Good on salads.

Tiramisu... chocolate cake... semifreddo... I use any leftover decaf for my son’s morning latte. He thinks he’s pretty sophisticated, except he says it “sophiscated.”

Also, never throw out chicken gizzards, kidneys, whatnot. If you can’t bear to eat them plain, mince them for a risotto.

Wow. I hate to even personally identify with a political figure because what I care about is her voting record blahblahblah.... but I too remember the moment I first saw my DH in shorts (we had met a few days before, and were playing frisbee with friends), and I too popped the question. (I also told him I loved him…

In 1985 I walked in cold to the SAT and ACT, convinced that if I couldn’t score well on my own, then I wasn’t ready for college. Obviously, the game has changed, but I’m so leery of guiding my now-HS freshman through this maze in a few years. (That pointless aside now said, this is a great resource, and thanks for…

At the very least, the visuals of kids cutting class en masse will make politicians itchy. I hope.

I felt this way during GWB and that was only a fraction of how I much feel it now.
(I wish I could say I, too, love NPR, but NPR is giving DJT the kind of insufficiently critical airtime he’s already awash in.)

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Thanks, I will the next time I’m out West.

I liked not a single character in it. It was the most unrewarding reading experience in recent memory, right down there with A Little Life.

(Also, can I get out of the greys? Apparently all one has to do is ask?)

[Sorry, wrong thread]

Bit rough on Roger yeah? I mean, hyperbole for effect and all that, but.

There’s already so much grease in a kielbasa though... what about brushing a little applesauce in the crevices (obviously after you turn it over)? Yummy, and it counters the salt just a little.

Right?! Who can afford to wait for, pay for, and then suck down the equivalent of a donut every day? Not this gal.

Wow. Sounds like Austin a decade ago (right around when we decided to leave).

I see no mention of the humble Fudgsicle. It’s no Dove bar, but it is as comforting as hot cocoa. It’s the flavor equivalent of an old Disney movie.

As someone who used to spend 25 cents on an ice cream instead of 40 on lunch, I can confirm that Nutty Buddies (aka Drumsticks) are the king of treats. Mind you, this is back before Snickers ice cream bars, when a frozen Snickers meant swallowing your loose teeth, and to hell with the Tooth Fairy.

How many years later are we now? 24?... and I still wish I’d never seen that movie.

I hate having a scavenger as our US team mascot. It says too much about us. We should’ve gone with the wild turkey when we had the chance.