I just turned 55 and “Jeopardy“ is life.

From the lovely place in the photos.

It can’t help that about 5,000 potential customers eat it annually while riding machines like the ones H-D is selling.

Not all heroes wear cappuccinos.

Marginally related: Your zestful story inspired me to re-start a longstanding tradition of sending Florida citrus during the winter months.

For all of your Dole Whip news needs, I present the Dole Whip wing of the fantastic and mind-blowingly comprehensive Disney Food Blog.

Makes a great hot tea. Very aromatic. You don’t have to dry the leaves, but it helps. Hibiscus ice cream is a winner, too.

And that outside data will be weaponized so that Yelp can go to those restaurants and say, hey, advertise with us and host our pointless Yelp Elite events and use our reservation system or we’ll end your fucking restaurant. Guaranteed.

What about when Yelp makes me vomit? Who do I see about that?

This is an ex-peanut.

Does it come with a sagging liner that droops into your face from the interior ceiling because the glue doesn’t adhere in high temperatures.

Approval: Whills he or won’t he?

7s to Betsy.

Ohhhh, Claire! THE AIRFRYER IS LIFE.

In years past, I’ve stocked one drawer full of shock ‘n’ awe foods to surprise nosy co-workers. Sometimes, I’d re-stock seasonally. Sometimes, I’d go full-Japanese vending snacks.

My greatest dream is to review online, at length and with many adjectives and exclamation points and redundant emojis, the five-alarm fire that burns down YELP!’s server farm with no loss of life but also no remote backup servers to bring that pustulent scourge to life again. Or something like that.

Double stuffed Oreos connected by toothpicks.

Also did a russet potato. Took FOREVER to cook, but finally got there.

I’m down.

Cinnamon rolls in a waffle maker.