Oooh! Solution! Cube them and roast them until soft, and mix with toasted walnuts and feta cheese with a garlicky vinaigrette. It's so good that I made it for Christmas dinner and got a terrified call the next day from MrM all kinds of worried (TMI ahead) about why he was excreting red. He ate an entire pound of…

There is just something so mesmerizing about watching well-muscled men belly dancing. Damn. My camel has nothing on this. Though I do shimmy like a badass. (That said, one of the favorite parts of my life right now is the plethora of friends I have from the Eastern hemisphere with fascinations with Bollywood films and…

A "tasse" is a coffe/tea cup. "Demitasse" is a tiny/half-cup (like for Turkish coffee). :)

I had a very similar dream a couple of weeks ago. Weird. Bow to Mirena magic.

This is my life. The other half did that for MONTHS. Also just doesn't do the laundry because "I didn't realize your full hamper was dirty even though you asked me to do laundry days ago. "

Ooh! I like the idea of a "Millicurie" blog here. It might be a decent forum.

Seriously. The selenium, hexazinone, and cow poo I was handling on a quiet day for soil remediation work was more than toxic enough. Just about the only thing I screen for in my life is excessive high fructose corn syrup, what with the biomedical/physiology/biochemistry background I have and a love for my pancreatic…

Agreed, although the fact that I always get holes in the most awkward spots in my pants when they're wearing out is quite the bummer. The only benefit I can see to the thigh gap is the lack of crotch-region holes in my jeans well before they should be wearing out. :(

IUD insertion? Nah. I had my Mirena inserted when I was 20, had/have never given birth, and am rather on the small side. I had some pretty nasty cramping that night and bought my first and only pair of sweatpants since I was 12, and curled up in a ball, took some ibuprofen, and fell asleep. The next morning I was…

As someone who HATES to wear hose for that exact reason, but loves her corsets every now and then, I can tell you that, in my experience, the corset distributes pressure over a much larger surface area and is way less miserable. The waistband of those hose is absolutely vile. Also, hose/leggings/sweatpants or anything…

I like you.

Are you me? My mom is, to this day, my most trusted person. She's wonderful and always trusted me to be smart enough not to fuck up, or to call and ask for help if I did.

Long live Wash.

ME TOO!

Not gonna lie: I look downright murderous in every selfie I have ever taken.

This. This is why I don't own much white clothing at all. I am a klutz who likes coffee and Italian food and happens to be a messy scientist. Not good for white clothing.

My parents went vegan for awhile after I left for college and nobody could understand why my 14 year old sister gained 30 pounds in a couple of months. THIS IS WHY! And they were all critical of me and my diet. Dorm food ends up being healthier than packaged frozen vegan food meant to mimic meat, shockingly. *massive…

My solution? Drink tea (or coffee) while eating ice cream. They cancel each other out, and are both delicious. It's how I survive my ridiculous tea imbibing ways all summer and my ice cream eating needs all winter. And prevents brain freeze.

That is a fantastic idea and I'm stealing it.

Wait... That's for real? Parents doing their kids' homework is a thing? If my parents had done my homework, I'd have failed. But I went to a school where, instead of doing their kids' homework for them, they furnished their kids with mind altering substances and sent them to Ivy Leagues. That's definitely not better.