I mean...I’d watch it.

I was not expecting to crave a Lunchable pizza this afternoon--but here we are.

Yay! I love this column; it’s like seeing an old friend who has been abroad for several years, returning with a tendency to eat deepfried olives and a weird hangup about bread.

I saw someone on youtube make one of her cakes, and I thought my teeth would retract into my skull in fear. Ten year old me? Very down. Thirty-two year old me, who needs to pay her own dental bills? Not so much!

My electric sewing machine. Turns out, I don’t like electric sewing!

I’ve since replaced it with a treadle.

Ricotta is very expensive where I am, so I’ll likely only make it the once; but what a beautiful once.

This just makes me want a soft pretzel with mustard, rather than a doughnut.

Oh, I am going to make the heck out of this.

I hope whoever thought this was a good idea gets better soon. Thoughts and prayers.

Imagine port, and now make it bubbly, less sweet, and less...I guess cloying? Thick?
The carbonation just mellows the whole thing out, and turns it from a more winter-type beverage to something you could drink on a summer afternoon without feeling like it’s too heavy.

To really offend people, I also enjoy a port spritzer. I don’t really muck around with flavours--bog standard sparkling water suits me fine--but it is a nice little treat at the end of the day.

Can’t get over people coming to a website called Lifehacker and complaining that the writers use the term hack.

Clinical depression is not “feeling down”, for one. I acknowledge that the term has been watered down in recent years, but depression is a legitimate medical diagnosis that doesn’t just mean someone is sad about something. 

The real news of this article.

For the elderly, the disabled, people who get ill before their weekly grocery shop, single parents, working parents, people who work 12 hour shifts, and any one else who just doesn’t have a whole lot of time/ability to stand on their feet for long, grocery pickup and delivery is phenomenal.

This. 20 year old Kaitlyyn taking a picture of her food the table over? Bothers me not at all. She paid for it, she’s allowed to be impressed with it being pretty.

So, I made this for dinner as a deviled egg, and I gotta say: pretty good!

Oh, this is clever, why have I never thought of this?

Terrifying, thank you for your service!

I dunno, I love the Placebo cover.