It would be real fucking weird for any news outlet to post a picture of a dead body like that.
Thanks for fact checking
It would be real fucking weird for any news outlet to post a picture of a dead body like that.
Thanks for fact checking
So what should we call the thing that we don’t want in our social media feeds that controls what we see?
Cool, sounds a lot like a grilled cheese overall.
Way back in the day, when all we had was a space heater, my mom would sometimes crank the oven and then leave the door open. Just another space heater, but in the kitchen.
Often, before school, she would put a few slices of cheese on bread and then put them on a cookie sheet under the broiler (overhead heating element in an oven, in case that’s not immediately clear). The cheese melts, the top of the bread toasts, and the underside steams a little bit.
You can eat them in slices, fold them over, or put two melty cheese bread slices together to make a sandwich, which was my favorite. It was one of the only things I knew how to cook for a long while, and I have fond memories of it.
Problem is that I never really knew what to call it. Mom called it cheese bread, but I never really thought that fit. Given my penchant for making sandwiches out of them, I eventually started calling them baked cheese sandwiches. I was hoping maybe cheese toasty would be the thing, but the search continues.
Bring back web rings!