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A stack of onion rings sitting in a bowl of thick beef stock, covered in melted Gruyère cheese and topped with chives.
Glad to have been with a group of four when this was delivered to our table! (French onion rings from The Food Market, Baltimore.)
Pros: a newspaper has a romance reviewer. Cons: the reviewer’s taste is so different from yours that you actively avoid the recommendations.
I am really enjoying the fruit discourse and what it says about the industrialization of agriculture and shipping. There is no substitute for eating fresh fruit grown in its location of origin. Also, trying to force a bunch of things to grow in Florida has been a terrible mistake culinarily.
Grapefruit is mine, in part because it smells amazing and tastes atrocious.
Agreed, although it fascinates me how much cooking improves the texture. Also, I am now down the Wikipedia rabbit hole reading about sclereids. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sclereid
FWIW, I don’t find this to be the case. Bruni’s review is a shallow one and misses the larger arc: that caregiving is hard and leaves its own wounds. The show is overly earnest at times, but I’ve not found that to be too much of a drawback. YMMV, of course.
Grapefruit. It smells like sunshine and joy and tastes like unadulterated malice. It’s such a betrayal.
Oh, the grand old duke of york
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No Kings includes Draft Kings
Disturbingly detailed analysis of my first rewatch incoming
The Super Bowl is really just an excuse for me to make a big batch of the house cheesy spread. This year, I had the wisdom to put it on jacket potatoes.
CHARLES RAFFERTY The Problem with Early Warnings People don't like to leave a party unless the house is actually on fire. Even then, if the flames are far enough away to be pretty, they'll finish their drink, take one more pass at the hors d'oeuvres. How things happen has always been unclear. Hurricanes begin in a place where no one lives. Agents of the government start to wear masks. Fascism is a word my neighbors won't use yet. They are following the law, they say, and the sirens are coming for someone else.
This hit so fucking hard today.
Things are fucking dark. It’s okay if videos are more than you’re up for. (I know I can’t do it.)
If you’re like me and use Reddit to decompress (OddlySatisfying and MadeMeSmile are great!), please know that the main page is all videos of the murder from different angles. Please be kind to yourselves in deciding how much you want to see.
We have reached the part of winter where I wish I had a cat instead of a dog.
I have unearthed a true parenting treasure: an old notebook of the kiddo’s with page headed “Legally and Morally Wrong Fairytales (and just weird)”. It begins with Sleeping Beauty!
I am physically and existentially tired, but I am still hoping for a better tomorrow.
Whoa.
Fortunately, Lover Boy is just a nickname. His actual name (Loki) is suitable for mixed company.
My MIL calls her goldendoodle Lover Boy. I could have gone my whole life without knowing this, let alone hearing it directly.
Layli Long Soldier's poem 38 from the collection Whereas is worthy of your time today
This will be perfect, thank you!!
Yes, tawny.
Oooh! We are doing filet with Gorgonzola cream for Christmas dinner and I would love to have a cocktail option in addition to wine. Suggestions?
December 21, 2025: the shortest day of the year in the longest fucking year of my life.
Here’s to light in the year ahead. Happy Solstice!
A basket of meringue cookies that look just like mushrooms.
I present my favorite holiday cookies: meringue mushrooms.
It’s like someone did shrooms at Versailles and thought, “I need to starting redecorating immediately!”
Was asking Altman “are you an unfit parent” too direct or something?