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So that means you think she's in her right mind for wearing them? We see people walking up to her office all the time who are supposedly isolated in their houses because they're so embarrassed by their conditions, with huge forehead bumps and their hair pulled back when they could easily comb their hair over the bump. With enormous arm lipomas, wearing short-sleeved shirts when they could easily conceal the bump with a longer sleeve. And so on. I'm pretty sure production instructs them to dress that way so we can see their skin issues in the most glaring light. Doesn't mean that's how they dress on a regular basis out in public. YMMV.

I think for most of the patients, they wear clothes on the show they'd never wear in real life, just to amp up the drama of their situations. Who in her right mind would wear Daisy Dukes if she had a giant tumor falling out of them?

The African cayenne I have in my pantry, 3 Tbsp would set my hair on fire!

This reminds me of my first night in Paris. My boyfriend left me at the hotel to go carousing with his friend, whose wedding we were going to be attending. I couldn't really believe he went, but he did. I was starving, so I had to leave the hotel to find some dinner, and I was very nervous about my rusty French. There was a bakery across the street from the hotel, so I went in there in hopes of scrounging up something. I started to ask the man behind the counter if he could make me a sandwich (poof! you're a sandwich! old joke), and I got confused and used the Spanish word for sandwich instead of the French, as I'd been speaking Spanish a lot longer than French. And he understood me, because he actually was Spanish! So an American girl didn't go hungry in Paris thanks to a Spanish guy who owned a French bakery. I share your wish that it was more like that here. We Americans seem to be offended by people who know more than we do. And that can be a very low bar sometimes.

I could've written this whole post. I bought the pizzelle maker to turn the pizzelles into ice-cream cones, which I've never actually done. But I might this summer. Same, too, about Brooklyn and LI. Also never heard of Levain cookies, but I found two recipes for them, so I'll be making those. They look delicious to me.

It was interesting that his wife was nowhere to be seen in the follow-up footage. She was clearly pretty unsympathetic to his problem and focused on how it affected her--which became understandable once his attitude toward his health was revealed. I wonder if they split up between the intro and the follow-up.

So funny, especially because I kept thinking how much he looked like Santos in his legislative getup. Maybe they could each play the other in the movies of their lives.

There's a T-shirt if I ever saw one.

I was rooting for Maneet, partly because of that earring thing and partly because I sort of like a dynasty. Same reason I'm a Yankee fan. I'm not that crazy in general about cooking as competitive sport, but I do think this tournament has been so important for one main reason: Women have won every year. So this should go a long way to demolish the persistent myth that women are pedestrian home cooks but men are the real chefs. When you can't see the gender, the better chef wins. If Guy never accomplishes anything else (and he's done an enormous amount of good in terms of charity), this is such a significant achievement. I hope he realizes the magnitude of it in the lives of women chefs. And also stop with the dopey nicknames.

That's a funny coincidence. I'd never heard of these two ingredients in brownies before but got a recipe in my daily email from the NYT on the same day you posted this. Haven't tried it yet, but if you're interested, @caitmcg, here you go: https://cooking.nytimes.com/recipes/1024100-brownies-with-coffee-and-cardamom *Don't know why username isn't tagging. It's always something.

Unless the slow one is behind you and the fast one is in front. Then the problem kind of solves itself, no? A long time ago, I bought a full set of French Arcoroc glass dishes--bowls, teacups, saucers, everything they had. I wanted the clear glass because I had these really pretty (also French) floral place mats, and I liked that the print showed through the dishes. Fast-forward and they're all scratched up and need to be replaced. I couldn't find replacements for most of what I have. And then a search turned up glass plates at . . . Walmart. Big, heavy, and a dollar a plate. Sold. Still looking for the shallow soup bowls, but these'll do for now.

Yeah, be careful what you wish for when it comes to larger boobs. I don't know why anyone would willingly volunteer for what goes along with them: backaches, bad posture, shoulder grooves from bra straps, clothes that are hard to fit, guys calling them out on the street. I've always wanted mine to be smaller. The grass is always greener, I guess.

She did. Maneet also scored a 92. I like her. We have similar taste in earrings. Which is very important in evaluating a chef.

If you said "shezz longgg" where I grew up on Longgg Island, you'd've been laughed out of the beach club. It was "chaze lowwnge" or nothing. Same deal when editing fiction. It all depends on where you are.

Ina was her usual giggling self. Norah really seemed as if she didn't want to be there. IMHO, of course, I could be wrong. Quincy Jones and Peggy Lipton had two daughters, Rashida (of Parks and Rec) and Kidada. Peggy Lipton went to my high school, for what that's worth.

I've had to make this ^ decision in manuscripts more times than I can count. It all depends on context, I guess proving that absent context a stickler will often be wrong.

That episode with Norah Jones was so uncomfortable, for reasons I can only guess at. I was going to come here after the previous episode to say I wish they would go back to being an hour long, but this one I'd've been fine with at five minutes. I couldn't wait for it to be over. I hope that whatever made her seem so miserable is fleeting.

I must've meant the alliums, then. I always think of alliums as being purple and spherical, so I assumed they were hydrangeas. Exquisite whichever they are.

Every time you post photos, I have a new favorite, @SilverStormm. This time it's your hydrangeas. So lovely!

All they have to do to solve the problem is delete the verb. Someone's already done so in the user alert that accompanies each thread. I don't know why they're not consistent about it.

And presumably didn't get pursued and incarcerated if they happened to go to another state to have that procedure done. Or get ratted out by their neighbor. You know, the usual.

Well, the NIH disagrees with your colleague. Maybe s/he got a bad batch of poppy seeds. And I was just kidding. I'm pretty sure EtoT doesn't get tested for opiates.

I bet you're right! I was the only kid I've ever heard of who chugged prune juice from the bottle. Apparently it's an acquired taste. Don't eat the mohn ones if you have to be drug-tested, though.

I've been waiting for someone to mention hamantaschen with mohn (poppy seed) filling. My grandmother used to do those for me, since I don't typically like things filled with fruit jams. It prompted me to look up how to make it. And maybe I will!

Thanks so much for turning me on to this wonderful series, @praeceptrix! I just spent the past hour bingeing a bunch. Great new addiction (as if I needed another one).