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Having the dog at the table is a strict no-no in our house and I agree with the people who are surprised that Will allows it. I love my dog and as a full-coat shih tzu he’s pretty clean most of the time, but mealtimes are strictly off limits. He’s not allowed near the table and he’s not even allowed to look at us while we’re eating. Anything that looks like he might be thinking of begging results in banishment to the other side of the room. I loved the scene between Faith and Farhad. His “I look forward to talking to you” and her “Are you sure?” reply cracked me up. Also: Faith’s ever-changing hairstyles are beautiful.

True story: I was 18 and living in Boise, Idaho when I had my first scones. They were a local staple, you could find them all over town, and the best way to eat them was smothered in honey butter. I loved scones. Fast-forward a few years, I’ve moved back home to Washington state, I walk into a coffee shop, and they have scones! I’m delighted: I order one….and they bring me this biscuit thing with jam. Happened again every time I went anywhere. Like, what the actual hell were all these cafes serving? I ask for scones, they give me biscuity things? Finally, I gave up on trying to find proper scones because clearly everyone in Washington had gone mad. One year, while attending the blues festival in Portland, Oregon, I stopped at one of the many food stalls for some lemonade, and lo! There did I see my beloved, real scones! My first true non-Boise scone sighting in ten years! I ordered one and sat down to eat with joy in my heart, happy at last. And what, pray tell, was this delightful confection? Y’all, it turns out that in Boise a scone (found in restaurants) was what fair-goers know as an elephant ear. Yep, a ball of dough that you stretch and then deep-fry. I’ll happily accept Buddha’s comparison of scones to American biscuits. At least they’re in the same ballpark.

From an article about regency-era betrothals: “Occasionally, a woman would break the engagement, but it was frowned upon for a gentleman to break the engagement. (Society’s disapproval of his breaking the engagement is why Edward Ferrars keeps his word to Lucy Steele in Sense and Sensibility.)” https://byuprideandprejudice.wordpress.com/2014/01/28/courtship-and-marriage-in-the-regency-period/

I try not to be, but I am totally That Guy when it comes to handing my dog (shih tzu) over to a pet sitter/dog walker, even down to the kiss before I let go of him.

As someone who has had to scrape together enough money for a dog’s surgery, I teared up over this - it made me love Buddha even more. I wasn’t sure about Victoire in the first episode, but I’m liking her more and more. “We don’t bake” made me laugh. It was nice to see them get a proper night off where they really did get to just relax and share their stories. This season is unusual for me in that there isn’t anyone I’m actively ready to see leave. Well done on the casting!

You know? Now that you said that, my visits to London (4 between 2002-2005) were very similar. We did eat pub food but none of it really stood out other than the servers being very helpful. My then-boyfriend and I lived on amazing Thai, Chinese, and kebabs, though we did stop in at Hard Rock Cafe for some fajitas because my one weird, huge craving whenever I travel overseas is Mexican food. At that time, Hard Rock Cafe was the closest we could find. Now I feel like I need to go back and give pub food another shot.

It’s all available on PBS Passport (which you subscribe to through PBS), but if you subscribe to PBS Masterpiece through Amazon, you get the episodes 1 week at a time. I watched the entire season last weekend (no spoilers, I promise).

I grew up on cottage pie (in my house it was “Dad’s casserole”), but it’s a very, very basic (povvo) version: ground beef, onions, tomato sauce, and green beans topped with mashed potatoes and cheese. It’s cheap and freezes well, and it’s a winter staple. I always think I want to try one of the fancier versions but childhood always wins out. I also loved the Victoire/Potato Girl team-up (yes, I know it’s Sylwia). My love of potatoes earned me the nickname “Tater” from my dad when I was a kid, so I’ve decided Sylwia is my long-lost bestie. Sara’s crack about Tom using agar in his perfectly-coiffed hair made me giggle. I didn’t like her in her season but I agree with the earlier poster who commented that she seems a little more mellowed out here. Oh! All my life I’ve been putting the malt vinegar on my fish, never the fries. I dip my fries in tartar sauce, though. Suddenly, salt & vinegar potato chips make a *whole* lot more sense….

I loved the team’s collective shock at Roy & Keely’s breakup, and how invested they all seem to be in that relationship. The scene where Jamie tried to comfort Roy was awkward, sweet, and hilarious. I have enjoyed seeing Jamie evolving into a person rather than a “type.”

There was some implication that Harriett’s parentage was in doubt (hence her still being at the school), and that a match with Mr. Martin was greatly advantageous for her, though less so for him. The only person who opposed the match was Emma, because Miss Smith becoming Mrs. Martin put them firmly in different social circles: “as much above my notice as beneath it,” meaning Mr. Martin wasn’t poor enough to need Emma’s charity but not high enough status to come to the same dinner parties. It’s quite probable that Charlotte’s marriage to Ralph could result in this same divide for her and the Parkers. Even without the complication of her obvious attachment to Colbourne, I imagine this is a hard reality for her to be facing.

