the first christmas i was with my future former husband, my parents got me a 12-inch all-clad slope sided saute pan. my mom has pretty much everything all-clad, duplicates in some instances, so i know she was starting me on my own collection. the next year, she and my dad gave me an all-clad soup pot (with a matching…

i have several, but the one that remains nearest and dearest to my heart is one my roommate got me back in college nearly 20 years ago. it’s a smallish side of regulation standard black mug that says in white caps, ‘WAKE THE FUCK UP’ on both sides. i hold mugs with my left hand despite being right-handed, so i love a…

oh, no doubt. i love where i went to school, but even back in the early 00's, it was generally considered a ~bargain~ institution. i’m not sure too much money went to food as much as the specialty programs and staff. i mean we literally had pizza that had yesterday’s french fries and crumbled up hamburger patties on…

ah, sodexo. the reason i spent my meal plan dollars on edy’s ice cream and code red mt dew at the student union instead of venturing to the dining hall.

i don’t remember where we were, but my college roommate and i got a couple of these things once years ago and they were so stinkin’ cute that we couldn’t ever get rid of them. we would use them as wee percussive instruments from time to time, like castanets, because we were weirdos. good times.

market this ASAP

i always loved how the ~bad~ kids (dudley, crabbe and goyle at school) were rotund and gluttonous, but harry and ron routinely ate third helpings of everything (and whole eggs in one bite) but they were skinny bastards because they were the good guys. what gives, jk?

aww, dang! i’ve really enjoyed your writing and will definitely miss your voice around here. good luck in your future endeavors, and thanks for all the beer tip-offs that led me to new finds!

i mean...how do you not even think naan or butter chicken are good? i guess indian food just doesn’t taste enough like his own asshole so he can’t enjoy it.

pretty much. my brother and i still wax nostalgic (sort of) for the thanksgiving of 1997, because that was the gnarliest clean-up we ever had to do. six adults, two kids, my grandma’s ill-equipped retirement home kitchen, and a mess that just kept regenerating as drunk grown-ups kept bringing in more plates while we…

the first thanksgiving i cooked by myself was in a kitchen the size of a closet in a very old apartment (built pre-1900 at any rate) in columbus ohio. my partner and i were there while he went to OSU and i worked retail to keep the roof over our heads. neither of our families were close at hand, and we were broke in…

...thanks to being super sick for the last two days of my pay period and double thanks to the heroin junkies who stole my car last week (recovered as of sunday, thankfully), my partner and i lost a bunch of my paycheck and our ability to run grub hub over the weekend to make up for it. here’s to making thanksgiving on…

ugh, can confirm. my partner and my aunt (while the farthest from trump supporters you could get, thankfully) are both gluten-sensitive and i’ve had to suffer my share of gluten-free products. there are a few genuinely good, solid options out there - tate’s gf chocolate chip cookies and kroger gf thin-crust pizza are…

i’m not in florida and have never been in a publix, but in arizona they sure seem to. they have signs at the front of pretty much every store saying ‘service animals only’ but by law you can’t ask if the animal is a service animal or not, so people just bring their dogs everywhere. the other day i was pre-thanksgiving…

lol, fair enough. all i know is i was used to driving in northern virginia/dc and never saw anything as batshit insane as what people do around here.

as a tucsonan i will take one for the team: we can’t drive for shit in this town. seriously, nobody can. after living here for 15 years, my best conclusion is that it’s the combination of retirees and snowbirds, reckless college kids, and everybody here being from somewhere else in the country and bringing all their…

well, i don’t think they’ll ever stop selling it, so honestly, if haters hate, it’s just more cranberries for me. i think it goes really well with all the heavy, dense, savory food at thanksgiving and it lightens it up without being something silly like a salad. 

oy, thank you. i despise meat in my stuffing - the turkey is the meat y’all, wtf is this sausagey business? i want a lovely melange of bread and mir poix and all those sagey, thymey herbs - not sausage. boooooo.

oh, well now this partially explains why my ex-husband loved to say he’d sue over this, that, or the other minor inconvenience. i didn’t realize florida man had access to easier lawsuits.

i don’t get it either. i’ve been a couple times with friends because my college had one across the street from campus, and it was bland. so, so bland. i mean it didn’t even seem like it had any salt in it- it was just fried and gloop-covered blandness on a plate. maybe that location just sucked, but, if any others are…