Mom usually made peanut butter blossoms, the pb cookies with a Hersheys kiss pushed down into the middle. One year the store was out of kisses, but they had little chocolate bells. She thought this an OK substitute, not thinking of what they’d look like when they melted.

Breast Christmas ever.

I guess we were lucky. They found the leak during the maintenance check I called in before we had to run it, so we had time to make the switch.

I can do it in three letters.

TCE

This solution is currently preserving what’s left of my sanity.

It sounds like you might be looking for a geomorphology textbook, if you’re looking at landscapes. Tectonic geomorphology, maybe? Process Geomorphology?

And the spinach and artichoke soufflé.