How are these searches even remotely related?

Romney was a quantum candidate. He would hold multiple positions on an issue until his waveform was collapsed.

I've mentioned before that my house was built in 1900, which maybe sounds a little primitive, but it was considered an all-mod-cons house by the standards of the time -- it always had running water, electricity, AND a furnace (no fireplaces!). The rooms are tiny by modern standards, and there were only two original closets.

My secret heart wishes for a fireplace, but my practical side longs for a second bathroom. Ah well.

How are these searches even remotely related?

In that people who search for one searched for the other. That's all most of those algorithms are based on, no?

Apparently someone who was doing something with the plumbing at my parents' house suggested they take out all of the copper pipes and sell them.

You guys, I just bought a plane ticket to Paris. I have decided fuckit, maybe I AM made of money.

Gud cracked my shit up.

"What the fuck is tiramisu?"

So, my first acquaintance with tiramisu was in the movie Sleepless in Seattle. Y'all peeps who have never heard of tiramisu, have 1990s movies gotten to where you are yet?

Back in the early 80s, my cousin was surprised to find that nobody she met in rural Florida had heard of bagels.

Bialys, I'd understand.

Bialys, I'd understand.

Bought those by mistake.

Once.

Blech.

I am not sure if/when/last I had real tiramisu. The idea sounded so great I promptly made pound cake, Blue Mountain coffee, and an rummy mascarpone whip and called it close enough.

I maid-of-honoured it into an Italian immigrant family and got their dispensation, so I'm good.

Gud made me LOL. It's funny because it's true!

I'm pretty sure General Washington was a handsome young man at that time, too, not the chubby-chin guy we see on our money. But I don't care. The show is delightful, and I was right about John Cho, too. (As in, you don't bring John Cho on your show and kill him off in the first episode. ) Spoiler font to be nice.

Where/when I grew up, in rural 1970s Tennessee, I never knew nothin' about no fancy city food until I went to college, and many things not until I moved to New Jersey. Anything that's part of a "foreign" (i.e., not American Southern) cuisine, never heard of it unless it was lasagna and spaghetti (pizza, I discovered in high school). Our versions of those would have been nigh-unrecognizable to Italians, though. For example, I also had never heard of marinara sauce or ricotta cheese. I doubt that it's much different there today.

There was a restaurant in Fayetteville, North Carolina, that was my introduction to tiramisu, and I haven't tasted anything of equal or better quality since. The place was called Trio's. I'd go there with my then-boyfriend just for that cake. The perfect mild sweetness in the mascarpone cream, they didn't use lady fingers, but whatever baked good it was, it was soaked just right, not too soggy, not too dry, so that it squished with the espresso and brandy.

I tried making it at home once, messed up the recipe so it was basically soup, but it was still delicious. Everything since has been dry and overly sweet. And man, when I went to Italy and thought I'd landed on the jackpot, I discovered, to my unending horror, that it was this mass produced frozen concoction.

I grew up in the multicultural paradise of New Jersey -- at least, if you compare it to some other places.