I really wish we lived in a world in which people who are famous for being good at an unrelated job nonetheless face meaningful repercussions for their opinions which are wrong, ill-considered, or dangerous.

I am allergic to shrimp, crab, lobster, etc. I do not know if this means I am also allergic to clams, scallops, oysters etc. but I’m not going to pay money, or chance it, to find out.

I mean, I am ride or die on grid cut pizza, I just object to calling Missouri “the Midwest”.

I had a similar experience with a pasta salad kit that I bought at the grocery store. Sort of thing with the pasta along with seasonings and dehydrated veg all in one bag. I opened the box, and noticed that the unopened bag had an alarming number of moths desperately trying to escape; I think there were eggs laid in…

So I’ve never had a burrito at Qdoba that I genuinely enjoyed; what am I doing wrong? I think the issue may be that I have high standards for queso fundido and skip it at fast casual.

I thought the content warning was “the horrifying story behind it” in the article title. My apologies.

One time I got one of those small boxes of raisins out of the pantry, and thought “this would be a good snack” and opened it up and started eating it. It was dark, and I thought “these taste kind of funny” and I turned on a light and what do you know the box was squirming with maggots.

I bet they think Charlie Daniels actually won that fiddle contest too. (Clearly the judges were just biased against Satan.)

I concur that the “pineapple pizza” is akin to one of those “high degree of difficulty” competition dives. If you screw it up, it’s gonna be a lot worse than if you did something easier with the same degree of competency. Like I’ve had some dire pepperoni pizzas, that were nonetheless tolerable.

Personally, I’m hoping that Sonya, or Cassie, or Jacqui or whomever uses time powers to go back and dismantle the patriarchy in their ending. At least then I can be conflicted about “which ending is best” (It’s still almost certainly Jax’s though.)

I mean, it wasn’t a great plan even from the objectives of the perpetrators; Miralax is extremely gentle- it’s what they give to like babies or the elderly to ease constipation because there’s basically no way it can hurt you. I mean, the pre-colonoscopy routine of “drink 2 whole bottles mixed with gatorade (so you…

I feel like if I’m just going to take a bite into a whole lemon, the rind might be the least unpleasant part of that experience.

Would it be appropriation to just use an indigenous word, which is not an identifier for a group of people, in your business name? I’m just saying because the Ojibwe word for “coffee” is “makade-mashkikiwaaboo” which is just a delightful concatenation of syllables.

As someone with a background in physics, I already know the speed of light: it is 1.

My saskatoons are bushes, and are not quite tall enough to be out of rabbit reach. If I had the tree ones, I probably wouldn’t be able to harvest them all.

So far as I can tell there has yet to be a “defense of gamers/gaming” that has not made me, a person who enjoys video games, think less of the medium and its enthusiasts.

I’m really hoping the rabbits don’t eat all my saskatoon berries this year so I can make jam out of them.

I contest, though that chess pie needs another flavor in it. Whether it’s lemon or buttermilk or coconut, chocolate, nuts, or whatever it’s just not enough to do sugars, milk products, eggs, vanilla, and corn meal.

So I looked up the recipe and it’s basically a lemon chess pie without the lemon (just add more fat and sugar to compensate for the loss in flavor.) I was hoping it would have been something more exciting.

So an Instant Pot is just an electric pressure cooker (at least here, I hear tell it has more settings) so this same approach would work in any pressure cooker, right?