Maybe try again with a homemade veggie stock? Maybe a splash of soy sauce?

I’ve been making shrubs lately, and mixing them with gin and seltzer. Delightful, even on cool, rainy days like today.

It’s never just about the fart.

Shit. I’m so sorry, man.

It is fairly easy to commit suicide that way. And this is being investigated as a suicide.

Yeah, this is kinda bumming me out. I actually don’t think any of my veggie sausages have had meat in them (I usually get violently sick if I have, like, accidental chicken broth), but I'm not happy.

Oooh! Now I just need to find out where to get myself one.

Kate Hudson.

That’s why I’m always a small coffee with room for milk. Maybe a skim cap if I’m feeling fancy/rich.

I made a strata with Swish chard, vegan sausage, dairy-free provolone, and parm (and onions and garlic, of course); balsamic-roasted beets by Dre; and an easy salad with honey-mustard vinaigrette. It was, I might add, damn delicious, too.

Apparently I agree with both points. As a vegetarian, I probably shouldn’t have an opinion as to what goes well with fish, though.

It was a boyfriend, and he’s actually a lovely person.

I had to look her up, and the internet said “Rohrbach.”

Thank you! Most house chards are so bad.

Last night, I made polenta with roasted mushrooms, Brussels sprouts, onions, and garlic brushed by a balsamic glaze; balsamic-marinaded tofu; mixed-green salad with a lemon-mustard vinaigrette, and a fried egg, because I’ve been hungry for protein. And it was better than it looks. Yay! I love this column.

Right? They’re nice cars.

“Dog butts” aren’t either.

I remember (or have seen pictures of me) running around the beach naked/topless as a toddler. It’s not TSQ, a horrible place, but it was still in public.

Ugh. This scares me so much — not getting herpes but having a judgmental doc.

New band name.