I'm really not into cold food (gazpacho), especially if it's mushy (hummus). All the airplane noises in the world wouldn't get me to open my mouth for jarred pulverized peas.

But I would entertain the idea of eating fresh homemade baby food. I hear it's pretty easy to do. A friend is borrowing my KitchenAid mixer that's got a grinder attachment and says his kid is gobbling up the applesauce he makes with it. I'm not so sure I'd scarf it up, but I'd be willing to let one spoonful come in for a landing. Got a good recipe? Share it in the comments.

-Managing Editor Diane...off to find some hot, solid food...

Before smart keys and cell phones and when I was still small enough to be strapped into a car seat, my mom accidentally locked the keys in the car with me in it...while it was still running.

She didn't want to leave me because she knew I'd freak out, so she just yelled for help while talking to me through the closed window as I looked through my alphabet book; eventually my neighbor came running and was able to use a wire hanger to get the car open. Fortunately, technology has improved since the early 80s, so that moms and little ones alike can usually avoid this mother's-worst-nightmare-type experience.

-LA Editor Molly...off to hop in my Prius (using keyless entry)...

Everyone has those moments in life where you ask yourself, "How the %#$@ did I get here?" One of mine came while I was sitting at a table full of women during a breastfeeding discussion - and I was the one answering the questions.

During my time as an editor at BabyCenter.com I learned a lot of things I never in a million years wanted to know, but one of the most poignant facts was that there are a lot of extremely staunch advocates of breastfeeding out there. And like our tip says, there are countless benefits to becoming one of them.

But if you're a new mom and the feeding process is just not happening, and you're in severe pain and simply can't go on, DON'T STRESS ABOUT IT. The very most bestest thing you can do for your baby is be happy and loving, and if that requires a bottle of formula, well, your kid's probably going to live. Millions do.

-SF Editor Mike...off to think about boobies...

"Green is the new black."

"Tuesday is the new Saturday."

"Fernet is the new whiskey."

I'm sick of this cliché, but it really applies to today's tip. LEDs are the new CFLs, for all the reasons we listed.

Off the shelf, LEDs are pricey right now (though considering the long-term energy they save, they're a steal), and researchers are still working on brighter ones, but think way back to two or three years ago. Hardly anybody knew what a CFL was, they were expensive, and most made irritating buzzing noises. But thanks to early adopters, manufacturers put time and money into making them better and cheaper, and the prices came down. Now the local grocery store sells them for 99 cents a pop, and they're silent as the audience at an inescapable, out-of-the-blue Carrot Top gig.

Toshio's crystal ball is saying similar things will happen with LEDs soon enough.

Above, a peek at Jen's mom's bday bash, replete with hanging LED lanterns.

-Toshio...off to make like Nostradamus...

Other than "you really shouldn't wear those Crocs," I am of the camp: People don't want to be told what to do. So it is with a whole lotta restraint that I say nothing when my aunt in Florida serves Styrofoam plates at family gatherings, or my roommates buy the cheapest (non-eco) dish soap, or when a recent travel buddy asked for extra towels at a hotel where we were staying for one night. But this gives me an idea to make my own change kits, personalized to all the people I love (or in the case of roommies, sorta like). I'll stitch up reusable totes from my personal fabric stash and fill with things like recyclable plates for my aunt, home soaps (I see regift for sure, but the thought counts, right?) for the flatmates, and travel stuff for friend. Nuff said.

-Senior Editor Theresa...off to not mouth off...

My family lives in Sonoma County, so buying local come Turkey Time means Willie Birds. Most gobblers have a milquetoast sort of flavor, like they're just a protein vehicle for gravy. But on top of all the ecological reasons to buy heritage, Willie Birds really do have way more intense flavors. And they are awesome. I-just-won-the-lottery awesome. Someone-surgically-removed-Jessica-Simpson's-voice-box awesome. Open-bar awesome.

Next time you roast a bird, try heritage, and when it's all ready to go, just put salt and pepper on it. That's it. No gravy. No cranberry sauce. No nothing. Salt and pepper. That's how good these turkeys are.

-SF Editor Mike...off to take a post-turkey nap even though I didn't eat any today...

Raised by a woman who went far out of her way to rescue living things in peril - including big, fat, scary spiders - I still can't bring myself to kill bugs. I fall into the wow, annoying category here. My general method of dealing with intrusive insects (the bigger types) involves climbing on top of a chair and calling out for help until some eye-rolling loved one or neighbor gets a jar (while I repeat "Don't kill it, don't kill it"), and escorts them outside for me.

But I've had my fair share of ant invaders - there's no real "escorting them out." One colony set up a veritable hill in my college roommate's closet, and then there was the pantry incident. So it's all about the diversion - if you're patient and the problem's not too bad, I recommend setting up a few adjacent lines of defense at point of entry: a few hefty sprays of vinegar water, backed up by a good dusting of cayenne just beyond.

-Jenifer Morgan...off to get someone else to save an eight-legged life...

OUR BAD: We forgot to link to the home remedy Sara used (mentioned in today's Personally Speaking). It's right here.

On a vaguely related note: The future of deconstruction is here. If by chance you're a billionaire property owner who's looking to tear down that eyesore around the corner, now you can demolish it floor-by-floor instead of blowing up the whole thing and shooting a bunch of toxic dust into the atmosphere.

-Toshio...off to take the Bakelite outta the oven...

I know close to zero about Denver, so I'm gonna write about Fort Collins, which is about an hour outside Denver. It's home to the New Belgium Brewing Company, which makes some of my favorite beers, including Fat Tire ale. But wait, there's more.... The company is purely run by green power, using mostly wind energy, with 10% of its energy coming from a unique source: the production process. New Belgium actually captures the methane released by bacteria that clean the brewery's water. If only there were a way to create electricity from all the editorial brainstorming that goes down at the Bite's offices...

-Toshio...off to sober up...

I'm fair, freckly, and blonde, and was not blessed with naturally rosy lips. So I like to wear punchy lip colors like pinks and reds to compliment my green eyes so that my face isn't monochromatic and washed-out.

I come from a lineage of lipstick-devotees. For as long as I can remember, my mom is always armed with a magenta tube of lipstick (my aunt actually bought her a sign that says, "Put on a little lipstick and you'll be fine"), and my grandmother - even when she was well into her 80s - used to ask me to grab her a lil' lipstick.

I have a collection (well, stockpile) of countless lipsticks, glosses, plumpers, lip balms, and lip stains in an array of hues and brands. It's scary to think of all the questionable chems I've ingested over the years, but now I make sure that I get only the most eco-licious lipsticks. Have a fave? Do share.

-LA Editor Molly...off to reapply her lipstick...

Sugar-free. (Gasp.) Carob. (Shudder.) