What’s this I wondered. YouTube provides videos of old TV shows. I watch the intro, and that’s when I remember why I am a vegetarian. I’m an awful descendant of my very rural and farming family.

Right now, none of them. I’ve got arthritic feet and carpal tunnel and even with ankle and wrist braces, I’m just not up to standing and cooking all day like I used to be. This is the first time I’ve admitted that publicly and I hate it.

Oatmeal bus?

You do not like Green Squares of Scam?

The sodium content on these is HUUUGGGEEE.

I would not eat them on a dare,

So this is certainly some sort of chef-chosen collection of ingredients that is then blended, piped into a mold, and cryovacced in order to sterilize/set it. That being the case, why aren’t the molds more fun shapes? A cube would give you six sides to sear and a tetrahedron would be more fun to eat.

Cook the Beyond on a grill if you can. They come out great off the gas grill as long as you make sure both the patties and the grill are oiled up, but that’s the case with any meat substitute on grills. Beyond has taken away the guilt I used to have when I’ve grilled myself a tasty burger but cooked my vegetarian wife…

I once tasted a stinking bishop... but perhaps that’s not really germane to the discussion.

Checked further because I was bored. In the Illinois Deaths before 1916 records on MyHeritage, Florence J. Minier is listed dying September 12, 1907 in Chicago. You know, you really should call a librarian next time you want to know something like that. The two searches together took me less than five minutes.

Robert Minier is listed in the 1900 census on Rush Street in Chicago with a daughter, Florence, aged 2. Florence is not listed in his entry for the 1910 census, while her elder sister still is. I could save the images from Ancestry, but I don’t think I’m allowed to post them here.

Only in Chicago can you stroll past the site of the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre on your way to a tasteful tapas brunch.

Oh my God, the horror — fried eggs, if you have to eat them, should be consumed as soon as humanly possible after removal from the pan. Is it still a Full English wish a medium-boiled egg, by any chance? Or poached, at least?

“I see dead cow on my plate” - Sixth Sense whisper.

Time to blame Brexit!

To me the weirdest thing about North American breakfast foods is the desire to make everything sweet. No I do not want my perfectly edible eggs and meats coated in syrup and powdered sugar. I will never get used to it.

I have an English friend who’s nan is in her 90's and has 1/2 a pint of Guinness daily for vitamins. 

Fuck off, ketchup and mustard belong on hotdogs and hamburgers.