tonight I’m grateful that there’s so much food in my fridge that I’m struggling to make it all fit
red cabbage, quartered and wrapped in bacon and roasted in foil, two ways: slathered in dijon, and drizzled with salt and lemon juice
“unfortunately, benghazi is one of the stories we haven’t heard much about lately because it hasn’t passed through a royal birth canal, or taken a picture of its own penis.” – stephen colbert
parbaked a frozen gluten-free crust for a few minutes at 400 degrees (so it wouldn’t get soggy from a runny filling), then added sauteed leek, chopped sundried tomato and goat cheese to six scrambled eggs, and baked until a fork piercing the center came out clean.
watching newsroom while making soup, jam and quiche.
"I wrote my thesis on overpriced sweaters." -Anthropologie majors
— braden graeber (@hipstermermaid) August 1, 2013
@mynamesmasha finding graffiti in that bathroom is like finding a girl in yoga pants in the Marina.
— nader! (@knawder) August 1, 2013
Slowly, Waldo's wife and Mr. Sandiego started putting the pieces together
— donni (@donni) August 1, 2013
Just forgot to exercise for four straight years
— Jake Weisman (@weismanjake) July 30, 2013
If a white girl has brunch and nobody is there to Instagram it, did it really happen?
— braden graeber (@hipstermermaid) July 29, 2013
The smell of Pine Sol always brings back childhood memories of my mom. Out drinking while we mopped the floors.
— Amy Miller (@amymiller) July 29, 2013
Twitter is the cry for help of an entire generation.
— Miles K (@NotMilesK) July 28, 2013
remember, if your friend is too high, hold their hand, rub their back, and whisper in their ear, "how weird is it that we all die?" #prankz
— Morgan Murphy (@morgan_murphy) July 28, 2013
Friday night is my weekly time to ponder…which do I hate more: my friends, or having to make new friends?
— Ken Jennings (@KenJennings) July 27, 2013
Sorry lady – I'd take you to Funkytown, but I've got to get down to Swingtown.
— Jim Brandon (@jimbrandon) July 9, 2013
#WorstBreakUpExcuse The gradual shifting of tectonic plates made you live too far away.
— Tym Puglio (@the17birdman) July 16, 2013
If someone says hi to me in public and I can't remember who they are I just respond with, "Who is this? New phone."
— james coker (@JamesWCoker) July 24, 2013
RIP jj cale
the key to moist soft-scrambled eggs: finish them with butter
i hate pitting cherries. it looks like i’ve committed a thousand tiny murders in my kitchen.
lifehacks for living alone
the most confusing thing about being an immigrant kid in the early 90s was trying to extrapolate fashion tips from the golden girls
when i don’t feel like doing crunches i just read damn you autocorrect
“what goldman sachs is doing is worse than cooties” – little girl on the daily show
hot coffee: a lighthearted little friday-night documentary about the politics of tort reform
the nutritional value and culinary versatility of quinoa are a no-brainer. i eat fairly little meat, fish and dairy, and can’t have comparable grains (barley, farro, couscous, bulgur, wheatberries) because of my gluten intolerance, so quinoa has been an invaluable part of my pantry.
recently, though, whether or not i should continue eating quinoa has been a tough call for me: did you know that since quinoa become so popular in america it is no longer affordable for the bolivians who have grown and harvested it for hundreds of years and for whom the andean grain is a dietary staple?
the answer for me has been to use quinoa sparingly, making a cup or two every month or two. is that still to much? what are your thoughts?