I used to avoid refried beans. Until I did a little work at an orphanage in Honduras and refried beans were served as breakfast (with tortillas and sliced avocado and eggs). Completely changed me. These were thicker than what I’m used to seeing, but I’m down for all kinds of refried beans now.

From Hawai’i here. I recently learned a new trick from a Filipino woman in regards to Spam: fry it until it screams. You put a thicker layer of oil in the pan and fry it until either the bottom side takes on a kind of yellow hue or you can hear a little whistle come out of it. This causes the fat to render and brings out the meat flavor in the Spam. Plus it gets crispier. Makes GREAT Spam musubi.

Spam, egg, and rice is a favorite of my kids (and me). Can get it at McDonald’s here. Also good on pizza.

My grandfather (served in WWII and Korea) LOVED this. He’d add soy sauce to the chipped beef, thus explaining his two heart attacks.

Scrapple.

I first had it at a diner in Philly. I tend to try things I might not get a chance to try elsewhere and so I asked what scrapple was. I was told it was better not to know and just eat it. Delicious.

I concede and withdraw my prior point.

Look at this guy, calling bullshit on Fleetwood Mac

The Sixth Sense. Once you know the twist the entire movie falls apart upon scrutiny and becomes dumber upon rewatch. The entire plot of that movie is in service of the twist reveal. Unlike Fight Club where you only get to experience that first viewing once and then the movie becomes very different (and arguably better) once you watch it again.

I love that it generated the name “Juano.” That seems like a special kind of racist.

I would love a Metroid film, but one that takes its cues from Moon where Samus is basically alone, but she has some kind of JARVIS-like companion with which to speak. Just big, abandoned spaces, punctuated by action set pieces.

ngl, I’d lose it if his only line is a well-placed “well, eXcUsE mE, PrInCeSs!”

EDIT: I see that I am far from the only person to make this joke. Please accept my apologies for my lack of originality. For penance I shall spend an hour walking among ReDeads but not battling them.

My completely unscientific theory is that all the preservatives in his food are, well, preserving him. Which is why he’s still up and moving around.

Well, The Hard Times has, for many years, satirized the fact that pop-punk singers tend to gravitate toward high school aged women…

Nah, Vance is going to jump over to evangelicalism. It’s more expedient; the white supremacists have always been anti-Catholicism and this will only serve his larger purposes. Also, evangelicals are more lenient on divorce (unless Erica has already moved on since she dropped out of that recent TPUSA event that drew like eleven people the other day)

I feel like there’s a really great Bob Dylan song that deals with this very topic… Maybe JD Vance should listen to it?

I think they let their cat walk on the keyboard when it was set for Wingdings, iirc

Doctor or The Great Physician?

I used to live on a boarding school campus as an administrator. My kids and I were hanging on a culvert at a pond on the campus, I leaned over to look at something and my black iPhone 7 slid right out of my breast pocket and into the water. I knew that I had like fifteen minutes before it died. So I ran home, grabbed a wetsuit jacket (it was like February in Florida, cold enough to need this) and put on my board shorts and ran back to the water with a net. I waded in, felt my body sink down to my knees in muck. It was so gross that I wasn’t about to let my head get underwater. But I felt with my feet and used the net to pull stuff up from around where I saw the phone fall (while my wife pinged it with the Find My app). She watched the dot disappear and that’s when we knew the phone had died. Never found it.

I took like three showers after that, just to be sure. And I do not go near ponds with my phone anywhere except in my hip pockets (or in a sling bag)

Reminds me of one of my favorite ways to eat vanilla ice cream: with olive oil and a bit of sea salt. I get a lot of grief for this, but I learned about it ages ago in an old Cracked (.com) article and it is really good.

Roman children yearned for them.

I always smother those IKEA meatballs in lingonberry jam. Delicious.

Also, I’ve heard of Lakota dishes that involve bison steaks drizzled with a blueberry reduction or compote. I’ve always wanted to try that.