Wife made enchiladas but made way too much sauce, so we have about a quart of dark red enchilada sauce, made of dried poblanos and other things. Suggestions for use (besides “more enchiladas”) requested.

I would have killed it. Final scene: Jones smiles broadly at the camera in a close-up. As the camera pulls back we see he’s sitting at an interview table. His mouth moves but we hear no words. We start to hear screams in the distance. Air raid Sirens. Then booming and crashing noises. The camera moves up to the window. The city is in flames, skyscrapers toppling as colossal dark shapes move across the land. Cthulhu has returned.

Yesterday, my nine-year-old son asked me why Cthulhu cultists seem kinder than normal humans. I paused, not because I disagreed, but because I didn’t want to overwrite his lived experience with an adult lecture. So I asked him if that was something he’d noticed himself. He nodded. “Yeah. They just are.”