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Honey-Nut Cheerios. Skim milk. Didn't check the date on the carton, crossed fingers, offered it up to God. A stray PBR that I found in the back of the fridge. Someone invite me over for dinner. Now.

My refrigerator is an abomination. I need a new one, but my landlords are AWOL.

What "girlies" are you hanging around with that won't help with prep? I've got the 10" wide blade, Mr. Campbell, and I know how to use it. My 8" knives are for the boys.

Do you know where your towel is?

Dude, where was I? Oh yeah. Eating Cheerios.

Me too.

Congratulations.

I'm going home to Kalamazoo. Otherwise, I'd be in. Have fun!

Whoa! Skimming this thread again, I thought you said: "I also make my own marijuana sauce. 'cause who doesn't? Is bong water one of the mother sauces now? Hunh. I certainly hope not.

Whoa! Skimming this thread again, I thought you said: "I also make my own marijuana sauce. 'cause who doesn't?

I also have the 10" wide blade Wusthof. And a Wusthof paring knife. That's all. The 10" is so lovely, I don't use it at school. It's only for home. Wusthof is the shizzy. Use your steel obsessively. Not only is it fun to do and it makes a fun sound, but it will keep you from having to put your knives on the stone as much. I use my steel (when my knife is being used heavily) at least every 10 minutes, and certainly before and after each use. Minimum.

What's the estimated finishing date? Yesterday. Good work. Thank you.

What's the estimated finishing date? Yesterday.

Bought a 30-pack of PBR last night for $9.99. Just so you know.

Guess i don't need to mention what i used to use the edge of my bankcard for. Damn! I thought that was what my bench scraper was for.

Where? Let's grab it!

My mother is a cook herself. She doesn't give me many weird looks.

I got a free bottle of it a couple weekends ago, and what do you know, I drank it. Mickblueeyes said it all--yes, it's a little distasteful. I thought I'd like it because I like Alize (a lot), but it was pukey. We call it "The Blue."

The WhirlAway (Fullerton), and The Mutiny (Western), both in Chicago. Sacre Bleu.

PBR me ASAP. I like PBR. I'm poor.

Grilled vegetable sandwiches: mushrooms, onions, red bell peppers, squashes, with tomato, arugula, and a basil Gouda. Kettle Chips. Mesquite.

I have a friend here in the city that is always broke as hell, and I end up buying a lot of meals for him, just because I like to go out to eat--no matter where it is--and I enjoy his company. But He. Never. Eats. Never! He eats the pickle, or the lettuce, or part of the fries. And my etiquette (don't laugh) prevents me from slapping his face every time he orders food I KNOW he won't eat. What's wrong with him? He does, however, eat every bite when I cook for him at home.

Not necessarily...I've got the best relationship ever with my kids. My ex? Fuck her.

A woman I used to work with would become literally sick at the sight or smell of mayonnaise. I love mayonnaise, myself, but even this is a little . . . off.

You've got kids? Holy shit, dude, that's the scariest thing I've ever read on the Internet. Got a pic of me with them...for the right price...believe or not, I'm the best dad around.... What are you asking?