While it is nice that you’re getting around to the works of Spanish painter Francis Goya, I think this thread was only about food

I used to wonder how anyone could even enjoy horseradish until I tried it with salmon and was like “Ohhhhhhhhh, so that’s why”

Harry Cox was born in Barton Turf in 1885, the seventh of thirteen children born to Robert Cox (1837–1928)

Harry Cox, son of Dick Cox

At this point might as well name your son Veiny and Throbbing

Man, I always forget the big foot fungus plague of '05. So many corpses, littering the streets…

It actually refers to tying a napkin around your neck before eating. You had to “make the ends meet” before you could eat