Yes, please! I see lamb at the grocery store, at the farmers’ market, everywhere, but eating babies is my own personal line in the sand - I haven’t had any for decades. But I would eat the heck out of some mutton or goat. I can’t find either where I live, which is dominated by dairy farms.

I mostly enjoyed seeing the words BRAVO and CON together. This would translate to “Nice going, asshole” in French, which, as always, is exactly right.

Those innate cues were quite good in my son, actually, and got progressively worse as he aged and social cues (peer pressure) started to interfere. So in the everyday, I take my role as food guide for my kid seriously... but at holidays and special gatherings, I do not hover. I want us both to enjoy ourselves!

I’ll have whatever he’s on.
Meanwhile, this guy is more my speed:

Oy vey. I’m in good health, but have had no spleen since 1979, putting me in the ‘immunocompromised’ camp.... so I’ll stay watchful. On the plus side, I ate it without a lot of fat, and the state I live in has no reported cases so far, so I’ll just, um, pray? Thanks for the information.

Aaaaand what if you’ve already eaten some? Get a bucket and hope for the best?

Yeah I really don’t think of the recession-dominant ‘70s as all that foodie in nature. My childhood recollections are of folks disco dancing, roller skating, doing double-dutch, playing street ball, being outdoors a lot, and (so I heard) doing lots and lots of drugs.

Tendinitis? No it’s those cursed heel spurs flaring up again.

Goddamn heel spurs flaring up again!

Or, if it’s your own cat, you could install a pet door (flap), unless there are also raccoons in the vicinity... those varmints just love pet doors, especially when there’s food on the other side of them. 

Or, if it’s your own cat, you could install a pet door (flap), unless there are also raccoons in the vicinity...…

Hard pass. Family meals around the table are all too rare as it is. I’d do this on Christmas Day, though. It would free me up to eat cookies instead.

Somebody explain the appeal of birthday cake flavor to me. So far all I can conjure up is sprinkles.

The patrician thing doesn’t usually rock my world, but George Kent... is yummy. And multilingual. And a Red Sox fan. We could hang out.

Pretty easy if it’s chocolate frosting - mix in some good cocoa powder. 

You are breaking my spirit with your potato peeling. The only part of the potato worth anything is the peel, even when mashed.

Every word is untranslatable if what translation is making something new that stays the same

Teddie’s PB on toast w/ bread & butter pickles is my post-run standby.

If it’s plastic, I fill it with hot soapy water, let it sit overnight, and shake it like crazy the next day. If it’s glass, I run it through the dishwasher, because it’s easy enough.

Translator here. Always glad when these issues make the news because you’re right, companies cut corners like mad, and I’ve rejected so many ‘post-editing’ jobs because I know the translation was done by a machine and it would be my job to rewrite the thing with the human touch for about the same as I’d get for a…

Knowing they’re not the same thing, could I do the same with Vegemite (if, say, I still had most of a pot I’d brought home last January and hadn’t yet done anything more creative than spread it in a thin layer on buttered toast) ?