Last month I went with a gas range instead of induction because I thought it would be better for wok cooking. The flame caught a dish towel on fire within 3 days and now I'm stuck with this thing. Has anyone else regretted picking gas over something safer?
I was thrifting records last Saturday in Portland and this teenager told his friend that records are just vintage Spotify because they skip and pop anyway, and it made me wonder if holding a physical album actually means anything anymore or if I'm just old and stubborn about it, anyone else feel like the ritual of flipping a record still matters?
I found out my freezer was actually running at 12 degrees Fahrenheit instead of 0 after I checked the thermometer I got from a kitchen supply store last week. Has anyone else had a similar issue where their appliance was way off the setting they thought it was on?
I used to think the cloud would just be slower, but now I see the real trade-off was losing hardware calibration profiles (you know, the ones tied to your monitor) and I'm stuck guessing at hues-anyone else run into this and find a fix?
I stripped the drain plug on my 2003 F-150 last week and a shop quoted me $200 for a new oil pan. Bought a Timesert kit for $8 at Napa and it threaded in perfect in 20 minutes, has anyone else tried thread repair on something everyone says is totaled?
My upstairs hallway floor squeaked like crazy every time my dog walked across it, so I tried the classic trick of sprinkling baby powder into the gaps between the boards. After a few days and a vacuum, the squeaking stopped completely and hasn't come back in six months. Has anyone else tried something like that or is there a better way to keep it quiet long term?
My kitchen started smelling like a wet dog for two weeks straight until I googled it and pulled out this nasty ring of sludge from the bottom. Spent 45 minutes scrubbing it with an old toothbrush and now the dishes come out actually clean. How often are you supposed to clean that thing without being a weirdo about it?
I visited Portland last spring for a weekend trip and ended up at a Shell station on SE Grand Avenue because I needed air in my tires. While I was waiting I noticed a little coffee counter tucked in the corner with a line of locals. I figured why not and ordered a plain black drip coffee for $2.50. It was hands down the smoothest cup I had all weekend, better than the $6 pour-over I got at a fancy cafe the day before. The barista told me they roast their own beans in a back room and have been doing it for 12 years. Now I'm wondering if we all overthink coffee and the best stuff is just hiding in plain sight. Has anyone else found killer coffee at a weird spot like a bodega or a hardware store?