Interesting that no one here is even mentioning their fathers when blaming a parent for their own approach to housework. Why is that?  Men eat, too, and lots of us grew up with mothers who worked outside the house.  Adulting means taking responsibility no matter what your genitalia looks like or how your parents…

I rent rooms and have had excellent tenants and horrible tenants. I say “You’re welcome to use my cookware, but you must clean it after. If you don’t want that you need to get your own, here’s a shelf/cupboard for your stuff”. And still had issues.

Also, if you consistently and constantly leave a sink full of dirty dishes and utensils after being asked nicely and repeatedly to clean up after yourself, please do expect that ish to be left in your bed.

No, this is terrible advice. If you don’t intend to show up for a class, don’t sign up for it in the first place.

unsalted pasta, like unsalted bread, is nasty

I once oversalted pasta. Tested a strand for doneness, and could not even swallow it. Jesus, the salt. I added sauce and it tasted like extremely salty sauced pasta. I added more sauce. No change in taste, and there was now way too much sauce. Such a waste.

Bad rule. If you oversalt the water, your pasta is too salty and nothing can fix it.  Oversalted pasta gets thrown away.  Undersalted pasta, you can still work with.

This news gutted me, because every time I grab a coffee in the terminal, it complicates the boarding process and guarantees that I’ll be ready to pee while the seatbelt light is still on. Guess I should bring on one of those Starbucks cans.

Oh, for dog’s sake. If somebody enjoys a well-done steak, just let them enjoy their well done steak. How exactly are they harming you? I swear, steak fanatics are worse than vegans when it comes to food snobbery.

I am surproused by the thought of this dish

My thought process: Eeew. Ooooh. Yummm!

listening to that makes me feel very strange.

The sound of my cat purring.

I can’t stock crackers, or anything crisp. I know it’s there, and it calls to me. Eat me, it says, and I comply.

I got married a couple of weeks ago. Misestimated the number of guests who would show up, or maybe how much they’d drink, or may how many of them were kids and Mormons, or maybe some combination of all of the above. The important thing is, I now have two unopened cases of pinot noir, three cases of riesling, four…

My wife’s default position is anything more than two days old is rotten and should be thrown away.  I refuse to allow it.  After 15 years of marriage, she still hasn’t gotten over her initial stupid idea.

Fun fact: the “fresh” red meat is often artificially reddened via carbon monoxide:

I was surprised as well! Both are certainly difficult, but the tonality of Chinese seems to make it harder in my mind.

Fun Fact!

At that point I'll just go to a Vietnamese restaurant, where it will be better anyway