And despite the high taxes and the general high prices of food over there McDonald’s in Sweden is still cheaper than the McDonald’s around the corner from my apartment, and I live in a pretty affordable/mixed-income section of Manhattan:

I’ve made a version of this more than once. I get bored making ragùs and bolognese sauces, and we always have cans of chili on hand, and blocks of cheddar, so why not something quick and easy.

I was pranked on my own birthday. I was out at a gay-ish restaurant with my now-husband and two other gay couples. We had been talking about how it was my birthday and thanks for the dinner. The server heard this. I went to the bathroom and when I got back a little cake was brought over, “Happy Birthday” sing-a-long al…

I recite this a lot to my long-suffering husband. I love peaches, they are my favorite fruit.

A passage from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

Your mistake was not moving to upstate New York and joining a SUNY no one has ever heard of:

In America it can’t be called Bake Off because Pillsbury has been sponsoring Bake Offs for decades and apparently they own the domestic copyright.

In Italy this is sometimes called the “menu turistico.” Why getting a main, a side, and a drink from a very limited selection from the general menu is called this I don’t know. Maybe they traditionally off-loaded stuff they had too much of at a discount to tourists, and the locals know what they want and don’t want to…

You’re making me remember an opposite story, and I’ll confess my idiocy.

And I hope Robert Francis “Beto” O’Rourke starts things off. “Gracias. Cuando yo...” in that flat American accent of his.

My black husband has an aversion to eggs and mayonnaise, I don’t really know why, but my careful reading of the Root tells me that mayo is the whitest food on the planet.

I love Florida. We (New Yorkers) used to own a place in South Beach, the Manhattan of the South.

I did the same thing and probably around the same time, but I’m older than you. I would take my dog to the dog run with my clipboard and paperwork and hound (sorry for the pun) the attendees to sign up to vote.

I’ve been, completely serendipitously. I was on this massive road trip to attend an upstate wedding. I drove all around, I took a few vacation days. 

This is absolutely ridiculous.

Serving his second term in the White House?

They say he’s crazy but he has a good time.

When I (a tall, white man) was a college senior in the Big 80s I latched on to a part-time gig being a go-fer in a big law firm. I was assigned to a very talented attorney who happened to be a black woman.

That is mesmerizing. I should really try to learn ASL. A friend once taught me how to sign “fuck off” but I’ve forgotten it. I bet NYC has free programs that teach it (maybe not vocab like bullshit and fuck off, but things like “Are you feeling OK?” and “Do you need help?”)