I'm off to a monastery for a few days because MY HEART IS A DESERT and I need to go sit by the sea and be quiet near some trees, but I want you to all talk about the most dirtbag summers of your lives.

Eat all the things! Talk of myths and legends and Fiennes. Open thread!

Toasties! Friends who make you beautiful meals are the best.

Dreams and wishes of renewal and spring. Let's recall nice things of sunshine and summer and life. Let's all talk about our memories of free festivals and Rasputin? Open-thread!

Happy New Year, dear Toasties! I hope it brings you light and truffles. Any resolutions broken yet? Open thread!

Please consider this your home until Monday. Have at it, my beautiful librarians and archivists!

Merry Open Thread!!

Because why not have a cucumber in your 15th century religious painting?! Live a little!

Early open thread today, and stop by for Bargain Bin at 1pm!

Hello, Open Threadlings! It is time for the threads to open, yes indeed.

Hope you're all enjoying yourselves, or at the very least full. Probably not now, obviously, it's 11 am, or 8am, depending on where you are. But soon.

The Bartender's mother lives far far away from The Bartender.

Talk amongst yourselves.

Toasties! The Bartender used sour cream instead of milk to make quiche and life shall never be the same.

Just a little butter and garlic salt and joy is in your plate.