I put it in the fridge, but only because I like all my pickly things to be cold as fuck.

Omurice was one of my favorite breaks-fast growing up, so my answer is: yes, obviously.

In a normal country, this would just be the inane musing of a goofy-ass CEO. In the failed US, it’s a hair’s breadth from actual practice. It’s the “wellness” inversion of republican “let them die” bootstrap healthcare.

Dream candy: Thin disks of extremely dark, very mildly sweet chocolate, thickly dusted with macha. Served with tea.

I’m playing a little fast and loose with the definition of salad, but I’m just not comfortable calling pasta salads a “salad”. I have to draw the line somewhere.

What the shit, bro? Salads, or salad-like things (banchan, wakame salads, etc) are obviously the best part of every meal.

When I was young, the first thing I learned how to make was tuna salad. My dad taught me. I later discovered that it was quite literally the only thing he knew how to make. My mom was always happy to teach me a few basics of Japanese home-cooking when I wandered into the kitchen.

I just feed my tree down the disposal. Same way I get rid of dead batteries.

Having grown up in Chicago, I absolutely love giardiniera. Sometimes I get a craving to eat a small bowl of it (well drained, of course) like a tiny, hyper-salt spicy salad. Giardiniera and elotes are Chicago’s great gifts to the world (neither are from Chicago).

Fallout is incredible — Fallout 2 is a masterpiece. I think Baldurs Gate 2 came out around the same time, so it was an era of shockingly-good sequels. 

Borscht, Ramen, Tom yum. These are pretty much the three soups you need. Constant rotation.

I’d rather eat actual sea foam.

Human meat cooked hastily over an open fire.

I found a revolver that has 1 shot, and there’s a perk that makes the last shot in the mag do double damage. That’s my cyberpunk 2077 story.

I believe we can work with these rabid coyotes. Yes, they’re frothing at the mouth, and their minds have turned to slush. And yes, they are in the process of eating us alive. But surely we can talk — ah they’re tearing out my throat now.

Holy fuck, that is bonkers.

I just manually count each frame. I’m a true gamer.

Every time I make soup or stew, I just substitute the broth for jello. Does the trick every time. Who doesn’t love a nice room-temp bowl of jellied cioppino?

How do they fit all the games in there? My copy of Cyberpunk2077 alone takes up about 45,000 floppy disks. Had to clear a lot of space in my garage.

Copper? Haha, real pros only cook with high-temperature superconducting pots.