The Year of the Superlative

What do you say when a friend asks your opinion of their artistic endeavor—you hated it—and you find yourself gasping like a fish dying on a line trying to think of one positive thing to say besides "Well it finally ended, that was good."

According the Cary Tennis, your answer is:
"I loved it!"
He explains here.

Just Toast For Me, Thanks

I fantasize about being an adventurous food person, savoring the nuanced texture of sauteed wattle or slugfish tentacles for instance. Instead, I threw up after the teeniest sip of bird nest soda. I get a thrill/envy reading about foods from other cultures, particularly China, where every part of an animal is considered edible except feathers.

Examples here, 12 Delicacies Most People Wouldn't Eat. Some of the captions are pretty funny: "Tiet Canh is a traditional dish of raw duck blood. We know what you’re thinking, 'Why would I order something that I could just as easily drink from the neck of a duck?'"

Electric Composter

Remember compost piles? Whodathunk that stinkin, flea flocked mountain of grass and chicken bones my mom kept in the yard would become obsolete?

Now all that molting goodness is available right in your kitchen.

According to treehugger, this jobbie from Sharpe "digests organic food waste with its proprietary Composting Bio Mix--a blend microbes and yeast cells, which also suppress odors while they work via Plasmacluster Ions that inactivate airborne mold."

There you have it. And only the size of a pony.

I'm thinking of a Kitchen Gadget Composter for kitchen gadgets you don't use anymore. In with the breadmaker, waffle iron and pasta maker and out with their raw component materials.