In most of my holiday photos, I look like a crumb-flecked roll of ham, pushed onto a small piece of farming equipment. Like a meat-wrapped rear axle, if you will. I certainly look nothing like as photogenic as this bowl of fibre. But then again, I bet this breakfast never snogged a Turkish Elvis lookalike up against a wall to the strains of Holly Valance, either.A photo posted by M.J. ➰ The M.J. Elle (@themjelle) on Nov 24, 2016 at 8:03am PST
I have been to town and I have, for what it's worth, ridden on a pony. I doubtless at some regrettable stage of my student life stuck a feather in my hat but, my lords, ladies, and gentlemen, I can hereby swear with absolute certainty that I never, not ever, called it macaroni.What's your fav Thanksgiving side dish? MAC N CHEESE? From @cafeterianyc #Brunchboys
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Never has the sour looked quite so sweet. Nor have I ever felt quite so miserable while chewing on a piece of peanut butter toast, next to a pile of brown leaves, watching a cat piss up against a brick wall. Still, we can't live in the internet all the time.A photo posted by Sia Krishna | Monsoon Spice (@siakrishna) on Nov 24, 2016 at 3:53am PST
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I mean, it's nobody's most flattering angle. But she could have at least brushed her teeth.A photo posted by Carsyn Naylor (@carsyn_naylor) on Nov 24, 2016 at 8:02am PST
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Who would have thought that heady danger, the free drugs, the wild open air rave movement of the 1990s would eventually crumble to this—to a tray of sugar-coated novelty doughnuts on a sheet of greaseproof paper as blank as the dilated pupil of a Mancunian pill-popping shop assistant.A photo posted by Vân Veoo (@_liuuann_) on Nov 24, 2016 at 8:03am PST
Ah, Autumn. Yet again you've filled all fruit with ripeness to the core—you've swollen the gourd, and plumped the hazel shells with a sweet kernel. And so, as a thank you, we will rip out your heart and spread its flesh across a blind-baked pastry base.A photo posted by Sarah | Well and Full (@wellandfull) on Nov 24, 2016 at 8:06am PST
I'm all for tolerance, diversity, empathy, compassion, care, understanding, respect, and forebearance but, this … this has gone too far.I'm having dinner with a pal who prefers their knife and fork this way around. It's freaking me out.
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