Turnabout’s fair play, so here’s my fave: Michael Symon’s Tomato and Blue Cheese Soup.

Dill pickles, potatoes, and Old Bay? I am so there.

You can buy them frozen, and you just have to nuke ’em. Maybe mix in some cooked bacon and a dash of liquid smoke to give them that slow-cooked flavor.

They are great, as are mustard greens. But you need hot pepper vinegar to put on top. Malt vinegar will do in a pinch.

Also “Fast Times At Ridgemont High.”

Perfect (’80s gym movie), Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, and more that I can’t dig out of my memory.

Do sea lions live under rocks?

Last night, Rachel Maddow had a segment on Flint’s mayor, who doesn’t have much power, but her emergency declaration back in December started the ball rolling on this.

She is always awesome.

Trump is full of shit. The Cruz campaign tactics aren’t illegal, just garden-variety rat-fucking.

The Buchanans are probably on the tail end of the East Nashville “elite.”

Wrong! Taylor should be eating at Sperry’s like a rich Nashvul Girl.

Broke is temporary; poor is long-term.

Darlin’, if you have to ask, you can’t afford it. Furthermore, if your grandaddy didn’t go to MBA (fancy prep school), they won’t let you in the door.

Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.

Yeah, that’s what I was thinking, too. When you’re up there on McCarthy’s level, you have “people.” The producers probably couldn’t contact her directly.

Close. One of the commenters at the Nashville Scene is blaming the Election Commission’s spokeswoman for both Buchanan’s “bitch” and his wife’s meltdown on the station’s FB page.

It’s not much to write home about culinarily. It’s an overpriced watering hole for old-money types. Been around forever.

The lovely and talented Mrs. Buchanan is all over WSMV’s FB page calling commenters “IDOITS.”

He’s actually not elected; he was appointed by the Speaker of the House, which I don’t get at all, and I lived there for years.