I have the Amazon version.  Based on reviews, it’s apparently kind of a crappy air fryer, but since I don’t have anything to compare it to, it’s fine for me- I just tend to add 20-30% more time to whatever my sources quote.

Nah, not anywhere near as rational a fear as that.

Weird, I’ve always associated the term “poppers” with cheese stuffed jalapenos.  Well, that and drugs.  I’ve never heard breaded cheese sticks/bites called poppers before.

I don’t say political shit on here often, because I’m a middle aged suburban white dude, and nobody needs my opinion, but fuck it.  How does everyone not get it?  You’re not going to out-petty trump.  His followers are people who say “a Swedish teenager made a mean face, better start a tire fire to own the libs.” …

Yeah, when I read “Toddler milk, as the name suggests,” I thought we were going to a really messed up place. 

This is the kind of content upon which The Takeout should pride itself.

For real.  I am now craving a Heggie’s dammit.

I thought I was the only person who couldn’t stand ketchup.  I don’t get any tang out of it, it’s just a gloppy overly sweet mess.

Hemlock?  Fentanyl?  I guess more appropriate at this point...

I also may be wrong on this, but I thought it was a big FCC no-no to cold-call someone and have them on the air without notifying them.  In essence, that’s what they did with the woman answering the phone.

Am I the only one who watched that live and thought “quit narrating to CNN forever and report your totals?”  If I were answering that line with long wait times and had to sit there for thirty seconds listening to someone else’s conversation with nobody responding to me, I’d hang up on the guy, too.

I’m picturing the abandoned mall in the Bridge series.  “But... aren’t they all kind of gaps?” 

My wife does a pretty decent oven wing by putting them directly on parchment. I have been pretty happy with air frying in the Amazon freaky hybrid microwave/convection contraption. I haven’t brined before, but I’ll try that.

Every Minnesotan will fight you, then tell you since you said Quack that we play Duck Duck Grey Duck, not Duck Duck Goose.

To be fair, I’ve spent the past year trying to decide if the Domino’s “carryout insurance” is a real thing or a joke.

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.