I sell fake medicine to old people.

Same. This week I rode the new tramway network blind in a coastal city to have adventures with Kid. We bought copper wire and made jewellry with pretty pebbles (harder than I thought.) We played Split Fiction (and like It Takes Two better.) We showed her The Good Place (she loves it, because duh.)
Whe have fun.

I live in the ruralest part of Ruralia. Kids around here think traffic lights are made-up props found in movies.

It’s awesome. Real cucumbers are so tasty. Fava beans. Squash. Spinach. Sun-warmed tomatoes. Brussel sprouts. Salads. All the herbs. All the jams, jellies, and juices. And enough apple pie filling for 40 pies. I love my life.

I don’t buy stuff. I haven’t bought clothes in 5+ years (new or thrifted). I pirate epubs, games, shows, and movies. I don’t have any monthly subscription–no Deezer, Netflix, AppleSomething, Amazon, nothing. I grow 90% of the veggies I eat, most of the fruit. I trade for meat and bread.
I’ve never used Uber, UberEats, Doordash, AirB&B, or any of their competitors.
I’m happy.

When it’s hot enough, the blades start melting. As metal slowly drops, they get lighter on the inner edge (thinner part, melts faster), and start rotating because they’re not balanced anymore.

Chez Mama is great, and it’s only on the West coast.

(Of France.)

Originaly a hot, dry wind in the Alps. Hence the brand name.

No. France’s health insurance has many issues, but… I recently had to wait one whole month to get non-urgent jaw surgery at the top hospital in the country. Stayed for a week. It should cost me 50€ or so, including meds and post-op care.

I vote it be burnt.

20k a year? That would be better that what you have now? Sincerly, a non-USAian

Joined, thanks!

What? Where? Nice!

I do too, but it’s because I can’t hear that well and I subconsciously supplement hearing with some lip-reading.

And fermenting is the safest preserving method I know! Clean jar, water+salt (look up how much), you’re good.
As for the difference it made… Hard to explain. I feel fuller after eating fermented veggies instead of raw or cooked. More energetic.
When I don’t for a while (vacation…), my poop is less regular and more crappy-looking. I never feel like I’ve pooped it all.
As for fermented drinks (home-made kombucha), they hit the spot the way soda or store-bought drinks never do.
I’d say there’s the same difference between a regular diet and a fermentation-heavy diet than between a Happy Meal and a hamburger from a nice restaurant. At least for me.
Of course, it might all be in my head just because I enjoy the process and the taste so much, and because all those jars of goodness add so much depth to any meal I cook. But hey.

Yup. Cleaning and prepping a bunch of leek and two dozens carrots, then making apple pie from scratch, for a nice dinner every night? No way. Spending two weekends canning each season, then eating lovely food all year round? Bliss.

Basic cheese melt when I don’t feel like cooking? Depressing. Cheese melt with fermented squash, pickled red onions, and my neighbor’s cured wild boar ham? Luxury.

Two years ago I started fermenting vegetables from my garden and eating them several times a week. The difference has been striking.

France: never seen a bottle IRL. Used to be blister packs, and if you needed 21 pills but they came in packs of 20, you got 19 too many and they lived forever in your medicine cabinet.

Now pharmacists are allowed to open packs of antibiotic pills and only dispense the exact number you need, and pics like the OP can happen. Most pharmacies don’t do it though.

I use molds to ferment vegetables (think sauerkraut, but with squash, or cauliflower, or fennel, or leek…), to make soda (kombucha, often with apples or blackberry), to bake bread.
Coffee beans are fermented, too. And many other foodstuff.
Bacterias are our best friends. So tasty.

What pleasure do you get from being a jerk, exactly?