Dear chocolate, we can be gluten-free and happy—let’s run away together.
You can eat the whole pan. Don't have to share. Recipe here.
In cute single-serving ramekins, so you really don't have to share. Recipe here.
Recipe here.
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Up up down down left right left right B A-dorable!
No, seriously- can I haz video gamez?
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The driver, Ron Capps, walked away from the accident uninjured.
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Men DO NOT enjoy weird and trendy sex positions.
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I'm sorry, dudes.
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A writer is writing a story, word by frozen word, in the snows of New York City and documenting it on Instagram.
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Artist and writer Shelley Jackson has set out to write a short story, word by word, in the snow.
Aptly titled “SNOW,” this project is the impermanent polar (sorry, not sorry) opposite of her previous undertaking, “SKIN,” in which over 2,000 volunteers tattooed a single word or phrase on their bodies, creating a complete story. (You can see the rather rad results of “SKIN” here.)
Jackson, who is carving each frigid word out herself, is documenting “SNOW” on Instagram, and describes it in her bio as “a story in progress, weather permitting. (Read in reverse order.)”
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“It’s 11 p.m. and you guys want to go out now ?”
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Making the decision to have the surgery was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Now I’d never go back.
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I was standing in front of one of those awkward three-paneled mirrors in the dressing room, getting my first bra fitting in almost two years. I already knew what the bra saleswoman would say. She'd tell me my boobs were huge, and that I couldn't wear any of the cute bras I had been looking at outside. But my sister was getting married, and as the maid of honor, I needed a bra for the dress I would wear. As the saleswoman took measurements, I checked my phone, trying to do anything besides catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. But what she finally said stopped me cold.
“You're a size G.”
For as long as I can remember, I've had big boobs. If there wasn't photographic evidence that proves otherwise, I would think I was born with them. I was never that self-conscious about them, though; sometimes it bothered me that I couldn't wear dresses without straps or backless dresses, but in a world where many girls pine for double D's, I often heard from my friends how lucky I was to be well-endowed. So even though my breasts had started giving me terrible shoulder pain and made it impossible to do things like run on the treadmill, I kept quiet.
Last year, I got out of a long relationship and decided to jettison my post-breakup blahs by hitting the gym. That plan derailed when I was unable to lose weight, no matter what I did. When I visited a doctor for some medical tests to find out what was wrong, she mentioned that I looked larger than I truly was and that much of my weight on my 5-foot frame was, surprise…my boobs. I realized then that the shoulder pain that I had felt didn't have to be my reality. I finally felt that it was time to look into my options.
I called up a plastic surgeon my parents were friends with and finally admitted to the back pain, and to the fact that I often couldn't sit up straight, as my core wasn't strong enough to hold up my own boobs. He recommended a breast reduction.
To be honest, the idea of surgery freaked me out. I devoted two months to debating if I really wanted it. My insurance company told me that they'd cover the procedure, but as I looked at photos of post-surgery scars, I wondered if it was really worth it. But when I spoke with friends and family who had had the surgery, their responses were always the same: “My only regret is that I didn't do it earlier.”
I took a deep breath and made the appointment.
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One early September morning, I went under the knife. The surgery took three hours, during most of which I was sitting up strapped into a chair, so the surgeon could see how my breasts would fall while standing. He made three incisions: one around my nipple, one down the middle of my breast and one underneath. This allowed him to remove fat evenly. After I woke up, groggy from the anesthesia, my body felt like I'd had a cinderblock dropped on it.
The first three days were absolutely horrible. I could hardly sit up, and I was wrapped in my bandages so tightly that I could barely breathe. I felt claustrophobic in my own body.
Three days after the surgery, I had my first doctor's visit, which I'll definitely never forget. I hadn't been allowed to shower since before the surgery. My hair was a nest in a way I didn't know was possible, and I wore a plaid flannel my friend had bought me that said “I Hate Everyone” on the back because at the time I did. I was so scared, I could have vomited.
