Will it make all the suffering in life just fade away?
Tonight my godchild called (and then texted, because the actual call kept dropping) to find out how I felt about being their "unty . . . a mix of uncle and auntie" because they had decided that my significance in their life warranted a more directly familial title than "godparent." I have no idea how often I will be actually be addressed as such, but I am informed the nomenclature has made it into my contact information on their phone. I am honored and delighted. Later in the night they reached out again through their mother to make sure I knew about mac and cheese on toast. I do now.


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I'm told it was peer-reviewed by a bunch of queer tweens.
There's this one bar in Philly, Good Dog, that has a really nice oven-baked macaroni and cheese. Strangely, they serve it with blueberry cornbread. I guess they feel you need some carbs with your carbs.
I mean, I do eat potato knishes . . .
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