I vaguely remember being dragged to the Dayton’s Sky Room as a youth, by my mom who was attending some event or another.  I think I had the meatloaf.

Peanut butter and spicy brown mustard.  You try things when wilderness camping with a limited pantry, and some of these will surprise you.

The ICE guy’s claim of “discrimination” rings hollow since all of those people could just quit their jobs, for example, because they found them unethical or abhorrent.  “Just following orders” does not have a strong track record of absolution, after all.

One thing about those brown butter chocolate cookies- they are the perfect chocolate chip cookies to deliver to someone else.  I once mailed someone a batch and he ate them all in one day and got really sick.  That ranks on my “proudest moments as a baker.”

If Arby’s has access to industrial sous vide technology, why are they highlighting the cuts of beef which are naturally tender but lacking in flavor instead of the incredibly flavorful cuts which require ingenuity to make tender. Where is my oxtail sandwich Arby’s?

So the last set makes me wonder “why no ‘sexy Forky’?”

Regarding the “private worlds only for subscribers” thing- is this the first time an MMO has asked people to pay for the privilege of *not* playing with other people?

Why did he have to reactivate the cup for an additional surcharge? Is it $16.99 for the cup and unlimited* refills on the day you buy it, then you can get unlimited* refills on a subsequent day for $8.99? This seems like an exorbitant price for soda even though those Coke Freestyle machines are neat.

The Twilight Sparkle card namechecks Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and presumably Fluttershy.  Does this imply the existence of another forthcoming set, or was there one before?  Or is this just another Steamflogger Boss situation?

This is why I ask for my pizza square cut- it builds a sense of community to share the unpleasantly spicy part of the pizza and it shares the burden because any one individual needs to eat less of it.

I’m mildly agoraphobic, so I don’t really like going out to restaurants to eat.  But nonetheless I find it comforting to believe that a restaurant is a physical place that I could go to if I wanted to.  So there’s something just disquieting about “virtual restaurants”.

In addition to what other people have mentioned, the show is consistent between seasons in “how the supernatural metaphysics work” because all the seasons are set in the same world, just in different times and places, so the show won’t bother to explain “how ghosts work” because it already did that multiple times, and…

I’m pretty sure the pumpkin came from a can, but apples do store surprisingly well.

You know how they got that name? The two people founding the convenience store had last names that started with K and G, so they had initially planned for “Kome and Go” but the sign maker charged by the letter and the rest is history.

I’ve never exactly understood what the point was of telling these implausible stories about how your neighbors are trying to poison/corrupt/whatever you with their Halloween candies. Just to promote a general sense of paranoia or what?

I keep the Chi-Chi’s medium around in the cupboard (or fridge) for cooking with, it’s pretty perfect for that.  Plus they sell the big containers for like $3 at Sam’s Club.

I’m a lapsed magic player, but I always found “preventing the opponent from playing” to be the most satisfying way to win.   Who can deal damage most efficiently is less interesting than “trying to have a countermeasure for everything.”

Help me understand Domino’s position here.  It feels like they are spending a lot more money on lawyers to contest this than they would need to pay tech people to make their website work with screen readers.

So by that standard are Pokemon cards money? Since I can find people who will give me money for them. Not necessarily very many people, but the same can be said about cryptocurrencies.

It really feels like “put it all in your mouth at once” is the absolute worst way to enjoy good whiskey.  I mean, other than putting it in your butt.