To everybody on all find my book sites everywhere:

If you have no idea what book it is, don't post!

"Here's a book I hope you can find, it's about cute little bunnies going on a picnic."

"It's not The Hunger Games, is it?"

"No, I think we can safely say that it is not."

"How about Catch-22? The Giver? Ender's Game? Sounds a little like Watership Down! Cause rabbits!"

"Okay, new book. It is a collection of short sci-fi stories. It must have This Specific Title, That Specific Title, and Another Specific Title. I am certain this book was written for adults, as there is quite a lot of graphic sex and violence in it."

"How about this book of realistic short stories for kids?"

"How about next time you visit Wikipedia to see if any of my specific stories are mentioned instead of making me do it?"

Like, it's okay to take a guess, but if you're not sure, google the title you're about to suggest first to see if it pops up as "No way, Jose, can't be that book".

And then people say I'm being mean when I respond to 15 comments of "It sounds a little like this book!!!!" with "OP, don't bother, it sounds nothing like that book."

Just found a recipe for hasselback squash

And I think I can get itty bitty butternut squash at the farmer's market tomorrow. The kids will NOT be here on Thanksgiving, so I know what I'm doing...!

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Hey, maybe somebody can help me.

I want to recommend a fic for somebody who just now started reading the Harry Potter books for the first time, but I don't remember the title.

The plot starts when a young Harry one day demands to know if it is, in fact, normal for him to sleep in a closet, and when his aunt and uncle only stammer at him declares that if they can't answer, he'll ask his teachers, because he wants to know. This works so amazingly well that he relies on this line quite a bit, and, iirc, he ultimately doesn't end up at Hogwarts. The wizarding world has to muddle through without him.

Ah, found it, despite some misrememberances!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5121464?view_full_work=true

My sister has not only forgotten ever making a raw cranberry relish

but she appears to have developed the odd belief that it is the physical process of cooking that makes cranberries sweet enough to be palatable, rather than the addition of sugar.

I don't know what to make of this, but my cranberry relish I just made will knock her socks off.