I would do the same to make cider, if I can find an industrial strength juicer. We tried it once with a shitty old Jack Lalanne model and burnt out the motor after a couple of pounds...
I would do the same to make cider, if I can find an industrial strength juicer. We tried it once with a shitty old Jack Lalanne model and burnt out the motor after a couple of pounds...
The color and lettering looks more designed to look good in video games than on TV.
I basically do this exact recipe, but toss in a few cloves of garlic. The immersion blender handles it well. When I have the time, oven roasting the garlic with olive oil and salt beforehand is amazing, especially if you’ve got cheap Chinese garlic that doesn’t have much taste.
I’ve always wondered if my choice of ugly produce to save a few bucks had an impact on food banks who usually inherit them. From what I was told by grocers, it doesn’t make a dent. Farmers love the concept because even at a reduced price, they still make way more profit than on the processing market.
Shaky Sherpa vs Steele Fortress was the hardest decision I’ve had to take lately, and I just bought my first house this week.
Every time I get back from a work trip, the first thing I do after giving my +1 a kiss is hit the bidet. No better feeling in the world.
Agreed with letting the kid win the first game. Then kick her/his ass in game two, but explain why they lost, be it by unlucky dice rolls or strategic error.
Holy shit Heather Graham played in this movie?? *Checks out Wikipedia*
Mrs.Goldenrack got a nasty yeast infection on our last trip overseas. It took three pharmacies to find someone who spoke enough English to understand. Thank goodness she had the empty box from her last prescription and a very sympathetic pharmacist, because our vacation could have taken a turn for the worse.
If he really had limp dick, he wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place.
I always bring back beer, but use socks as padding. A 12 ouncer fits perfectly in a sock, larger bottles I use a sock to pad the bottle cap. Wrapped in tshirts, never had a breakage yet *knock on wood*.
Just got back from a trip to Florida to see my folks, and it’s fucking Thunderdome on those planes when it comes to getting overhead compartment space. It also creates havoc at the gate, because everyone else is rushing to get in just to get a spot for their carry on. Add the fact that most of passengers were seniors…
A lot of brewers are prickly as hell. Any criticism, regardless of how constructive or “true”, doesn’t sit well with them. When my local pub’s beer tastes off, I just talk about it with the staff. If they agree, they’ll escalate it to the brewer. I don’t consider myself an expert, just a repeat customer.
Yikes, that’s cold.
Kinda sounds Marie Kondo-ish. Spend your disposable income, regardless of how little it is, on something that makes you happy. Sounds obvious, but it isn’t.
I haven’t either, but with my credentials, they wouldn’t pick me to guard a dirt farm in Buttfuck Arkansas, so my non-existant chances of nailing a plush gig in an Italian villa or Scottish castle aren’t worth plunking down hundreds of dollars.
I think my Japanese sex pillow might be a super-ultra-mega. I just call her Aikiko.
I would. And I would consider myself a sandwich.
Wasn’t there a post on Lifehacker somewhere along the lines of “Stop saying sorry”?
Agreed, dude is venting. He’s got a tough situation at home and doesn’t have the time and/or friend support, so he’s using the only outlet he’s got left, at work. I’m surrounded by parents of young kids at work, so I’m exposed to it daily. When we all eat together I can just whip out my phone and phase out, but when…