The streets of heaven are paved with shelves of Golden Boy peanuts, but I bet they could fit an espresso shop on the corner. youtu.be/z_AAsE3wgL8?...

That’s because coney dogs were invented by a Greek guy from Detroit who moved to New York. In upstate New York they are called “Michigans.”

But does it spark joy?

Likewise, every problem you care about is a problem other people have been steadfastly working to solve for years if not decades. If you look for the helpers, as Mr. Rogers said, you’ll find experts who can help you replace your vague doom with specifics so you can take more meaningful action.

Stick with the series and you will experience one of the best, most loving handlings of a character with dementia in any fiction.

Just made oatmeal cookies with cherries, coconut, white chocolate chips. Best of all worlds.

I'm so in love with this album! I sent the seafoam vinyl to a friend for Christmas.
Also I had to undo autocorrecting to "seafood" five times just now. Thank you for not issuing seafood vinyl.

Evangelical Christians have been studying for this one their whole lives. The bible is the literal truth, ergo it literally means whatever you already believe is the truth.

Very grateful to have this in my head for the day, driving out yesterday’s tenant, “feed the worrrrrrld LET THEM KNOW IT’S CHRISTMASTIME”

Off-white nonsense.

The crisis is entitlement, and it afflicts us all. It is the natural result of our decades-long swing toward the individual. If winning can only happen alone, it’s pretty demoralizing when you’re not winning. Shared struggles are manageable struggles. We’re ready for a big swing back to community.

Much less creepy than the yoga fave, “imagine an eye in your sternum.”

Same boat. My 2011 328xi has 72k miles. Does it need expensive fixes now and then? Sure, but that’s mostly from me leaving it at trailheads (mice), it’s a bargain compared to buying or leasing new, and it’s the last model year before they made it all round and unsexy.

Enjoy your block party.

We knew it was time for Great Grandma to stop living on her own when she baked the brown and serve rolls still in the plastic bag.

The next year, butterflied a leg of lamb and marinated in cardamom and garlic. Cooked slow and low overnight. Set it on the stovetop to cool in ancient Pyrex dish. Lit burner under kettle, walked away. Heard strange ticking, then boom. Glass shards and lamb everywhere. Wrong burner.

Marinated a giant brisket for three days in the ancient Hungarian mixture of onions, Heinz ketchup, and a shit ton of paprika. Cooked slow and low overnight. Cooled it in the beer fridge in the garage to save space in the main fridge. 12 hours later discovered the beer fridge was broken. Compost.

And can we talk about the abominations people are calling “pie?” Even NYT is like “here are some fugly things you can throw into a pie dish because you are too lazy to construct an actual pie.” Pie crust is simple. It merely takes practice. So, practice!