Yes. This NPR article is perfection. Even paleolithic people loved bread. Bread is great. Deal with it.

You are a god damn hero.

I’ve never had a reaction as serious as yours, but yeah I have a bad reaction sometimes. The annoying thing is that most of the time edibles are really relaxing for me and help fight my insomnia. But every once in a while it is a roller coaster of paranoia and muscle aches. I blame it on uneven dosing in baked goods.…

for realz. fuck i kept fast forwarding expecting them to be winding down but it. just. kept. going.

Yeah it has that Shannon Armond quality to it.

God dammit, Kanye, I wandered into this abandoned construction site to be alone for a minute!

Jesus christ. At a glance this pic looks like an abandoned Barbie doll in a sandbox. At second glance she looks like a murder victim.

If you have stairs in your house a really simple thing you can do is put the water on one floor and the food on another. That way he has to run up and down the stairs at least once every day to get what he needs. We did this for our fatcat and he lost about a pound.

Every year at the steakhouse all the employees get together and hold a candlelight vigil for Kreeos, the one that got away.

I lived with a girl like that. She would seriously eat bowls of re-heated frozen succotash, maybe an egg here or there, or if she was feeling fancy she’d cut firm tofu into cubes and just eat it. She also had crippling inadequacy problems and ended up turning into a horrible person after she got a sugar daddy. Weird…

I had negative money in my bank account. Butter was not happening.

I did this for like a week before breaking down and begging my ex for $100 dollars to buy food for the month and pay my gas bill.

Ok this is explaining a lot. I don’t think you deserved to be yelled at. Even the people who order a steak well done don’t deserve to be yelled at. I kind of understand the chef not wanting to serve a dish below his standards, though. But still, yelling should be reserved for the kind of people that send food back…

Please forgive me for having trouble conceptualizing this. You ordered nothing but a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and you wanted no sauce?

What was the context of this pasta dish? Were they noodles as part of a three course meal or something? It just seems really strange that dry was an option. I can understand not feeling any of the choices. I usually don’t care for most pre-meal soups and salads so rather than choosing any option I won’t like I just…

Thankfully he will eat anything put in front of him. He just doesn’t seem to particularly enjoy it in any way. He’s just like, “This is food. Thank you.” Unless it’s like pizza and then he loses his shit.

It is really gross, though. In a very very broke period of my life I once mixed raw white flour and crisco together in a bowl and ate it just to get some calories. I don’t know if it was the special seasoning of despair, but it is the worst thing I’ve ever eaten.

I have almost the opposite problem. My husband was raised by a family with abysmal cooking skills. Seriously their food is garbage. So when I do really simple things like add sea salt, red pepper flakes, and lemon juice to kale he’s usually like, “WHOA, Darcy, calm down with all this flavor! It’s like there is…

That all sounds ridiculously reasonable. My tenure in food service was limited to three months as a waitress and nine as a dishwasher. I endured so much of entitled asshats treating me like a robot. I can only imagine how much worse it would be to be the chef and have people just RUIN my personal creations.