I managed to cook a couple of more or less perfect hard boiled eggs to go in my ramen and salad tonight; came out of the shells without tearing, and the yolks were neither rubbery nor coated with that slimy greenish patina.
'Hell Bound'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
We always called those gumballs.
Sorry about your BiL's diagnosis, Bev.
Gumballs here too. Or alternately, "ouch wtf did I just step on".
We called them stickerballs.. Osage oranges were sometimes called horse apples.
I had to google Osage oranges. I don't think I've ever seen one.
huh, we called Osage oranges crabapples.
Ditto here.
I just watched Gus Kenworthy win the men's slopestyle US Grand Prix—crossing my fingers he qualifies for the US skiing team in Pyeongchang.
JZ, Bev, what a difficult thing. I'm so sorry.
Fuck cancer.
JZ, Bev, much love to you and your families. Best outcome ~ma for all of you. It's so damn hard.
I'm sorry about your BiL's diagnosis, Beverly.