The costuming? The tiara? The red overlay in the gif you linked?

Not knowing Swedish, and since it was written in blood, I assumed it meant Blood for Blood. Glad I was closer than numbers 1 & 2.

“But doctor, I AM Player X.”
Funny joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.

I called my local grocery store about this, and while I wasn’t table to talk to the produce manager, someone confirmed that there was a company-wide email saying that the closest to here (in RI) was shipped to Maine. So yeah, MA, RI, and CT are good.

I don’t know where you’re getting Halloumi for less than $7, but tell me your secrets.

Honestly, the breakfast is the best part of my yearly work trip to Germany. At some of the hotels, they have lox as well, and my god I’m in heaven.

And three different kinds of olives; red, purple, and green (on a stem, no less!)

That recipe was posted here a few years ago, and while pretty close, it uses roasted garlic cloves. So, it’s a VASTLY SUPERIOR aioli.

This site posted a recipe (or maybe just a guide) for Tuom. That stuff is glorious, and my god you will have raw garlic burps for DAYS.

Ellen ReGenerates!

I’m very late to the party, so you may have already done something with them. With squash this large, the seeds can get a little toothsome. My suggestion is to shred it. Slice into vertical quarters or more, remove any seeds if they seem tough, and push them through the shredding disc of your food processor. From…

Michael Jackson’s white alter ego

Wait, so you’re telling me it was SHAKESPEARE that created the classic trope of being chased out of a room by a bear?!

I’ve been to the one in Bruges. An old couple sat next to us, telling us they’ve gone there every wednesday for 30 something years. Then the husband told us that only women drink doubles and men drink triples. We all looked at our doubles we were drinking and weren’t sure if he was insulting us or not.

The one in…

It’s because you’ve been eating it wrong your whole life. Try Mayonade, the thirst spreader.

Yeah, instead of diluting it with water, add the seltzer.

I’d like a single plum, floating in perfume, served in a man’s hat.

The one involved in the Franco-Prussian War.

Eww.

Everything about this story seems rather fishy.