The Good Place tears Arizona up pretty hard.

I use apple cider vinegar.

I don’t want to accuse you of probably putting ketchup or tomato soup in spaghetti sauce, but....

I’m not saying that having it open-faced on a buttered, toasted hamburger bun is definitely the best way, but it’s fairly easily to control the sloppiness and there’s twice as much of the good stuff.

Frisee said step off.

Yes, but the article argued that they are easier and better in most/all applications. I don’t think they’re *ever* easier to chop or slice than an onion, and as you said, what’s better differs by application. I actually really like green onions (called salad onions in my family when I was a kid, since that’s the only…

A friend of mine who’s fairly serious about wine claims the problem with buying it at Trader Joe’s is that they don’t always maintain wine at the correct temperature during warehousing/shipping.

Agreed, this is a really solid All-Stars cast—much better than All-Stars 3. So glad that Manila and Latrice are getting another shot at All-Stars; for that sham of All-Stars 1 to be it for them was a crime.

You’re right: Those of use who experienced the old AV Club and much preferred it are filled with nostalgia and not seeing things clearly. Thank god we have new posters to correct us.

You could also block people. I miss that feature so freaking much.

You’re reading 2012 posts with a 2018 eye. The people who are saying it was better experienced the decline in quality in real time.

I don’t want to go all leftist on anyone, but I highly doubt a lot of women, PoC, and LGBT+ people were a part of the older community on here, considering the amount of racist, homophobic, and sexist shit you’ll find in heaps on any articles dating more than 3-4 years back.

Same, although I no longer fight my curls. They embraced them in silent cinema!

sometimes being earnest and optimistic is a lot ballsier than being nihilistic.

I chose one of the Vincent Price versions for my link! No idea which version my mother heard, but it certainly made an impression on her.

My mother remembered a couple of radio plays from her youth as being wonderfully creepy-crawly. One was Three Skeleton Key, about the keepers of a lighthouse who realize a derelict ship teeming with rats is about to crash on their island. I’m too much of a chicken to listen to it, honestly.

I’m much younger than him and have already forgotten the names of half my former co-workers.

“Tunisian Death Drink” sounds like something that would be served in Star Wars.

And yet Boston cream pie is a cake!

I made Kenji Lopez-Alt’s all-pork belly porchetta for Christmas dinner one year. Mmmm.