We had a Howard Johnson’s but I don’t ever remember eating there. It also just occurred to me that I have never eaten a clam strip. We live along the Gulf Coast and I’ve eaten gallons of fried oysters, but never any clams. Hmmm.

Oh honey, he’s never fucked a vagina in his life. 

Remembering how my mother would NOT eat meat or eggs at a restaurant unless they were six feet deep dead - no pink, no moisture. She died last year and my daughter and I ate out together at a waterfront seafood restaurant before the pandemic and both of us asked for our fried fish to be “crispy crispy crispy!” Just…

The main problem with VC Andrews stories is that they go on for wwwaaaaay too many books! So the characters you connect with in the first book (and maybe stay with for the second) become extraneous characters who are generally unrecognizable from the original book.

Admittedly, I haven’t stayed in a whole lot of fancy hotels, but the few times I have - they did not offer a breakfast buffet. It’s only been the budget chains where they offer a free subpar spread, and one time I got upgraded with a ticket to a free buffet (for a three night stay) at a Marriot. Won’t miss the stale…

If you can work “Salad Bar” into the headline somehow, you’d be a true American Hero. Because that’s the only thing I’d miss about Ruby Tuesday.

I’m a falafel. If it’s on the menu, I’m ordering it. (Probably because we don’t have any good falafel places nearby.) Tuna melt on rye is a close second. Today, I had an avocado muffaletta and it was really really tasty.

Looks like a beautiful bowl of comfort food - with feta! I looooovvvve good feta. When my daughter and I were in London a couple of years ago, we ate at a place that served feta fries. We shrugged and ordered them. Hot damn! Funky creamy feta crumbled over perfectly crisp potatoes. We still talk about those fries. 

The only benefits of living in our VERY Repugnicant air force base/tourist trap town are 1. beaches (even though I don’t go to the beach - they are legit beautiful) and 2. several good Asian markets. I’m less than a mile and a half from a market that sells not just green papaya - they sell SHREDDED green papaya! How…

An egg scale that determines if an egg is small, medium, large or extra large.

“Kiss an angel good morning...and love her like the devil when you get back home.” That’s the one I remember. It was confusing. Almost as confusing as Ring of Fire. Good beats. Confusing for a kid tucking into the floorboard to nap on the way to Granny’s - a two hour drive that seemed like foooooorrrrrrever. Tied in…

Will drop in Charlie Pride, country music legend. 

I (I’m white) and my husband (also white) were discussing a few days ago about how in our childhoods - raised in the 60's and 70's - you didn’t have any choices about what to watch, so EVERYONE watched whatever was on, whether the cast was all black or all white or a mixture. We both grew up in the South around plenty…

best parts of the bahn mi (IMO) are the bread, veggies and pickled veggies. It almost doesn’t matter what protein you you put in there - sardine, pate, tofu, shrimp, egg, etc. - as long as you maintain the correct ratio.

Tomato egg rice. Recipe is um...tomato, egg and rice. Some soy sauce. Diced green onion if you have it. Furikake if you have it. Sesame oil if you have it.

I’m an atheist from the time I was about 16. Raised Methodist. This is something I was never able to discuss with my parents. I have read the Bible, several times. It’s an important cultural text. She should also read up on the Torah, the Quran and the Tripitaka. These texts shape a lot of our world’s political…

She’s the type who would think Huxley is a great name for a lab - a black lab, of course. 

Yes, the chain was started in Atlanta by Truett Cathey in the late 70's I believe. They were always located in malls and didn’t have standalone stores until the 2000s?? I don’t know. They were big on the “Christian” message, and back in high school I was just glad to be off every Sunday! Plus, we got to eat whatever…

I used to work at Chic Fil-A in the mall from 83-85. We were the “cool fast food chicks” not like those losers over at Orange Julius or Morrow’s Nut House. Just kidding. But the guys at Baskin Robbins were the hotties.

Unless you have a spirit tomb.