The medical staff took off my wrappings and my drains. (Drains are, hands down, the grossest thing ever; they're small plastic tubes that drain all fluid that builds up from the surgery.) When the nurse finally removed the gauze, I grabbed for my breasts. The surgeon laughed and reminded me, “Those are yours, they are all you. You can keep them.” But I still felt as though there was no way these things were mine to keep. I worried, even though it made no sense, that if I leaned too far forward, they'd slip right off me.
Each day after that got a little easier. Within a week, two rounds of my stitches were removed. The rest would dissolve themselves. I was told it would take six to eight weeks for the swelling to go down and that I should massage my scars to reduce scar tissue from building. Within three weeks, I was back at work.
I told very few people about what I'd done, but everyone immediately started making comments like, “You look different, did you get your hair cut?” and “Did you lose weight? You look great.” No one was sure what had changed, but the fact that people noticed something made me smile. Soon, I was able to head back into the gym, and I ran on the treadmill for the first time since I had to run a mile to pass gym in junior high. I wore a size small T-shirt, and later that night, I stood in front of the mirror and cried. For the first time, I wasn't controlled and confined by the limits of my own body.
A few weeks after heading into the gym, I went bra shopping, like I had so many months before when the saleswoman first told me I would fit into a size G bra. The carpet was light pink and there was jazz music playing, and I felt like I'd entered a gynecologist's office. I wasn't even sure where to start in the lingerie department. I felt as though I'd never been there before.
I walked slowly as I looked at all the bra options, not even sure what I could and couldn't wear now. I picked up a purple demi bra and quickly put it down, thinking there was no way I could possibly fit into that. A saleswoman who was probably my mom's age came over and asked if I needed help, and I felt like a little girl as I told her I was unsure what size my breasts were. She laughed and told me that we'd find out. She asked me to take her around the store and show her things that I thought were pretty. As she led me around, I must have looked totally lost. “I can wear everything in here?” I asked. She laughed again. “Yes, you can.” Like the proverbial kid in the candy store, I tried on dozens of options, all different shapes and sizes. Three hours later, I giddily left the store with a bra selection so pretty I wanted to display it on my coffee table.
Months later I still find myself staring at my chest when I walk past mirrors. Would I say that the breast reduction has been a magic, confidence-boosting wand for my self-consciousness? No. But would I say that when I look at my body now, I see something I truly love? Yes. And that makes the pain and the scars — which have almost all faded already — worth everything. When I try on something I couldn't wear before, or when I run a mile without a problem, I smile to myself. These weren't the boobs that came naturally, but they're mine, and for the first time, I love them.
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Netflix revealed the premiere date at the end of the House of Cards Season 2 finale.
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If you've already finished binge-watching House of Cards Season 2 on Netflix, you now have something else to look forward to: At the end of that series' season finale, Netflix revealed that Orange is the New Black Season 2 will premiere on June 6!
The first season of the hit Netflix series followed Piper Chapman (Taylor Schilling), a happily engaged New Yorker who was sent to a women's federal prison for transporting a suitcase full of drug money across international borders for her now ex-lover Alex (Laura Prepon), who also ended up in Litchfield Prison. Over the course of the show's first season, Piper met many colorful characters, from prison stylist Sophia Burset (Laverne Cox) to commanding kitchen czar Red (Kate Mulgrew).
Though little is known about Season 2, several castmembers have confirmed it will pick up right where Season 1 left off, and (SPOILER ALERT) deal head-on with Piper finding her inner prisoner and beating Doggett (Taryn Manning) within an inch of her life.
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An awesome pic of Mayim Bialik hanging with Jennifer Aniston starts off this week’s #ThrowbackThursday!
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BRB, sobbing uncontrollably.
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God bless TJ Oshie.
This morning, the United States men's hockey team defeated Russia 3-2 in an incredible shootout finish that went eight rounds long.
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After a scoreless first period, Russia got on the board with a goal from team captain Pavel Datsyuk midway through the second period, but USA responded shortly after with a power play goal from Cam Fowler.
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USA then took the lead in the third period on a power play goal from Joe Pavelski. Russia tied it up on another goal from Datsyuk, who was later stripped of a third goal that would have given Russia a late 3-2 lead, after the net became dislodged and the goal waved off on a controversial call.
