1. Slice the top and bottom off one hard-boiled egg, horizontally, and the top and bottom off another, vertically, if that makes sense.
This is so very Cleaning 101, but, cashmere sweaters. Help? I want to know what is a good washing technique for a cashmere sweater. Specifically: what kind of soap? Is Woolite really bunk? I heard it was bunk. If so, what’s better? How long can and should it soak? Mostly: how the hell do I get all the soap out without rubbing or wringing and thereby doing something horrible to it? I don’t think I’m going to shrink it (cold water, right?), but I’m pretty worried about ending up with a nasty felted mess that’s still full of soap detritus. I’ve been sending them to the dry cleaner two [...]
Do you enjoy beautifully shot videos of a bright red drill breaking through thick ice, into the sparkly bubbling lake below, and featuring an occasional flash of bare Finnish-musician butt, en route from sauna to lake? Videos set to well-timed, moody jazz horns? Videos that feel like they must mean something about this time of year and how you'll get through it? Do you enjoy those? Oh, but you do, you will.
I think something like 5-10 minutes in the sauna is nice, then a break, then in again, into the lake, sauna, lake, air, beer, sauna and so it goes on for hours and hours.
Marie Claire's Maura Kelly asks, "Should You Lock in a Winter Boyfriend?" and I don't even want to know what she's talking about because YES. Lock him IN. Lock, lock, lock. Who's there? "My winter boyfriend!" … is what you'll say when someone asks who it is you keep trapped inside your room. Ahh, anyway.
Every fall I start to crave this soup again. It’s one of my go-to cold weather comfort dishes, which I think has something to do with the fall colors — the pale orange lentils, the red and ochre and green gold of the spices, the red-hot Sriracha and cool sweet tomato. The heady smell of curry rushes through the house, infiltrating every corner of every room. You can’t escape it. But why would you want to?
Although this soup tastes complex, it’s almost unfairly easy to make. What, you don’t have cumin, curry, paprika, or turmeric in your home? Just add another swirl of Sriracha, no one ever needs to know. [...]
This snowy weather is making us have more sex, the same amount of sex, or less sex. May we all be on the part of the pie chart we want to be on. Even if it's just the white part.
Or even if it's down here, on the light-green part outside of the pie chart.
I ventured outside and as soon as boots touched wet, icy cement, I began to glide. A yard or so from where I began, I came to a stop, still straight up. Traveling this way felt just like standing on an airport people mover. What was I going out for again?
Back to the desk for a quick round of Google poem-ing. To keep you inside, I offer this short list of things recently described as "a slippery slope":
My husband loves these leather slippers with faux-fur lining, but after about a year, they started to carry an odor. Soon it was so bad that his clean feet would pick up a nasty, lingering foot-stank after just minutes in the slippers. We had no idea how to clean faux fur, let alone faux fur deep down inside a shoe, so we put them in the washing machine, let them get kind of wrecked, called them his "outdoor slippers" (for mail retrieval and trash disposal), and bought a new pair for indoor use. He's been more careful with these new ones — for example, he no longer puts [...]
February is upon us, and we're in danger of that yearly mood slump recognized in clinical terms as our life not being worth living, which can be worsened by a deficiency in someone to whisk you away from all this. Do we have to just let weather and seasons and years happen to us? I've scoured the web for the best in human weather abatement.
Sure, recently there's been news about weather modified by stuff like chemicals, and companies, and I think airplanes. But I don't have that kind of stuff.
I do have some of the stuff this girl suggests.
Assemble your machine from any [...]