moakley

Exactly. Just soak it in bacon grease, let the cats lick it dry overnight, then bury it in loamy soil under an orange tree during the full moon. So easy. I'm not sure why anyone doesn't use cast iron.

I'm on mobile Chrome, so my ad blocking is limited to a DNS server.

NO. NO MORE INSTRUCTIONS.

I’m scraping it with a boar bristle brush, drying it with a traditional Japanese paper fan, then storing it in a nearby cave just like my uncle taught me!

NO. NO MORE INSTRUCTIONS.

I'm washing it with Himalayan salt, hanging it to dry in the sunshine, then storing it under my bed in a wicker box just like my great grandmother taught me!

Clean it, don't clean it, oil it, salt it, water it, "season it", season it by not cleaning it so your french toast gets all that good hamburger flavor from the night before...

I've read so many different ways to treat cast iron that at this point I'm convinced that it's all just superstition.

Right. Same flavor as Blue Curaçao.

That's grape.

Blue is a flavor, and it's yucky.

It's funny because peanut butter, jelly, and bacon go so well together. Throw a little banana in there and fry it up, and you've got a Fat Elvis.

I think PB&J is just in a different category. I could eat them literally every day and never get tired of them, and I've heard the same from most other adults and children I've talked to about it.

My brother never liked peanut butter growing up, so he'd eat cream cheese and jelly sandwiches. I don't feel the need to say that in a way that expresses disdain, because I imagine it's impossible to read that sentence without the disdain being implied.

Anyway, doesn't really matter. You do you.

I know objectively that it doesn't matter, but I'm finding it really hard not to judge you as a person.

we don’t have the time to do our chores

You also don't have to cobble your own shoes or darn your only pair of socks.

It isn't a serious perspective to say that medieval peasants had it better than anyone in a first world country today.

I can't read the article because I have an ad blocker, so I'll assume this means she's been crowned the new Ozzy, and being a rockstar will help her with the bills.

And it's all paid for by one pervert who sits across from the machine.