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We have a similar story up here, but no one's ever been arrested, no body found, and the father has moved out of state and clammed up. I have vivid memories of divers going into the freezing river, in December, in Maine, day after day. Every Christmas I think of this sweet baby and what she must have gone through, whether she somehow wandered off into the snow or was taken by someone. Maybe there'd be some answers if Dateline shone a light.

Aside from a few bits of repeated info (Ashton liking to show off his body, for example), I found the episode interesting, and I learned a bunch of stuff I'd always been curious about, so I didn't find this a waste of time--no more so than watching the show in the first place!

Verbatim what I was thinking while I watched the most recent episode. Was she like this all the time during the first season? I don't remember it that way, but maybe I just blocked it out. If they don't dial her back a little, she's gonna wind up being pretty unlikable.

Maybe Brent the cameraman swam out and rescued it. He's the one with the track record.

If the DNA testing is expected to be done in a few months (and what's the delay, I wonder?), per the printed info given at the end of the second episode, why not wait till it's been done and then air all this? So that it comes with a resolution? I felt after watching that there's two hours of my life I'll never get back. Probably not the best choice of words given all the years that Kevin Cooper won't get back, but still . . . Wasn't there any other case that could've filled this gap until the full story could finally be told?

I put parchment in the dutch oven. Today I used a proofing basket to raise the dough after it came out of the IP. Looks very pretty!

You mix up the dough in a bowl that will fit into the IP, standing it on the trivet. Cover with plastic wrap, put the lid on, set for Yogurt, and let it go for about three and a half hours. No pressure involved, obviously, and it seems to be the perfect proofing environment. Then you bake in a dutch oven. Here's a basic recipe.

Absolutely, on both counts. Cuts proofing to a third of the usual time, so you can start at lunch and have bread for dinner. Love that.

I bought an Instant Pot last year, based on advice I asked for here, and I've been loving it. Every time I'm skeptical that a particular dish won't work in it, I try it anyway, and I'm always pleasantly surprised. Like lasagna, which I convinced myself was going to be a flop and was excellent. And it's a perfect way to proof no-knead bread, which I haven't had great success with in the past. I've made two different loaves in the last two weeks, and both came out fabulous. So thanks for the good advice, and next week I'm making yogurt and maybe risotto--without all the stirring. P.S. I've bought a few little accessories for it. My favorite so far is a silicone steam diverter, which lets me vent the pot without blasting the bottom of my cabinets or the bulb in my pendant light fixture. Or my face. Very useful little gizmo.

Cameron = Kamuran, I think. Because . . . creative spelling run totally amok. If women don't handle workplace sexual misconduct by speaking up on their own behalf and telling abusive and/or clueless men to cut it the fuck out, the alternative is to kick the problem upstairs to a group of men in a higher position and rely on them to handle it for the weak, incapable women. Which to my way of seeing things keeps women infantilized and under the protection (or not) of men. This is not a win as far as I can tell. Reporting a problem to workplace authorities is only part of the solution. The arguably more important part is to "open a mouth," as my mother used to say.

Thanks, @Byrd is the Word (which I'll now be singing in my head all day). I think I might've been conflating two cases, at least re length of tenancy. What still puzzles me is that the signature on the "later" lease they produced seemed to have the unmatching signature (the landlady's, that is). Her signature on the previous lease and some other document (HUD application?) appeared to match. So I'm probably more confused than I was before. Good thing I don't have any problems in my own life that need attention. ;o)

On the other hand, if someone has been saying sexually inappropriate things to you on a regular basis, you don't then say "Sweet and juicy" to him in response to the latest sexually inappropriate thing as you're squeezing orange juice. Either you're offended or you're complicit. I think she's been dragging it out because it gets her some extra attention. Or it really doesn't bother her at all. That would be a way to end the season. I really hope we're not having our chain yanked.

