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I nominate you to open and relabel all of these.

I have found a simple way to blanch asparagus is to use a skillet with 1/2 - 3/4 " water. Fast to boil, tender-crisp in very few minutes.

That first date would be a last date with anyone that cheap.

Larder plate: asparagus and poached eggs on dill rye fried bread with Meyer lemon beurre blanc. Bad plating but delicious

Nor do we. Ours was just a search for ANY kind of residential coverage. Insurers are abandoning California like rats on a sinking ship. We wound up the the state's Fair Plan, high rates for minimum coverage.

We were cancelled on both city and country properties and are indeed in the hands of "the last resort". When push comes to shove, and all the cards are on the table, the last resort looks like gold! Good luck!

Class act.

Rich fodder for eat local advocates.

I want to thank each of you for your very kind words. As an outsider to MFF, 3000 miles away from the center of action, at least a generation older than the average member, I am humbled by the empathy and compassion you've taken time to express. I will always be grateful for these gifts, most often from people I've never met.

My husband of many decades passed away last week after facing stage 4 cancer for 18 months. He was asymptomatic and pain-free throughout, finally losing vigor in the last several weeks. He was ready to give up the fight. I have been astounded by the outpouring of consolation by our neighbors. He had quietly made lasting connections with dozens of disparate people. I am humbled by the mark he made. It doesn't make our loss any easier, but I want to think that he is somehow aware of the depth of loss shared by our coterie of friends and neighbors.

NEVER unbuckle your seatbelts while on a plane, regardless of what the captain says. There's always some kind of turbulence just off the horizon.

I felt 2 of them.

Join the chopped liver club.

Did you? I was taught to order it “bleu mais chaud” or “crousty bleu”. Also helpful if you want calves liver done right.

My same-old, same old. Old fashioned rolled oats, covered with water, heavy shower of salt, nuked 2.5 minutes. Blanketed with heavy cream. Super strong coffee with milk. Several NYC puzzles. Bracing start to the day. Which occasionally involves heading back to bed for another hour of cossetted sleep.

No need. Just buy "self-rounding eggs". Medium perfectly fits a biscuit, large fits an English muffin, XL fits a Kayser roll.

To a collector, an item in its original, sealed container ("mint in box") is worth many orders of magnitude more than an open albeit "like new" identical item.

Went in for my first SI today. (The knee and the needle are old friends.) I’m praying for relief since ablation brought none, and my current QOL is the s - -ts.

An old saw says that you can’t miss what you never had. So how can I so desperately miss someone I never met?

I am heartbroken. I wondered why last week I kept hearing Pat Meheny’s “Last Train Home”, a track we both loved. We never met but my life is richer for our minuscule but not insignificant friendship.

My drop-jaw tourist question was at Union Square where I was asked for a Starbucks and a Pottery Barn. For these you come to San Francisco?

You’re right. Urban fires used to be single dwellings, hastily put out by city firefighters. But these wind-driven fires are wildfires, leaping rooftop to treetop. Friends in Santa Monica are panicked about their several blocks lined with palm trees, ready to act as matches.

These wind-driven fires are indeed terrifying. They leap-frog when blowing embers land tens of yards away on tinder (aka houses and foliage, anything combustible). Their speed is incomprehensible.

Are all of our SoCal family safe?

Since "I'll never be French", you can construct plate for me! No complaints at all.