I was, not that long ago, suggesting the need for a cooking show using the song-timing gimmick from Hudson Hawk, and here, with your Replacements reference, you have stolen, updated, and improved my idea. Well played.

This isn’t just sci-fi. There are real moves afoot to get governments to stop issuing large denomination bills in popular currencies, precisely because it’s so much easier to move smaller piles of paper.

But then there are real problems for folks who don’t have good access to bank accounts, smart phones, and reasonable…

In America, it’s not uncommon for a “side of fries” to be enough food for 3, maybe 4 more meals. We used to have “doggy-bags” but now we have “starving pack of wolves-wheelbarrows” for our leftovers. You’re right of course that we could just throw them out, but honestly, we’d give ourselves hernias trying to get them…

Regarding other celebrity recipes, look for Robert Redford’s black bean and lamb chili. It’s the dish which woke me up to the importance of acidity in chili (played by lime juice in his recipe). It was released in a Paul Newman cookbook and I saw it republished in the Washington Post, sometime in the ‘90s, I think.

Hmmm…

Quick question - up above you said “an hour away from York”; here you say “20 miles”. Does that reflect UK roads and driving speeds? Just trying to get my bearings.

Because I gotta say, out here in rural America, I’d love to have another white-tablecloth establishment within 20 miles, and the half-hour drive to get…

I’ve never waited tables, but I’ve had other customer service jobs, and I like to think it’s made me more able to tell when the problem is with the server and when the problem is that the kitchen is slammed or something else is going on. And yes, tip accordingly - I’ve left 20+% when it’s been a bad restaurant…

I once made a cocktail of bourbon and potlikker. There’s probably some mixologist version of this which would be good... an old-fashioned made with a fat-washed, collards-infused bourbon or something. (Or maybe a peaty Scotch.)

Right on. But it’s fair to say that’s not so much “free” as “included.”

Sure. You just need some fluid to loosen it up. I’ve used milk and buttermilk; Jacques Pepin, I think, suggested chicken stock. Mayo or sour cream might be close enough in a pinch.

It’s soft. You could form it into a cheese castle for serving.

Oh yes. This is probably my single favorite dish to bring to a party. (Though fresh buttermilk cheese is coming on strong.) The ratio of compliments-to-effort is just amazing.

So how are you demanding this? I mean, the best way would be to vote with your dollars by consulting a database which tracks how employees are compensated and treated... I just don’t know where such a thing exists.

If I owned a landfill, and somebody showed up offering me a million dollars to scavenge through it for a hard drive, I’d have to think about that very carefully.

One rule is phrased for the convenience of the asker, and the other for the convenience of the askee. But you’re basically right and kind of embarrased I didn’t notice that.

I don’t think gender is relevant to the formula - certainly it seems to apply to homosexual pairs as well.

As to “young person tries to network with old person”... well, let’s apply the behavioral rules. If the conversation can’t stay professional, if they only want to get together alone, if they sit too close, if…

I don’t think that’s what the article says, though. It’s about workplace issues. A 29-year-old in a position of power over a 22 year old person should not “date” that person. You want to date someone not from work, hey, good luck to you. But mixing the work power dynamic with the life experience dynamic is a stupid…

Or you could just buy the nail clippers with the little metal panels on the side to catch your clippings. (I didn’t even know this was a thing until I bought one by accident; now I look for it as a feature.)

Did Little Caesar’s get a ton better in the last 20 years? I mean, I haven’t eaten it since “maximum calories per dollar” was a serious consideration, but I remember it tasting like cardboard, ketchup, and sugar. I’ll even forgive the first two, but pizza should not be aggressively sweet.

This happened to me (kind of). Unhappy with my general out-of-shapeness, I went to the gym and started doing regular upper-body work. Presto-chango, my posture got better, my chest got broader, and while my waist size didn’t change, I stopped giving a damn about that because it stopped looking like a middle-aged beer…

I was OK with “I don’t remember and I’m not saying you’re lying” until Cross brought in all this “maybe we’re both misremembering” and “I’m not like that in real life” and this bullshit “#rashomon” thing. Dude, stop digging. Now I know you don’t mean your apology, you just want enough doubt in the system to walk away.