The word “doctor” really needs to be in quotes. 

Ugh. Why, WHYYYYYYY, aside from everything horrible about this, would anyone, particularly an FOC, send their kids to a school where Mother teaches?

I’ll be honest, that unnecessary plural really set my teeth on edge. It’s right up there when people ask for “a”panini. Whenever I hear that, I want to set whatever thing is nearest to me on fire.

Lucano has only recently become available near me, and I am THRILLED.

NOOOOOOOO!!!

I have towels. And also cats. I’ll bring both.

Growing up in a seaside town in Italy, I can tell you that the best pizza is made from dough that has rested 24 hours. The pizzaiolo in the restaurant next door (ahhhhh, Giancarlo, I had such a crush on you) always made his dough as the final bit of work for the night, and there was a special drawer he rested them in.

You are correct.

AHEM.

That’s a damn fine picture.

I mean...this seems overly complicated, especially beceause pretty much every phone has a voice-to-text option.

I just love it when folks who have no idea what they’re talking about decide to talk about the thing about which they have no idea.

“Melk.”

Yep. Italian lady here.  I’ve lived in the States for quite a while now, and I’m STILL flabbergasted by peoples’ utter need to be treated the exact same as they are treated in their home countries. This goes for ex-pats on BOTH sides of the pond.

So, I just recently attended my first tailgate. A few upfront stats: I am 47, have only ever been to 2 pro sporting events (hockey, and, one infamous time, football, where I was caught on the Jumbotron wearing a hooded cape and reading a book), and am from Italy, where we don’t tailgate.

TBF, it was a sprint tri, which is not even close to a real one. For a real triathlon, the distances are generally a swim of approximately a mile, a bicycle route of approximately 25 miles, and a run of 6-ish miles.

This woman sounds like she needs meds.

Let me guess:  Radnor?

I really like Rao’s and am willing to pay upwards of four bucks a jar on occasion (on sale, b/c the HELL i’m going to pay ten bucks), but every so often, I come across a jar that is so salty that I can’t stand it.

I put it in grits all the time!  SO. GOOD.