goddammit, i saw this movie when i was a kid and the dog pee sandwich scene grossed me out so much and i’d mostly suppressed it and there you go, dragging it out into the open. rude.

i’m extremely sad that my internet travels didn’t stumble upon this glorious name of the year bracket until today, but moreover i am trying to wrestle my face into some semblance of Professional Lady at Work whilst deciding between Storm Duck and Pope Thrower. everything in the world is wrong and terrible except for…

kerrygold even makes gluten free bread tastes good. it’s rather delightful.

i had to give this one to kate, bc for me she won 4 out of 5 rounds, with kevin obviously taking it in round 3 with the cuban. that is one of my favorite sandwiches ever thanks to spending nearly a decade with someone from tampa. but kate wins in the end bc italian subs are my sandwich ideal, tuna is my nostalgic…

pretty much straight-up agree with everything you said, minus the tuna harshing, bc that stuff is my jam. but also, like others have said, nostalgia is a powerful thing and my childhood was filled with many tuna sandwiches. my mom made it the best and when i’m having a crap day, i just want one of those bad boys. not…

you shut your mouth this instant

25 bucks a pound for something the color of my grandparents’ refrigerator? i would ever so much rather go buy a few avocados and some good cheese from any store, even whole foods, and still have cash left over for chips, salsa, beans, sour cream, and maybe my self-respect.

can we be friends, this is pretty much my list. 

i love me all kinds of culinary treats, but i just cannot hack it with oysters. they look and feel like someone hocked a loogie and i’m supposed to cover it in hot sauce or horseradish and pretend like it’s food? and i’m gonna get charged and arm and/or a leg for the pleasure? not today, satan.

hmm. my need to keep most of my shit off social media is fighting with my desire to make side money through means that don’t involve delivering food or people. i’m not sure which part of my lizard brain to go with.

goddammit ecto cooler was my jam as a wee lass. 

this exactly. i didn’t really appreciate beer until i moved to the southwest. after just walking the groceries into the house in the middle of a july afternoon, holy goodness gracious, there is nothing better than a cold beer, and a light beer at that, bc i don’t want my stomach weighed down by, well, a regular beer.…

sounds about right. though i gotta say, i don’t know too many people my age here in AZ who are super healthy, but, that’s purely anecdotal and not statistical, so, why not. i do know, though, as a pre-diabetic fatty old millennial with bipolar II and depression who works two jobs just to make the rent let alone to pay…

this sounds delightful, but with a cramped, tiny-ass kitchen like mine, it’s probably not gonna happen, especially when it’s 117 outside and probably closer to 80 inside. what will happen, though, is me freezing a bottle into wine ice cubes, then chilling another bottle, and then enjoying a straight-up glass of…

i legit laughed out loud at that bit. i am a divorcee with two cats and fully appreciate that t swift is team cat lady. 

books + booze is amazing though, i fully support this activity.

this is legitimately how i make my mayo. i add everything to the immersion blender cup, fire up said blender, and 30 to 60 seconds later, mayo. no fuss whatsoever. 

nope, OSU. it was a weird year.

the dixie chicks on the wall, coparenting cats with panic man, the colors, the exploding snake, the ridiculousness of it all...oh my god i think i love it.

and here i am the exact opposite, i will take mini cups and regular reese’s over the holiday shapes any day. the peanut butter and chocolate ratio is just completely off and there’s way too much peanut butter in my opinion. then again what do i know, i developed a soy/peanut intolerance in my 20's and can’t eat…