Okay, maybe I missed something in the electrical-hookup case, so correct me if I'm wrong. But who lives in a rental (and I've lived in my share) without getting a single electric bill for eight months (was that the length of their tenancy?) and after a max of two months of not getting bills doesn't call the utility company to make sure that the account is under their name and that they'll be receiving bills in the near future? The lease clearly said that the tenants were responsible for "all utilities," although the write-in (uninitialed by either party) added info about trash. There was also nothing in the utilities section specifying that the tenants needed to be notified that they had to pay for electricity, even though JJ said that was a condition of their needing to pay it--which IMO was utterly wacko. It's spelled out in their lease, and anyone who's a conscientious renter would check when they didn't start receiving bills after a short time. I think we had two sets of scammers in this case, but being willfully ignorant paid off for one set.

She said it three times while making her dish. And for bonus points, she licked her fingers and went on touching the food. I find myself wishing that one of the other three would say, "No, I don't know what you're saying. Could you explain?" every time she asks. Just to screw with her.

She was tailKating!

Leave it to the Below Deck casting people to find the one rude Canadian in existence. Oy Canada.

Starlina Todd, the corrupt secretary-treasurer of the Lollipop League. I know I'm a loon, because I sit in front of the TV and imitate the facial expressions and vocal tics of the most interesting JJ litigants. They make a face, I make the same face. Starlina really had me at the top of my game today. If Hollywood ever calls, I've got a whole stash of characters ready to roll.

But . . . but . . . he was her "protector"! He was her Superman! What the heck did Kristina need all this protecting from? Maybe from the guy at work who was using the female staff as his personal harem. Oh, no, never mind--that's who was protecting her. What a crazy set of circumstances. I'm going to go look up "covenant marriage" and see what that really is, if it's a thing at all. I at first thought it was some Mormon/polygamous deal, but the show did absolutely nothing to explain. They just took Sareena's (come on) word that it was almost impossible to get divorced from a covenant marriage. Which makes no sense at all, if there's no state involvement, which is what she made it seem like. Also, you're not an alpha female if you live in fear of your husband and cook dinner for his mistress at his command. You're a nutjob dishrag. Some of these people . . . ETA: Here's what Wiki says about covenant marriage. I'm not surprised about the three states in the country that recognize this.

Receiving a communication from the legal representative of someone you might have slandered isn't bullying. Not everything that tells you to quit doing shitty stuff is bullying. We really have to get a hold of that word and stop flinging it around recklessly. Also, as I've posted before, and maybe others have as well, Caroline's father is an attorney, so she's probably not without resources in that regard.

The fact that he had a ghostwriter/coauthor doesn't seem to be much of a secret. The name of the guy who wrote the book with him is right on the cover, under Lee's name: Michael Shohl. Much more up-front than lots of celebs who publish their autobiographies.

I just saw this case for the second time. Both times I was amazed that Byrd didn't shut that down instantly. And it seemed to go on for a long time. And could I use the word "time" even more times????

Oh, no, never thought you would--or did! Seriously. I, too, melt in the heat and humidity. When I was a kid, I'd sleep in the bathtub in the summer, just for the coolness of the porcelain. I knew for real that I belonged here in the frozen north the night I went out to brush the snow off the satellite dish, wearing a T-shirt, panties, and rubber boots. They should create a Heroes from Away medal in my name. I do, and I agree.

Just gorgeous. That looks like a painting. I also adore coastal Georgia. We both fell in love with Brunswick when we were there for a visit. In fact, I can't think of anyplace in America that I would say something unkind about. We're lucky to live in this country, wherever we find ourselves, as long as we're all treated as equals. Really beautiful, @Reality police. If you tell me that's the view out your window, I will be seriously jealous. On topic, I liked the exterior colors they chose for the last two camps. Mustard for standing out against the landscape and forest green for blending in.

Tennessee is beautiful. We toyed with the idea of moving to Knoxville a while back. But we thought the cold might preserve us better.

This is the one with the English comic Jimmy Carr, yes? Where he hosts and two teams of American comics solve people's problems? I lasted about five minutes. Nobody said anything close to funny. I saw part of one of his concert specials not long ago. If I never have to listen to his donkey-braying laugh again, heehawing at things that aren't funny, it would be too soon.