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I guess the ubiquitous "potato nail" for baked potatoes is a small-scale version of the same.

I was picturing Ron Popeil. Or maybe K-Tel.

Yeah. I'm always amazed/amused by those who harbour a deep and vocal suspicion of Big Pharma, but give Big Supplement a pass. Both are multi-billion dollar industries, but one spends billions on research while the other just has to say "may help with..." or "traditionally used for [X]".

Surely it wouldn't be too hard to tweak the wiring and put a toggle or push-button switch to engage/disengage the fan. ...unless there's a warranty issue involved, I guess. Never mind.

One of my favorite laugh-out-loud moments in Ruhlman's "Making of a Chef" was when he straight-facedly repeated the CIA's line that it imported its towels from Germany, because nothing made in America was good enough. Seriously, guys? It's a freakin' towel. I've bought them at Walmart in a big bundle, and they worked just fine.

I don't know that this necessarily counts as a "funny," but what the heck: http://business.financialpost.com/news/retail-marketing/no-joke-kfc-canada-starts-accepting-bitcoin-for-a-bucket-of-chicken-immediately-sells-out

I would be troubled enough about Amazon, Google and Apple, without even getting to hackers or government agencies. I guess it marks me as a Luddite or a privacy crank, but there is literally no combination of features that would entice me to introduce an always-on surveillance device into my home.

What leaps out to me is that 0 grams of dietary fiber is listed as 1% of the daily amount. Doubtless it's a rounding thing, but it struck my eye as odd/amusing.

Oh, I don't doubt for a moment there are Asian aficionados of Western food, just as there are Westerners with a deep expertise in - and appreciation of - Asian food. I was amused by the "reverse-purist" aspect of the whole thing, is all. In one of Neil Gaiman's novels the main character's mom recovers from cancer and wins the lottery, so she moves to China because she loves Chinese food. She left after a few months though, because the Chinese didn't do it properly.

I can't help but picture an Asian tourist looking down incredulously at an artisanal Neapolitan-style pie and grumbling "I don't know what the hell you call that, but it ain't pizza!"

At least the commenter liked the result. I'm always equally amused and irritated when a commenter changes *everything* in a recipe, then gives it one star 'cause it didn't turn out properly.

Cool. Minor piece of trivia for you: He and Paul Simon wrote their first song together in (wait for it...) 4th grade. Lot of water under the bridge since then.

On the "mildly sarcastic" side of food funnies, a local chef Instragrammed his daily special recently. It was an artisan grilled cheese sandwich, smothered in cheese sauce, browned under the salamander, then topped with crispy Southern-fried chicken skin as a garnish. He hashtagged it with #dietfood and #beachbody.

I love it when stores flat-price meats and poultry that way. I've seen weight variance of up to 40%, and I'm not at all embarrassed to stand there at the display gondola and sift through EVERY FREAKIN' PACKAGE to find the one or two largest. Scots ancestry, doncha know.

LOL Have you ever seen the movie "The Accidental Tourist," with William Hurt and Geena Davis? He's a very uptight travel writer (who actually hates travelling) and she's the free-spirited dog groomer who inexplicably falls in love with him. In one scene she's helping his equally buttoned-up siblings (Kathleen Turner and David Ogden Stiers) put away the groceries, and is confounded to learn that they organize the dry goods alphabetically. She holds up a box of macaroni and asks them if it goes under P for Pasta or M for Macaroni, and is greeted by an uncomfortable and incredulous few moments of silence before Kathleen Turner says pointedly that it's E, for Elbow macaroni.

My parents used to buy it occasionally when I was a kid. I used to take tongue sandwiches (just "pot roast" style, not corned) in my school lunch, which was great for grossing out my classmates.

I made the mistake of taking the northern route once when I hitched through Ontario as a teen. Got dropped at the Pickle Lake turnoff, and got a lift 14 hours later from the *third* car to pass. I'm guessing from your description you're well to the north of even that neck of the woods.

LOL Yeah, personally I don't get the appeal. Aye, well.

For my daughter, "not the whole jar" actually means "I didn't take a spatula and scrape the sides."

Google owns Nest, so it's quite possible that some sort of cease-and-desist would be forthcoming.

It's physically beautiful, and the silicone liner for easy removal/fuss reduction is a stroke of genius. I think it would appeal to a large enough niche to be a viable product.

That's a shame, but knowing when to pull the plug is one of the most under-rated entrepreneurial skills.

I have the three rollers as well, and they work just fine. I've made pasta a few times now with the granddaughters, and they enjoyed it immensely.

One of the thrift shops where I live (the Habitat for Humanity "ReStore") has a policy that staff/volunteers can't buy anything until it's been priced and on the floor for (IIRC) two days.

Just for the sake of morbid curiosity, I have to ask...what constitutes bitter cold in your neck of the woods? I see Floridian tourists carrying sweaters here in mid-August, so you've piqued my interest.