As a woman I’d like to say “no thanks.”

I fuckin’ LOVE thundersnow!

I don’t understand the people that are in favor of everyone everywhere having guns and then freaking out when someone reveals they have a gun.

I hold my pencil/pen the same way as you, just without a major wrist curl. When my boyfriend noticed this he said “no wonder you can’t use chopsticks!”

Well, damn! Now I’ll have to give it a try tonight while I cook.

I just did a quick Google and it’s not any of the Betty Crocker or Pillsbury ones. I did find one that was very similar but not exact.

I grew up in West Virginia and I am aware of its multitude of issues. That said, seeing the soundbites from various politicians during this strike made me realize that those assholes are way more fucked up and evil than I even imagined.

I’m pretty sure he’s fairly oblivious to any of the goings on in the kitchens. He just hears what’s happening once “Food is on the table!” is said.

This is every room in my house.

I am trying to get in the habit of emptying the dishwasher as soon as it’s done so I can start loading things in it as I use them for the next load to keep the sink free for the few items I don’t put in the dishwasher and not feel so “ugh, I need to clean the kitchen.”

Do people actually regularly clean windows? Is this a thing real people do?!

I just realized this last night as I was doing meal prep. I was cooking a steak and I tend to fuss with it instead of just letting it go the few minutes on each side so I decide to load and reload the dishawasher to keep myself from messing with/ruining the steak. It was perfect!

Same.

Do you have an actual, secret family recipe? My Mom has a recipe for date filled cookies from her Grandmother that I am not allowed to share with anyone. It’s really good.

My Dad used to complain that Mom never made homemade biscuits “like his Mom did.” Mom finally asked Granny for her recipe. She reached into the fridge and pulled out a can of Grands. Dad was speechless. I was amused.

My Mom’s fudge is great and her recipe is the Fantasy Fudge recipe right on the back of the Kraft Jet-Puffed Marshmallow jar. Everyone else’s fudge is trash. Except mine. And mine is even better than Mom’s because I use real butter instead of that Country Crock bullshit.

I’m below the happy income figure but I’m happy anyway. Likely thanks to some good luck and planning helping me be mostly debt free. As long as I have money to get gas to get to the trails for hikes with my friends, do a bit of traveling each year with my boyfriend, and take care of my dogs I have what I need.

My bf’s face got my attention. His photos of him with his dog kept it.

My boyfriend does it in a cast iron skillet in the oven. They are TERRIFIC.

I stock up on these items at Costco once a year. I feel like a pro.