Now & Then features Joanne Freeman & Heather Cox Richardson, two political historians discussing current events through the lens of history. They make it fun & entertaining.

I work in a hospital. We had a husband of a patient who had a parrot on his shoulder that he tried to convince us was a service animal. Uh, no.

I used to collect cookbooks and had over 200 at one time. Moving, twice in 3 years, will help cull the unnecessary but beautiful ones. I kept The Fanny Farmer from 1979-so well loved the spine and cover are broken. The original Victory Garden book is a book that became quite useful. Recent wonderful addition: Artisan…

I’m late but feel compelled to add 2 cents: I make a big something on my Sunday each week (could be Sunday, could be Wednesday) to bring each day for the next few. This week it was chili chicken verde. Two weeks ago it was roasted vegetables, quinoa, hummus and pita.

And Minnesota drivers already do (most of) the stuff in the article. Except for those who drive 4 wheel drive monster vehicles and think they can ignore the aforementioned rules and end up in a ditch.

I had mojo pork tonight for dinner-it was tasty! Is that what you meant? Citrusy and garlicky and porky and, mmmhhm, delicious!

That was solid-Beautiful!!

A-men! I don’t even work in the restaurant industry, but I love, Love, LOVE these stories!

Yes, says the username above! Of course *I’ve* never pushed my girls buttons. No, not me.

That is a weight you don’t deserve to carry. Fuck her!

That breaks my heart, on so many levels.

Mine too! I still refer to Glad and other knockoffs as Tupperware. “It’s in the Tupperware.”

Where is the pizza belt and does it come in extra large?

I’m jealous of people who can reach over like that; I’m 4’11. On the other hand, I usually have to duck under the sneeze guard at a salad bar to reach the back row, which is always where the good stuff (olives, blue cheese) is.

She must have been reading War and Peace.

Except these comments, which are golden. Oh, and comments on my local NPR website, which are somewhat less golden but still not a cesspool.

You win.

Ghetto’s upscaled cousin is urban. Same intent, different inflection.

When I was a kid we’d go to the same Lake Superior resort for vacation every summer. Part of the fun was the side trip to the nearest dump to look for bears. It was a regular thing! People would pull up in their cars and watch the bears come out of the woods to graze through the mounds of household garbage.

My rules: go to restaurants with server daughter. Either she figures the tip percentage out or, better yet, pays the tip while I pay the bill. She never tips less than 20% and often tips 50%.