Actually, now that I think about it, a wax-dipped cookie that you peel and eat sounds oddly satisfying. I imagine being sealed in wax would tend to keep it fresher, right?

Maybe for playing you could dip the cookies in a translucent wax, like Baby Bells. Then, for the competitive edge, you keep all the cookies of your color at the end.

That could have been a brilliant piece of commentary, but I’m 100% certain that’s a bike horn.

Made this yesterday. The pork and polenta themselves were fabulous. The garlic cloves... not so much.

If you haven’t tamed a horse yet, you need to get at least that far. I just loved the experience of riding around. I get the intervals of feeling “what do I do next?” but having a horse made those much more pleasant intervals while trying to decide.

In Soviet Russia, Papa John focuses his avarice on YOU.

If only Trader Joe’s were open right now, I’d go pick up a four-pack of their frozen choco croissants -- they seem the perfect size to throw into the press.

From the few that I watched, the biggest problem seems to come from building the stacks on grass. I get wanting a softer surface to fall on, but it seemed to me that the basic instability of building on a spongy surface caused more of the falls (usually onto the crates rather than on the grass anyway).

Did it really have to be served on a triangular plate? I mean, what if the food gets lost before you can eat it?

Maybe co-locate with a Chipotle ghost-kitchen?

Best. Caption. Ever.

See my comment above replying to Prederick.

I’d put “the sex bush” (with no capital letters) in the top... say, 5 band names of all time.

Came to make this comment myself, not leaving disappointed.

In my experience armoring my Little Steve does result in minor... shrinkage?

That is both cruel and unusual.

I cried.

... on first.

Are you collecting these in a regretcipe book?

No no no. The real wedding was the friends we made along the way.