When I was 11, my family and I were doing trick-or-treating in downtown Overland Park, Kansas. The old appliance store had been under renovations and on Halloween it was open, they were giving out little pieces of pizza.

I was hooked.

After that I began saving up bits of money and would ride by bicycle up to Papa Keno’s to buy their big-as-your-face slices. When I left for college, it was hard to find anything as good as Papa Keno’s, so whenever I was in town, I made a stop there. Over ten years later and I still love their pizza.

And I still don’t own a Papa Keno’s shirt.

Dear god this is divine. I made a pan of this last night, and it’s already 3/4 consumed. There is nothing more decadent that this stuff.

I grew up listening to, among other classic rock and glam rock bands, Queen. They’re one of my dad’s favorite bands, and also pretty kid friendly. I have fond memories of my dad putting on “Seaside Rendezvous” and he, my sister, and I dancing and stomping on the living room floor, making the shelf shake and annoying our mother. It always ended with us smiling, laughing, and out of breath. And as I’ve grown up, this album has always been there. The songs never get old, they only get better.

I got this from the library thinking that it would be something silly to play in the background while I was sick. But I ended up really loving it. The conversations, the music, the scenery, the map. In the end, I was laying in bed kicking my feet with excitement and anticipation about what was going to happen. And it made me think about my own life and things that were missing.

All from the girl who scoffed and ignored it when it was released in theaters.

It’s not that it was bad, but it tasted just like the white chocolate used in Hershey’s Cookies’n’Creme candy bars. And if I’m going to pay so much, it should taste better than Hershey’s.

I hate oranges. They’re bitter and tart and the only citrus I despise.

But then I read Francesca Lia Block’s story about blood oranges and I was interested. It took me a few years before it occurred to me go buy some and try them.

Now I love blood oranges. I wait for their in-season every year. I love their color and taste. It’s sweeter than regular oranges and has a better flavor. There’s a hint of raspberry in there that I love.

Dear god, I wish I could go to Italy and get some blood oranges now.

Terrible name, amazingly well-done horror.

The best opening sequence of any horror film I’ve seen.