I love commercials, but I kind of hate “superbowl commercials.” They are more about grabbing attention than being clever.

I genuinely enjoy Masu and the Twin City Grill, and maybe a couple of the walk-up places.  I haven’t checked out some of the newer restaurants.

Well, you’re really not going to want to see what they use to strain the milk through.

Frankly, if you’re sandwiched between an emergency vehicle and vehicles in the next lane, you’re in a spot tighter than a sausage casing.

It’s the end of January, and we’re having a little thaw.  Maybe we will get an early spring... then again, every time I say that February gives me a swift kick.

That still makes me sad.  I never did any cool projects as a kid, but as an adult, I started actually using Radio shack for components for geeky projects, just before they all went away.  

I’m in the twin cities, and I’m one of the few that genuinely likes going to the MOA.  I like the spectacle, the ridiculousness, the people-watching.  But this place always just gives me the creeps.  I’ve never even been close enough to peek through the entrance.

This hot dog fiend approves of damned near every one of these.  Once the snow recedes from my sad winter grill, I’m totally doing the yard mango, and probably the pineapple/papaya.

I thought for years I hated Scotch for the same reason, but not all are so peaty.  Try a nice Speyside (Macallan, Glenlivet, etc).  None of that medicinal burning plastic smoky flavor, just sweet, desserty deliciousness.

Yep.  First time I had sweetbreads, I was amazed... what the hell else have I been missing?  Foie?  Welp, I wasted decades of my life missing out on that.

I’ve always wanted to try it, but never thought to try making it myself. The chips are delicious, for whatever its worth.

It’s funny that hospitals are mentioned.  I’ve seen far too often people that are comfortable rooting around in doctor’s exam rooms, rifling through drawers and picking out bits and pieces they think are interesting.  I can only imagine feeling that confident.

In possibly my last remaining use of cash, I have a dollar bill I've used as a bookmark my last half dozen or so books. 

That’s fair... again, I’m just not a fan of most seafood, so I can’t really separate “fishy” from “usual seafood.”  Your description of “fishy” is eerily close to my memories of what the seashore smells like, so when people say something tastes like the sea, well, I picture a salty, rotting smell.

I’m interested in this... I hate most fish that have any flavor, as I associate all of it with “fishy.” “Fishy” to me means tasting how cat food smells... I don’t have any real sense of nuance between salmon’s version of this versus other seafood’s version.

I hate most fish, but salmon more than anything. At its best, fish tastes of nothing, so I can choke down a flavorless flaky weird textured hunk of seafood if I must. But I’ve never met a piece of salmon that didn’t stink of cat food and make me gag.

Welp.  I’ll never look at Tastykake the same again...

I feel like an idiot... I didn’t realize you could buy powdered jaggery.  I bought a hardened lump once and was really frustrated with trying to break off chunks and incorporate them into things.  I’ll have to revisit all the things I gave up on now that I know...

I may sound snarky, but that's exactly the kind of gringo taco I mean. Every once in a while, that's exactly what you're after. Canned beans, flour tortillas, La Victoria salsa here. Americans have been eating inauthentic tacos for nearly fifty years - it's kind of got its own history and street cred at this point. 

Two! A crispy and a grilled. The sauce and pickle make it.