort of, but not really the flavor of sausage meat. I felt like none of the entries captured the meat component.

See, I actually get a *hint* of peppery sausage in the B&G ones, which is why they’re my favorite. But I would agree that it’s not *enough* of a hint. Needs more hint.

But that same year, the U.S. got Cappuchino-flavored, so it all balances out.

I WOULD BUY A PALLET-LOAD.

Sure, but Grandma Utz > Lay’s Kettle Cooked > Utz Kettle Cooked

No lie, whenever I am visiting my family in PA, I buy far more bags of Grandma Utz to take home than scrapple and pork roll combined. (And I buy quite a bit of both of those, believe me.)

I used to bite my nails when I was younger. I don’t any longer, (although I have never allowed my nails to get more than about 3/8ths of an inch long; also, they split, so I have to trim them frequently).

Solidarity. I just wanted to say that I don’t have long nails, have never had nails long enough to put polish on, and don’t see myself having nails any time soon. And yet... the tortiseshell and marbled turquoise both made me briefly wish for nails.

When I was a teen, I worked in a library in the summer on a resort island. The odd thing is that the the worst thing I ever remember dealing with was being on “sand duty”. (People would come down for vacation, and legitimately have library cards, come to the library and check out a billion picture books for their…

I think in MA it may vary from town to town. Even more annoying, in Cambridge MA, I believe the law is “no riding bikes on sidewalks in a commercial zone” or whatever the wording is. (Like, not where the shops are. But presumably it’s okay on residential streets? I don’t know. All I know is that nobody pays the least…

I think a lot of restaurants have simply given up, and they just put it on the menu as “Salmon Eggs Benedict”. It’s awesome to know it has a specific term, but...

Ohhhhhhhh my goooooddddddd.

Came here for this gif. Not disappointed.