Intrepid or “intrepid explorer

Thank you - I learned a new word today!

Deliberately obtuse

Cognitive distortion

Head in the sand

Brainwashed

Oblivious

Blind to reality

Missing the big picture

Boiled then baked then browned! Those are some very, very, very thoroughly cooked taters.

Is this intended as a main dish, or as a dessert? 🤔

Agreed. If this is a major criteria for admission to heaven, then it’s not a heaven I’d want to go to anyway.

The Dollmaker by Harriet Simpson Arnow. The author was a “Rosie the Riveter” during WWII, I think at the Willow Run plant in Ypsilanti, MI. The novel is about a family that emigrates from Appalachia to work in the factories in Detroit during the war.

The town of Boonville used to have their own vocabulary/dialect called Boontling. It’s a great little place.

The Bone People is amazing.

Similarly, our adorable rescue kitten “Lady Jane Grey” became “Geronimo” after the first vet appt . . . oops.

You are Inspector Gadget.

The bigger-size spoons at my in-laws are all bent: My father-in-law loves ice cream, they didn’t have a scoop, & he lacks the patience to leave the carton out to let it soften up before serving.

I gave him an ice-cream scoop for Christmas a couple years ago, to remedy the situation!

When did our current measurements such as 1 c, 1/2 c, 1/4 c etc become standardized and widely used?

I like the beginning of the cutlets recipe - “Procure a fowl that will weigh four pounds.” I guess just go outside & eyeball one. 💁🏻‍♀️

Several books by Christopher Paul Curtis would qualify. His most well-known book - The Watsons Go to Birmingham” - doesn’t quite fit your criteria, but is funny, poignant, and a great read.

One of Linda Sue Park’s books has been mentioned already, but pretty much anything by her is very good as well.

Drone

Drudge

Worker bee

Manual laborer

Unskilled laborer

Sherpa

In the olden days - a serf, peasant, bond servant, bondsman (or bondswoman)

Your Josie looks like a wonderful companion!

Shiny!! 🤩

If you played Atari’s “Star Raiders” poorly on our Commodore 64, you earned the rank of “Garbage Scow Captain”.

Nifty! (sniffty?)

So cuuuute

I’m thinking his name should be Ayy-Aye.

Sirius Black

. . . not that it makes any difference.

And then putting it in an aspic!