Every time someone drinks iced tea the entire people of Ireland shudder collectively and don't know why.

Ireland doesn't have to deal with 100 degrees with 99% humidity for days, so....

I grew up on tea, tea and more tea, but iced and unsweetened. And for me, with a shitload of lemon in it.

I don't want sugar in my coffee or in my tea, although when I am ill, I skip coffee and drink loads of Irish Breakfast with lemon and a touch of honey, or Earl Grey with lemon.

Earl Grey is also lovely iced.

My dad switched over from coffee to hot tea after his heart attack, and is very, very fond of Harney's Tower of London blend.

Thank you all for the reassurance! And now I'm out of Tylenol, and I can't find any not-store-brand because of the recall.

I never liked mayo, but I love Vegenaise. (The Spectrum brand vegan mayo, though, is gross.)

If it doesn't have eggs in it, it isn't mayonaisse! I need a recipe for mayo, though, because everything I can find on the shelves has soybean oil in it.

I need a recipe for mayo, though, because everything I can find on the shelves has soybean oil in it.

1 egg yolk, 1 tsp vinegar or lemon juice, dash of salt, about a cup of oil.

Whisk together everything but the oil, then add the oil in a thin stream, whisking constantly until it looks like mayo. Taste, season, eat.

[eta the word YOLK! Not a whole egg.]

Zen, you can also make mayo in a blender, which is a lot less whisking.

I dunno, but I think I'd rather be a Man-pony than a confused horse. At least a Man-pony knows what he is!

Of course, then your name would be Schmacky.

Yeah, but then you have to clean a blender afterwards when you COULD be making a BLT with homemade mayo.

[Also I don't have a blender-mayo recipe memorized. When I want to make some right away, whisking is faster 'cause I can just grab an egg and go.]

Gronk. I think I have reached my Good Deed Quota for the year now.

Last night after the first Olympians show, I went out with the cast to a bar, and as the night wound down, I offered rides, as I am wont to do. I gathered a caravan of women, taking one to Inner Richmond and one to the Mission ("Where do you live?" "Oakland." "Oh, so you're just being kind."). It was now one in the morning, and my final charge, whom I'd met in the Theban Chronicles, was a few blocks away.

Except she was frantically searching through her purse. Because she had forgotten her keys at work. And her roommate was out of town. And she lived on the fourth floor. And her "office" was her boss's house. She tried calling various people she knew in the city in hopes of finding a place to crash, but no one picked up. The one person that did pick up...she had forgotten lived in Oakland.

So I took her back to my place so she wouldn't have to sleep on her doorstep. She kept asking if it was okay, and I kept telling her there wasn't really any other option. Hell, I had convinced her not to get a second drink; if she hadn't come with me and had just taken a cab or Muni home before discovering she was locked out, she would have been even more fucked.

Then this morning I got up stupid early so I could get her to West Portal by 8 (a half-hour car ride vs. a two-hour ride on BART and Muni). She bought me breakfast, but she's also trying to think of what the hell she could possibly do to repay me.

Then again, we did have this conversation on the way back to Oakland:

"Guys like to feel useful."
"I especially."
"You're welcome!"
"Thank you for making me feel useful."

P.-C., you're a good guy.

Thanks for the how-to-make-mayo, Jessica and Vortex!