This year is my sister and brother-in-law’s turn to have Thanksgiving on the his side of the family. There will be over 30 people (not including kids) who go out of their way to embrace the whole Irish Catholic it’s-not-a-party-till-there’s-a-fistfight funtimes. Last week my sister and her husband looked at their…

I know this wasn’t the purpose of the article (for that you’d need a link) but because of the comment I’m buying one of these and sending it to my sister. She has 35 coming for Thanksgiving so there should be some purpose the bowl could fulfill.

Ok...maybe it was the washing a toddler thing that threw me off. I thought it would be much deeper.

But that would be an restaurant industrial size bowls. Toddlers are like the size of a wiggly thanksgiving turkey times two.

How big a bowl are we talking about? I thought I did have a big bowl at the start of the article. But upon reading about all your bowl is capable of, I’m not so sure. 

What if instead of the pizza dough, the crust mixture is doubled with half of it sprinkled on top as a crumble of sorts? I’ve had bad experiences with pizza dough-both my own and purchased- to the point that I believe the gods just want me to use it as pizza and nothing else.

This is one of those instances where I thought that everyone did this because my family did:

Did management send only one employee out to deal with this mess? Typical.

Forget the fame fortune etc—Would you like to be an influencer? Because it seems both exhausting and not a little soul crushing.

Ages 13 to 38 cuts quite a wide swath. I’d be frightened of anyone over 35 who aspired to be an influencer.

So many years ago I worked at a restaurant/nightclub that served insects and meal worms on the menu. If you were inclined to do so, you could order a pesto-forward meal worm and cricket pizza. I’m not embarrassed to admit that I would usually share and eat the rejected-after-one-slice leftovers with my fellow…

Su Lin has a face that portends endless suffering. It’s the face that a baby gets just waking up with a sleepy smile—the kind of ethereal visage that both melts and assures you that your life choice was a good one—-only to then warp into a furious howl of anger. That is the face of a baby who is seconds away from…

Champagne!

For Halloween, it’s Palmer and Fun Dip--Let kids taste a little variety in life.

After church on Sundays my dad would make us grilled peanut butter sandwiches with diced raw onion mixed into the peanut butter with a side of dill pickle. It was amazing stuff and knocked the picky eater tendencies right out of us.

I’m going to assume (and hope) that the reason you can post this is that times are better for you now.

I once offered a Wegman’s brand cookie to a friend who’s last name was Firestone (she wasn’t, but she sometimes said she was).

Really? I don’t think I have--although I am old enough to remember being really freaked out by the Noid.

Thank all the gods--I was trying to figure out why my favorites weren’t listed. Especially the Noid!