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I very much like spicy cocktails and this sounds delicious. Are you sure, though, about a 12-second shake? I use a metal shaker and generally shake my drink until condensation begins for form on the shaker, usually around 25 to 30 seconds.

A local restaurant here in SF (Zazie in the Cole Valley neighborhood, a thirty-some seat French bistro with patio out back) has abolished tipping and initiated paying their servers a living wage (and provides sick days, vacation days, and health care coverage). Zazie has also established a profit sharing scheme in

1891 pants would be embroidered, not “stamped” as the article says they are, and the embroidery shown reads VR. By 1877 Victoria was Empress of India as well, and her title would be abbreviated VR&I, Victoria Regina & Imperatrix.

Hamilton?

Google Eduardo Sousa, who produces foie without gavage. He began working on this technique several years ago and has had success. His geese live on a 500 hectare farm (fenced to keep predators out) and eat naturally. Yes, it’s more expensive; his production is lower as his geese livers are smaller than those of other

A lousy 10k (as in thousands, not carat gold) is the cost of the most absurd luxury item? Google “absurd luxury items” and take a look at the espresso machine that cost $20,000.

What if the sex worker the husband hires is male? Is that all right with the law? Or is it only sex with a female sex worker? And why or why not?

In the movie she’ll be played by Meryl Streep who, unlike Dolezal, will actually become black.

Quite eight years ago when I was 51 and haven’t smoked since nor spent a day that I didn’t wish I could have just one more. I know that I can’t, primarily because I will never be capable of going through the physical act of quitting again.

That’s what the Mother Jones article that Miller refers to just did. Really, it’s time for people to drink what they like. My mother-in-law discovered white zinfandel late in life, a sweet wine that didn’t appeal to me, but she was so happy to find a wine she loved — and that she could finally, in good conscience, use

Our head network engineer would, upon sitting at anyone else’s machine, immediately empty the recycle bin. No warning. Just gone. We loved him.

I hope they build it with all that glass per the original design; the sun will bake them into little uber cookies in no time. Yes, I said the sun. Even in San Francisco we get sun and warm weather two months out of the year, those months being September and October.

Wonder what would happen if the IOC was given this much scrutiny.

The Pitch: Bear Baiting. One hour of action and thrills as genuine poor people compete to live the longest in a pit full of live bears. The bleachers are filled with their friends and family who stand to win fantastic prizes as the competitor’s legatees.

42 years ago and counting. The English teacher who made us learn those lines by rote told us we would remember them until we were dead and we all though, what a maroon....

That is a great cookbook. Really practical stuff, well-written recipes... I use that one a lot.

Absolutely. They’re the best I’ve ever tried, real anchovy fillets. Sad to say they’re running about $12 a jar here in SF, they may be lower in other parts of the country. They dissolve almost immediately when added to a tomato sauce, and the interesting thing is the number of anchovy converts I’ve made over pasta

And buy good anchovies. In some markets you’ll find a wide price range, from a few bucks to ten dollars or more. You may find you enjoy the least expensive brand and that’s great; just realize that it’s possible the more expensive brands come packed in better oil. (My favorite brand has an anchovy fork taped to the

I was in IT with a law firm and did the training on How We Did Things, I would always casually mention that they should never write anything in an email that they wouldn't mind seeing projected on a white board in a conference room full of their peers. Some of them got it. Some, sadly, did not. Oh, the fireworks....

Ah, the ever-popular arms-crossed-hands-pushing-my-biceps-to-make-them-look-bigger pose, beloved of gym-going men everywhere.