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personally, i think you’re better off just getting some Tom & Jerry mix and going to town with that and some rye whiskey. or brandy, i suppose.

wow - if that reaction shot of mike and the old lady sporking about shootings doesn’t become a GIF by the end of the day, then i don’t even know whut the hell the internet is about anymore. wait, is it “meme” or “GIF”? GIFs are the little animations people put in comments, right?

so there’s an episode in ATLANTA’s first season (maybe the last ep, where he’s looking for his jacket?) where dude is walking down the street and another dude is all like “FREE CHICKEN SANDWICH DAY!” and, apparently, munching on chick-fil-a.

there was enough Polish in our family tree that we wound up having kielbasa for dinner about once every six weeks or so when i was growing up - sometimes with saurkraut, only a few times with pierogis (don’t know why we rarely had them growing up but i’d guess it had something to do with whether or not my dad wanted

i’m not a big meat eater, generally, but when that chick in the video was squishing those cubes of meat covered in sweet, thick barbeque sauce i kinda wanted to road trip right out to kansas city for summat.

i think you’re focusing on the wrong emphasis in “free press” - ideally, the press is supposed to be free of editorial interference in what it reports on. it is supposed to serve the public good and nothing higher, not shareholder profits, not the whims of publishers or advertisers, not the shifting winds of public

The Big Nasty looks fucking amazing.

no shit but i used to legit love the taco sub and the crab salad sub at Subway. neither are available anymore and my current preference, the veggie patty, is only available at a single location out of roughly half a dozen local Subways.

no way! caraway rye is awesome. it doesn’t even need to be toasted or grilled, just warmed enough for the butter to barely melt into it... oh man, all the fried perch dinners we used to get at church fish frys on friday nights growing up along the lakeshore in wisconsin used to come with a couple slices of buttered

for a while in college at UWGB back in the 90s, my roommate worked at a place called Zepplins (no longer around, as far as i can tell). they made a sandwich called the Hindenburg. it was, essentially, a Philly cheesesteak with a lot of fried vegetables (mushrooms, onion, green peppers) with capocollo salami and

news organizations need to be remade in a non-profit model - operating as profit-making entities is unsustainable and will eventually fail. ideally, this would include public, independent funding (like how we pay for schools or police or libraries or roads, other common goods essential to the civic infrastructure) but

ehhhh, i was willing to follow your read for a while but “the food is the point”? nah. there are all kinds of things that go into restaurant reviews and it would be out of the ordinary for a critic to, say, skip over the fact the toilet was overflowing despite the fact the place also made the best carne asade ever

sauteed mushrooms are a great addition to homemade mac and cheese, as are shallots and garlic. some roasted butternut squash is also good. my ex-wife used to really like adding some steamed broccoli right at the end, stirring it in so it is covered in the gooey melted cheese.

a couple year ago, a friend and i were eating at our favorite mexican place, this little hole in the wall we’d gone to about a million times in college. the guy behind the counter was grating lettuce when we came in and stopped to take our order, which was a chicken burrito for friend and a chorizo burrito for me. a

so, can anyone explain why an SUV can get 30MPG while small cars half the size are not routinely capable of 60+MPG? i’m sure there’s something obvious us non-engineers are overlooking but it seems like bullshit to me, almost as if all the old stories about the car companies sitting on magic carburetors that only use a

i like mine in a pita, to be honest. or just served over crushed tortilla chips.

gotta have some sweet in there, too - i used to just use a spoon or so of brown sugar but we were out once (which i did not discover until the rest of the ingredients were simmering on the stove... i mean, why would we be out of brown sugar?! turns out, the wife had taken it over to a friends house to bake cookies)

I always thought H.I. said he was going to knock back a couple “co-cold ones” not Coca Colas (you know, saying it like he’s shivering or something from how icy cold and refreshing those oat sodas will be.) I still say that, nearly 30 years after first watching the film in a friend’s dorm room freshman year.

Well, Jimmy James IS the man so nice they named him twice, after all.

fuck, he’s a pretty man.