Imagine getting a brand new wool sweater, and it’s already got cat hair on it! Such efficiency!

French people are very serious about 2 things:

La Liberté et La Cuisine

Sounds like a good argument for moving to a new time zone while staying in the same job, working remotely. Or finding a new remote job in a different time zone in the opposite direction. Whichever doesn’t land you in the middle of an ocean, unless I guess it would put you on a lovely island with good internet

You could make “Hush puppies” by just frying little spoonfuls of batter. Or coat something else like onion rings, maybe broccoli?

Also, from eyeballing the recipe I think you could use it (the recipe) to make cornbread by adding ¼ cup of melted butter (to a whole batch) and baking it in a greased pan.

Tbf, you could substitute a human baby and it would be the same. Babies are also cute little assholes. The main difference is that you can’t safely let a wriggling baby drop to the floor.

Since you don’t know them I’m guessing they’re not available in your area so here’s a recipe. I haven’t tried it myself but it looks right.

https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/244753/dads-homemade-corn-dogs/

What we call corn many places call maize. The cornmeal used for polenta should be a good substitute if that’s easier for you to find.

As for measurements:

1 teaspoon= 5 ml.

3 teaspoons = 1 Tablespoon = 15 ml.

2 Tablespoons = 1 (liquid, ergo volume) ounce = 30 ml

2 ounces = ¼ cup = 60 ml

8 ounces = 1 cup = 240 ml

Now, with your scale, you can weigh out 240 ML water, and use that to determine which cup in your cupboard will be most useful. With dry ingredients, don’t pack them down, just scoop it in, then scrape to level off the top with the back of a knife.

See also: Jeffrey Epstein

I think it’s less about “my daughter is smart” and more about “my innocent young daughter is anxious” as a commentary on the surveillance state. Although she’s more likely in danger from faulty AI facial recognition.

Okay I vote we get ein stein of beer with our pie!

Sardines are full of calcium, omegas and protein!

And it’s not as if the cats licked the tin

Those eyebrows! I live far far away but so appreciate what you do.

HugsA respectful ear scritch and slow blink to Dovey!

“It sounds like you’re just feeding shelter sardines to the cats.”

Luckily nobody is going to cry about that.

That’s interesting, there’s two bakeries with bread within walking distance from me. But they’re not square loaves, it’s sourdough and rodeo bread and challah and baguette and focaccia… And rolls, and yes pastries as well. Tbf, I live in Los Angeles so the unusual part isn’t variety, it’s the “walking.”

This is beautiful. Imagine if NASA could engineer sufficiently protective suits that were this flexible, and we sent up a crew trained in ballet as well as spaceflight to take full advantage of the low gravity.

Ambush predator

Fwiw, cats have resting stern face. He might just be thinking, “yep, that’s ol’ wdx over there, wonder what he’s up to today.”

Nice picture

Fortunately there’s probably a variety of colors and styles available at a shelter near you!

And they often have extra deals in Spring during kitten season, for instance ask about a 2-for-1 discount on bonded pairs, or a coupon for a low-cost spay/neuter clinic.

Once you get your kittens, it’s a great time to start medical insurance, before any “pre-existing conditions” show up.

My cat will allow brief chest pets. NOT belly rubs!!!

Mostly I think she just wants me to stop walking and give her my full attention. She flops right at my feet. Usually while I’m carrying something.

Sometimes she’ll let me touch her paws too, NOT in a grabby way, just with my fingertips.

(She normally allows face scritches and back pets but this position isn’t conducive.)

And sometimes I just take a few seconds to tell her good things about herself, like she’s smart and pretty and brave and strong.

Fortunately, cats are cool with the attention only lasting a few minutes.

Or “ground beef” or “hamburger meat”

One thing we rarely if ever call it is “minced” or “mince.”

To my American mind that suggests it’s been cut into tiny pieces with a knife, not ground through a grinder.

Mincing is something you do to an onion, or in stiletto heels and a knee-trappingly-tight skirt.

Part of the toxicity is refusing to listen to advice from “females”