That’s easy, just cut your morel open and check if it’s hollow. Supposedly, I wouldn’t know…

Morels are hard to find.

Bingo!

There possibly is…

Foraging is free and you end up with really delicious free food (if you’re careful, otherwise death).

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My dad bought me a $300 ice cream maker - it actually churns out really delicious soft serve style ice cream with barely any work. The issue is it’s about 100 lbs, the size of a small HVAC unit, and I put it away in our basement storage area. At this point it’s less effort to just buy the damn ice cream.

Nah I’m with you on this. I have this weird set of interests that align me well with Lemmy, but also as a dirtbag couch goblin who binges reality TV like my life depends on it. I feel like Lemmy can get a little uh… holier than thou about it and I don’t feel like I have any trashy echo chambers anymore. I miss Instagram reality and all the snark subs tbh.

Omg I have one. Sara Lee chocolate gateaux. It was this triple layer cake of delight, and my parents would buy it for every party back in the 90s. This was before chocolate got shit, so it was alllllll of the good stuff. Probably some cocaine in there too, who knows. I fucking miss that cake.

My name is Helen. I hated that there were no good nicknames for it (ugh, Helly…) but I love my name. Mentioned this to a friend who was like “you could use other parts of the name for a nickname…” and suggested Lenny. As a woman on the internet, having a gender ambiguous username is very beneficial, so I adopted it, and I absolutely love it. I added extra ns because then it’d look like bad kerning Lemmy.

My husband once said to me, “this is a terrible thing to say, and I don’t want you to feel bad, but you do seem like the type who might shake a baby” - I was sterilized by then so it was funny vs insulting.

I do not have kids. I got sterilized (had my fallopian tubes removed) in my mid 30s. I never really felt the urge to have them, and the idea of having them became more and more of an icky thought. I am a sleepy person who wakes up at noon on weekends. I’m messy and forget the laundry in the machine. I’m self centered and like to spend what I earn on me, or choose when I feel like gifting and giving to others. I’m picky, I like to find things exactly how I left them, and I don’t like sharing with people who aren’t my husband. I’m not a bad person, I just understand my behaviors and realize that I don’t really have a responsibility to change as long as I’m child free. Add to that the fact that I have so many hobbies, a close knit group of friends, and a bunch of pets - I never feel bored or lonely and I know it’ll only get better with age. Kids just never factored in.

It kinda pisses me off tbh. It’s like that friend that has to keep telling you how boring the movie is when you’re just trying to sit and watch it. Like, stfu and go away then, stop trying to be a crab on the bucket for the rest of us.

They’re dry and taste like cold ass?

They’re like someone with a salty mouth sucked regular peanuts until they absorbed all the warm saliva and swelled up, and then spat them into a paper bag and left them for a few hours on a warm park bench.

Boiled peanuts. Never afuckingain

Sock is too exposed at the top of the shoe, leading to an unexpected clash of color or style, sock is squashed up the leg by the boot and disrupts the natural fit of the pant, slouch sock (the worst), and sometimes the shoe makes the sock seam really obvious around my toenails for no apparent reason.

Sock shoe sock shoe.

I have to test if the pants/sock/shoe combo works before committing to the whole process a second time.