I use molds to ferment vegetables (think sauerkraut, but with squash, or cauliflower, or fennel, or leek…), to make soda (kombucha, often with apples or blackberry), to bake bread.
Coffee beans are fermented, too. And many other foodstuff.
Bacterias are our best friends. So tasty.

What pleasure do you get from being a jerk, exactly?

Not sure it fits the community, but I’ll start making sausages from my neighbor’s wild boars. I want to weave better (prettier) rugs from the hills of scrap fabric I stored in the barn. My friend should teach me wool felting (she’s a professional who makes great jumpers and shoes).

yes.

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Per person: I cook a head of cabbage, carrots, onions in butter+stock, and one sliced sausage. Several meals worth of tasty vegetables + a small, but sufficient, amount of protein.

Slice zucchini, sauté in butter til tender, then grate Swiss cheese in cream, mix everything in casserole dish. Bake til golden.

Halve a spaghetti squash, remove seeds, fill with small goat cheese mixed with plenty of precooked leafy greens. Top with nuts (I like sunflower, but anything goes) for a bit of crunch. Bake til tender.

But I think I’m missing something here. Just eat vegetables, you’ll get plenty of fiber.

In French, caca d’oie - “goose poo”.

I’m 8000km away, but… isn’t he getting worse? Not “his” politics, which have always been heinous. His mental state?

I’m so sorry I have to ask: the orange post is satire, right?

Please do. It’s an amazing piece of art.

I for one am all ears. Please?

Right now my husband of 15 years is 500km away with his girlfriend of 25 years. And I’m pissed because they’re having sushi and there’s no sushi restaurant around us. I want sushi.
That’s my latest poly story. I don’t mind that he’s having a romantic weekend with another woman (well, I’m happy for them), but I’m jealous of their dinner.

Literary translator here. An average-sized book takes 4 months to translate, and I bill around 12k€.
90% of books don’t sell enough copies for the publisher to recoup the costs. And that’s books that have been picked amond hundreds because they’re good and/or might sell.

Additionally, you’d need armies of competent translators. It’s a complex skill that takes years to hone. Who would do it?

And if you don’t watch Stranger Things, you die.

Recently, I was house-sitting for friends, and the dishwasher broke. I had to pause it every few minutes to empty the water by hand. It amounted to 2 shallow oven dishes’ worth of water. And not filled to the brim, either: I had to be able to bring them to the sink without spilling.
It was a really, really small quantity of water.

Nah, that was funny.

I never listen to music. When I’m running errands, I listen to the birds and the wind. I watch the leaves change colors. I chat with people I know by sight. I stop by stores I don’t need anything from just to chat with the owners. I meet friends doing their shopping and we decide to go to see a play next weekend. I sit down at a terrasse to have coffee with my kid’s former piano teacher. Think the movie Amelie, but in small-town France instead of Paris. I love my life.

Churches? For real? Never occurred to me that was a possibility. Where are you from?

In my neck of the woods it’s city hall and schools. Public, secular buildings.

It means the age when 50% people are in menopause, and 50% aren’t yet. It’s often a better metric than the more common average, which is skewed by outliers.
Like, in a country with 10 million people, 10 billionaires make the average income out of synch for the 9,999,9990 normal people. The average income in that country could be 100,000, but the mean income is 70,000. Much more representative of what life actually is for the population.