Caramel is my least favorite sweet thing. It’s too sweet. I’d have to cut it with...sour cream.

Or green grapes.

Yup. This. I can drink absolutely room temperature black coffee when it’s really good black coffee. It’s a habit I picked up when my children were toddlers and I never got the chance to sit down and enjoy a cup, unbothered. But not Starbucks coffee-it’s too strong or bitter or something.

Wouldn’t it also add some unwanted grit?

I think it’s because the sugary sweetness will balance out the over-saltiness of the pizza; presuming it was pepperoni. But still; why?

Also, the Blondie/sour cream story confirms my theory that most restaurant desserts are too sweet, and a little something tangy/salty/ goes a long way towards fixing the issue. Of course this does nothing for (presumed) people who put grape jelly on pizza.

Those of us without dicks/cocks/nuts would be boob punched?

There are so many golden sentences in these pieces, but I think “at least she ordered diet soda” slays them all.

I made a deli style sandwich loaf with ciabatta, prosciutto, ham, pesto and veggies, I made hummus and pita chips (MUCH better than store-bought), I made caprese salad and balsamic vinaigrette, I made slow cooker chicken wild rice soup (disappointing) and I’m making fermented pickles (day 3 of 5 now). Average week.…

I live in MN, land of pop. Just to be different, I call it soda. Some people look at me like....wha?

Being that butter will melt w/friction and heat, I can’t believe it works very well as a ‘vehicle’ for masturbation. At least not in a bag. As a hand lube, okay then.

Not being a poc I’ve never thought that about her. But I’m the last person to be able to see what’s between the lines in this kind of thing.

OR that they were allergic to gluten, so therefore can’t eat green.

mmmmmm peppers are deliciously crunchy. Raw, cooked or pickled.

I don’t know if I’d say better, but torts are wonderful! Manny’s Tortas in the Midtown Global Market in Mpls is...OMG words fail me.

I’ve had food poisoning from restaurants more than once (ribs at one place, salade nicoise at another) and never seen a hair in my food.

When I got married, back in dinosaur times, I didn’t have any attendants, and my daughter, getting married next month isn’t either. It’s the way to go! No confrontations (snerk) and fewer thank you cards to write.

Chickens are not mean. Dumb, maybe, but not mean. Turkeys, on the other hand-are incredibly mean.

In theory I love to bake. So I buy all kinds of odd shaped pans and such. I have a Kransekage mold used once. No one I know likes kransekage-or knows what it is for that matter. And an almond loaf pan used never.

Party Pilz are what we in the emergency room would call the pain relievers a patient would ask for on a Friday or Saturday night. Like, ‘I hurt my back...need some Vicoden’, or ‘I have a headache, need some Demerol’. They were just there for the party pills!