Potluck

Welcome, friends, to another Friday potluck.

First, the food and beverage:
I thought there was no food more perfect than a spoonful of peanut butter straight out of the jar. But I stand corrected. Ruth Reichl, author of some of my favorite non-fiction books, teaches us how to build a better PB&J.

And to wash that sandwich down, this week Slate asks (and answers) "Do different types of booze get you drunk in different ways?" (Seriously, does this count as research? Anyone who has ever had tequila knows the answer...)

From this week's "clearly they've been drinking" files:
Apparently "loub jobs" are the latest craze.
Sounds dirty, no?
It does involve a foot fetish.
In all honesty, I'd be happier if this was a naughty story. Unfortunately this is not a sex fad. It is more of a sad commentary on the bizarre lengths people will go to for "beauty." There is a trend afoot to inject collagen into the heels, toe pads, and balls of women's feet.

Why would anyone do this?
To wear 6- or 7-inch heels, of course!

Source: google.com via Beth on Pinterest

More people need to read Bad Shoes & The Women Who Love Them...

In the meantime, I'll be at Jazzfest, craming my maw with crawfish and filling my ears with tunes. Feel free to track my jazzy New Orleans travel adventure:
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Parting thoughts (aka quote of the week):

Listen to your body. Do not be a blind and deaf tenant.
Dr. George Sheehan

Would you ever have your body surgically altered, and if so, for what?