Beesus Christ is risen today. (Ha-a-a-a-a-le-luuu-jah!)

I think “Don’t respond to someone’s honest and minor mistake in a way that makes their life more difficult/is intended to shame them” is a good rule of thumb for being a decent person. One can sum it (and many others) up as “don’t be a dick.”

I love that stuff! If you get a chance to snap a pick and post it here, please do! My current fave is a 200-page lawsuit/manifesto combo, which I found through a petition forwarded to me. The lawsuit claims this pair of twin brothers has been held at a mental health facility for six years despite being completely…

Yep, I’m pretty much on the same page! I love me a Key Lime Noosa with some good granola mixed in — comes out tasting miraculously like key lime pie — but I suppose it really is more of a dessert-for-breakfast option.

I’m more concerned with the bed of completely unseasoned potato cubes the (also unseasoned) chicken’s being baked over. WTF??

This book is going to be such a stressful and frustrating read... and I’m so ready for it. Way to go! :) 

The trick is to heat your maple syrup first, like you’re making candy; pouring it on the cold show kinda shocks it into a caramel-like consistency.

Yessss. I’m also going to endorse peanut butter/maple butter sandwiches here. ohhohoman.

Oh lord, I’ve gotta find me a Zagnut!

These make a great trail snack, IMO. Probably no less healthy for you than most granola bars (is what I tell myself), and the peanuts make ‘em filling and help carry you through the sugar crash. And letting them get warm and soft in your backpack only improves the flavor. Mmmm!

They taste like what Laffy Taffy wishes it was, in the best way possible.

Yeah, it sucks, because of course outdoor recreation and hiking are things I’d like to be able to encourage and promote. There just seems to be a lack of understanding about acceptable outdoor etiquette in America. I was lucky enough to visit Switzerland a few years back, where it seems like everyone hikes, and the…

Ooo!!! That looks delectable — but tricky to cut, I imagine.

I first visited there as an adult and it genuinely made me feel like a kid again. The sense of discovery and exploration and even mild peril there is just magical. 

Pig skin is waaaaay too similar to human skin for my tastes. Brrr.

I remember custodians in school using some kind of highly scented cat litter... The smell of that plus vomit was always, always worse than the vomit alone. I can smell it even now if I think too hard about it.

I remember them being mentioned in Beverly Cleary books... or, more specifically, I remember being a child reading a Ramona story and being baffled about what the heck a zwieback was.

Do you have a picture of that towering, gorgeous confection? 

I’ve eaten Red Vines exactly once, many years ago, and in my memory they had a taste and texture remarkably similar to Play Dough. Bleurgh.

1000x yes. Mr. Vulcanbookworm and I actually have separate twin mattresses, pushed right up next to each other. He tends to twitch in his sleep (an earthquake if you’re on the same mattress) and prefers very heavy blankets, and this just works better for us. We’ve got a strap that winches around and keeps the two…