There was a guy that used to work with us who would reheat scallops, sometimes two days in a row.  A good, fried scallop is a beautiful thing.  Reheated in a small, windowless office with 10 other people around?  Not so much....

Isn’t that because it’s typically the flavor of medicine, in a lot of places outside of the States?

“Dependable Dodge” as my mom would always say.

No, it’s not.

Pro tip? Don’t have kids.

Man, I haven’t had proper city chicken in awhile.  My Grandmother cubes it, skewers it and then puts in the pressure cooker first.  After that she coats it in the breading and fries it.  So juicy and tender.  

I ain’t mad about that.  I’ll take a thick cut, perfectly cooked pork steak any day of the week.

Just tell him you have the shits.

Used to live on a dirt road, if the *tickatickaticka* sound didn’t go away shortly after hitting the pavement, I knew to look for a stuck rock, or a damned nail.

Mine’s cranberry juice. I loved cranberry juice as a kid, perfect amount of sweetness that gave way to a wonderful, mouth puckering tartness.

Growing up we didn’t have AC, so in the sweltering, humid heat of mid-summer, my mom would run out for a quart of Neapolitan ice cream. She’d whip up a batch of waffles, and sandwich huge scoops of ice cream between two crisp, fresh from the iron, waffles, and call it dinner.

3D printed a cabinet drawer bracket that I most likely would never be able to find at the store, seeing as it’s from the 70's. 20 minutes and .05 cents of plastic later and its fixed, for now.

Slice thick rounds, dredge in flour/breadcrumbs, double fry it.  Serve on an open faced, toasted italian roll doused in marinara and fresh mozz, finished under the broiler for a few till the cheese is nice and bubbly.

Ugh, I took my motorcycle out every chance I could in the beginning.  It was glorious.  Now it feels worse than before.  

RE: the whole smart one minute dumb the next.

The wobble on that chuck doesn’t exactly inspire confidence. Something tells me using this for more than the occasional hole in sheetrock will kill this toy right quick.

Your neighbor sounds entirely too reasonable and level-headed. If he’s ever looking to move lemme know, couple of nice properties for sale on my block.

Olive oil sucks?! Thems fightin words my friend.  

Ugh, I don’t care anymore!  Just gimme the damn game!

Seriously, no idea what MyKinja is talking about over there.