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Dreamed Babish was in Saturday Night Live and the entire show they only filmed to to his neck.

Also, as per all my SNL dreams, I was a writer for it.

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There should be a legal requirement to disclose wether your deep-fried shrimp are breaded in coconut because NO. NO NO NO.

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Proof the Texas is not The South: I'm 47 years old, 36 of those in Texas. And I just now...JUST NOW...ate my first crawdad.

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Again with the citrus cravings!

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Something that's come up twice now in the last few days, prolly cause I made a mention of my age a few times, is that people were surprised I'm 47.

I try very hard not to think about my age. I just try to my best to keep myself open to new ideas and experiences, to keep a flexible open mind, and even to try to remember that despite my experience, there's always the possibility I could be wrong or out-of-date.

I've always told myself, "Grow Responsible, But Never Ever Grow Up." I don't want to lose the childlike wonder of the world around me, even when humanity lets me down. The minute I tell myself "I'm almost 50, I should act my age" that goes out the window.

So, yes, I'm 47. But not on purpose, I promise. And while I don't think about my age, my age does tend to think about me from time to time, she said looking over at the ibuprofen bottle.

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Keys copied, addresses updated, more packing tonight and tomorrow....