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After a scoreless overtime, the game went into a shootout where American goaltender Jonathan Quick came up big, proving why he deserves to be the starter for Team USA.
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If chorizo isn’t a staple in your pantry, you should maybe reassess your grocery list. Check out more easy spaghetti dinners here .
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Serves 4
Recipe by Rebekah Peppler
INGREDIENTS
1 lb spaghetti
1 lb cured chorizo*
6 cloves garlic
1 15-oz. can black beans, drained and rinsed
2 teaspoons chili powder
juice of 2 limes
1 lime, cut into wedges, for garnish
kosher salt and freshly ground pepper, to taste
*If the chorizo at your local grocery store comes in a 14-oz. package, using just 14-oz. is fine.
PREPARATION
Cook spaghetti according to package directions, until al dente. Drain through a colander, reserving about a cup of the pasta water.
Thinly slice the chorizo, and finely mince garlic. In a large skillet, heat olive oil over medium heat, then add chorizo. Cook for about 2 minutes, flipping halfway through, until warm and lightly browned on each side. Reduce heat to medium-low, add minced garlic, and cook for another minute. Stir in black beans, chili powder, lime juice, and 1/4 cup of the reserved pasta water, and stir to create sauce. Add the cooked pasta and toss to coat. Season with salt and pepper and transfer to a serving bowl.
Garnish with additional slices of lime, if desired.
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Welcome to the REAL IHOP.
Every country has a pancake: The flattened sweet or savory cake of various thickness, fillings, and toppings, bound in union with a batter ( some sort of ground grain, egg, and milk/water). After being cooked in a pan they arrive on your plate to fulfill their glorious life purpose as the worldwide ultimate comfort food.
These classic pancakes are often eaten for breakfast with butter and syrup (pure maple if Canadian, of course). The secret weapon to its signature thick and fluffy texture: baking powder. Mixed into the batter with eggs, buttermilk, sugar, and flour, baking powder allows the pancakes to rise into circular beds of heaven. Get the recipe.
It's fluffy pieces of caramelized pancake named after the Kaiser Franz Joseph I of Austria (1830-1916) who REALLY loved it. You can eat it with nuts, raisins, apples and other sweet ingredients. Get the recipe.
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They never guessed that donuts and pepper could be used this way.
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“It” being a glazed donut, of course.
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Here are 100 of the most cromulent quotes from the first eight seasons of The Simpsons , ranked (fairly randomly) from worst to best.
From “Marge vs. the Monorail” (Season 4, Episode 12).
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From “Radioactive Man” (Season 7, Episode 2).
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From “El Viaje Misterioso de Nuestro Jomer (The Mysterious Voyage of Homer)” (Season 8, Episode 9).
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From “Itchy & Scratchy Land” (Season 6, Episode 4).
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Snoop got high, Oprah got a check up and more!
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The highest-grossing movies filmed in 30% of the states starred either Robert Downey Jr. or Shia LaBeouf.
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Using data from IMDbPro and Box Office Mojo, BuzzFeed has mapped out the top-grossing domestic movies filmed in each state.
Forrest Gump, Transformers: Dark of the Moon, and The Avengers make the most appearances, with four states each. The Transformers franchise appears more than any other, with nine appearances between its three films.
Shia LaBeouf is the actor with the most films that made the map, with nine, for his role as Sam Witwicky in the Transformers franchise. Dobert Downey Jr. appears in six states for his role as Tony Stark in Iron Man 3 and The Avengers. Tom Hanks appears five times for his role as Forrest Gump and Chuck Noland in Cast Away.
The top-grossing movie filmed in the United States is Avatar — filmed in California and Hawaii — which grossed $760 million in the U.S. The lowest-grossing movie to make the map is Fargo, which was filmed in North Dakota and Minnesota and grossed only $24 million in the U.S.
There are only 13 states with a movie where no filming was done in California.
Released in 2006
Grossed $148 million in U.S. and $158 million worldwide
Scenes filmed at the Talladega Superspeedway in Talladega, Ala.
Scenes also filmed in North Carolina
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