Like most Bon Appetit recipes, it’s over complicated; you can collapse some of the steps. They are always a winner.

I’m in rolls mode tonight.

Poor trumpeter will be doing a jump scare in bed for a decade with that ginormous mallet in his dreams.

It’s really good

Sadly, I have to admit that, Bailey will probably be pretty good at the job (the one Trump has designed, that is) and definitely better than Patel whose immaturity and inability to anticipate virtually anything has made him a clown even to his own party.

They call the perp Formerly Slim Jim

It’s my favorite pet theory that MAGA leaders despise each other. I don’t think there are even any internal cliques. If Trump disappeared, there would be a cannibalistic frenzy.

To be fair, most of the human written ones were slop as well. Finding genuine authorative sources for just about anything on the internet has become more and more frustrating and time consuming, although AI is kicking that phenomenon into hyper drive.

My university ID got me into 5 workout/rec centers around campus in Ann Arbor, 1983-87, even when I no longer lived in university housing. The one next to my frosh dorm was brand new. It took a purposeful decision not to invest in personal health/having fun/camaraderie through physical activity.

Some may be filming to send to remote trainers (a thing, bc of internet, some probably now bots), but others were clearly shooting for production. Definitely counter to this gym’s culture which is firmly “I’ve got 90 minutes to crank out this workout.”

I live in a charming but culturally very square part of STL. Unaccountably, a large, outstanding global foods market lies just a block down the street. Have no idea how it got there, but it has thrived for decades. Has been an enormous boon to my cooking repertoire.

My (beloved) gym 100% rid of tripod wielding, equipment hogging “content producers” now for over a year.

Last time I went the super-fancy Schnucks at Manchester and Ballas, there was a live band in the cafe near produce. People were dancing. Nearby, an entire climate controlled room dedicated to cheese. Upstairs, cooking classrooms.

My theory is that the social media contract is mostly bad faith. It nets out as “elevating the existence of genuinely awful people in such a way that normies must become knowledgable about them." Can be dissolved immediately by logging off, but we don’t.