I remember Buddha being rather fair-to-middling in the first few episodes. He really hit his stride after a shaky start and never looked back, but I feel like at one point he was thisclose to being eliminated for his greasy samosas, I think? Didn’t he deep fry puff pastry or something? And the young smiley cheftestant got eliminated instead because of raw potatoes? Anyway, I was pretty exasperated with Buddha and thought for sure he was living on borrowed time until the episode when he paired up with Jackson for the EC. My point is I haven’t written Buddha off quite yet. Begoña is definitely one of my front-runners. She seems to be pretty solid and creative, and I like her calm energy. Gabri stresses me out. He’s probably perfectly lovely but just watching him is exhausting. Dawn is another one who stresses me out so I’m okay with her exit.

Keeley and Rebecca’s relationship is my favorite female friendship on tv. I absolutely love that they openly support and admire each other without subtle (and not-so-subtle) digs. In addition to the male friendships the show has cultivated where men are allowed to have and express emotions, I love that they’ve also made space for women to demonstrate that we don’t actually need to compete; we can celebrate each other’s successes without the other person’s value being diminished as a result. Count me in with the people who are firmly in the Keeley/Roy as endgame camp. I am ready for Nate to stop with his vile, filthy, disgusting spitting. I am so grossed out every time.

And the way Ted repeated it the same way made me snort-laugh. Also: Higgins asking Rebecca why she was dressed like an umlaut. I didn’t feel that she did backtrack. Her original focus was on destroying what he loved by hiring an “incompetent” coach to drive Richmond into the ground. Over time, she grew to love the team and she wants them to succeed. If she’s still a little too interested in what Rupert thinks, that’s fair, but now she wants to beat him (with a team she has come to respect and support). But she can still respect and support her team while wanting to beat the superiority out of her smug ex.

I highly recommend her Academy Award-nominated turn in Everything Everywhere All at Once. The entire movie is absolutely bonkers in the best way and she’s great in it.

Sorry, Double-post

YMMV for sure. If I have a “type,” my crushes almost always either fall under the stereotypical Tall, Dark, and Handsome, or else I’m crushing really hard on guys who remind me more of Howdy Doody than George Clooney. I could see where people might be drawn to Rob. I thought Sheldon was exactly as Sheldon as can be expected, and that’s not a bad thing. Sheldon only relates to people and circumstances as they affect him, and his reactions were totally in keeping with a character trait that has been consistent in both iterations of the character. That he thought he was actually going to have to deliver the baby and was prepared to do so shows that he cares in his own way. It’s important to remember he is still a child and his disappointment over the failed launch is perfectly valid.

I love how interested Salma always is in other people’s stories, and how quick-witted she is.

Ha! I drove a ‘67 Malibu with a tricky carburetor, only I didn’t have to climb on anything and I used a screwdriver instead of a pencil. It also had a leaky radiator so I had to keep a gallon of water handy at all times, as well as drive with the heat blasting in 105 degree Idaho summers. God, I loved that car! Good times…. I appreciated Charlie’s final chat with Davis. The way she appeared to psych him out gave me Doctor Who vibes: “Don’t you think she looks tired?”

Oh lord I was crying. I didn’t think I could love this episode more and then that happened. 😂😂😂

Oh, lord, me too. I want to smack him upside the head and tell him to stand the hell up.

I really wanted to see the case from the opening opening scene. Clementine being a law unto herself! Barnabus getting caught up in the confusion! I loved the entire episode but we needed that story too!

Does anyone else catch themselves saying “MYzeld” every time you see or hear “misled?” Ever since Amy’s confession, her pronunciation keeps trying to assert dominance in my head. It’s like the time I read a Bloggess post in which she declared that the plural of fox should be “foxen” and now in my head it is. Yes, English is my first language….

I am heartbroken for his family and friends. tWitch was hands-down my all-time favorite. His light, his wonderful dancing, his positive energy, and his generosity toward all of his dancing partners even when they were competing against each other were such a joy to watch. This is devastating news.

This. I don’t expect archaic Shakespearean English, but maybe try to work a little harder at toning down the “moms” and “it sucks” and “like, totallys”? They sound like cosplayers at a Comic Con, not characters in a high fantasy series. I love Willow and this world, but the dialogue is killing me.

There was absolutely no point to it. If the “gargantuan” twist had been “they have to prep and cook meals for a team of firefighters/athletes/a soup kitchen,” that would have made sense. They could have fed 150 families of four on just the 150 pounds of pasta (assuming 1 1-lb box per family).