I had a conversation with a friend about how the hell did Beto O’Rouke (not a fan, but would love to have a beer with) lose to this piece of shit. Apparently, that piece of land doesn’t deserve better.

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I usually dismiss anything that Chuck Lorre’s name is on because I hate Two and a Half Men, but this show resonates with me. I (an alcoholic) would find myself watching this at 3am with my recovering boyfriend during quarantine. I get a good laugh, but just feel shame that I don’t quit. I’m working on it.

I bet that he’s one of those that doesn’t tip on his drinks.

Besides him taking his life and his love for travel, his death hit me hard. My late husband loved to travel and we were planning to do it often. As for suicide, I think of it on a daily basis.

Widow on her fifth year here. I have been angry this whole time over my husband’s death. Anthony Bourdain’s death brought up a lot of feelings. We were both fans of him. We would watch his show every Sunday after watching the Simpsons and Bob’s Burgers. This was our Sunday tradition if we didn’t’ have dinner with my…

I also made an awesome flatbread with an onion jam that I made because I had too many onions. Strong cheese makes it good.

I’m always open to try new things. Next to tripe, raw onions (no matter what kind, except very thinly sliced red onion on a salad) is a nope to me.

Same. My late husband and I enjoyed his shows and his takes on food. Also, that Archer cameo.

There’s a place I used to go to here in Chicago called The Bad Apple that has a burger called “Elvis’s Last Supper” which has bacon and peanut butter. I haven’t tired it.

My brother put peanut butter on a Whopper before. I tried it and it was okay. We were both sober, so I’m not sure what excuse to use for this besides my brother having the palate of a pregnant woman.

I’d take anchovies over raw onions anytime on my pizza. The one thing that messes up the enjoyment of grabbing a slice of pizza straight from the fridge and biting into it is raw onions. Sautéed, okay. Raw, no.

In the beginning phase of the lockdown (the “oh shit! I’m terrified to step into Mariano’s” phase) and before I embraced grocery delivery, I did substitute hot dogs for andouille. With enough spices, it was palatable.

The struggle is real. Last week, my boyfriend’s strict diet of pizza, quesadillas, and cheese filled pretzels finally caught up to him. 

Now I’m kicking myself for it. Earlier this week, my boyfriend were debating about going to Culver’s or Portillo’s for lunch. We went to Portillo’s.

Also raised Catholic. My brother would piss my parents off by giving up meatless Fridays by enjoying a burger that day.

On Monday, I was in the mood for a fish sandwich for lunch and ended up going to Portillo’s. It was underwhelming, but it did its job. I’ll try this next time we go to Popeyes since my boyfriend craves the chicken sandwiches almost once a week.

The last couple of seasons of Family Guy have been absolutely terrible (and I didn’t think they could get worse, but they did). It’s like the writers are just phoning it in.

Agreed on the minimization. I suffer from anxiety due to past events. When I’m overwhelmed, I make the mistake of ranting to my mother, who is the queen on minimizing other’s problems. She will say something in the lines of “So? Let me tell you about [someone else] and [problem that has nothing to do with the…

I’m on Team Red Pozole. My dad is from Michoacán, so growing up, we’ve always had red pozole and white pozole for the kids and those who can’t handle spice. I would sit there and eat it all day if I can. We just started making green chicken pozole, which is a nice change, but I hold red close to my heart.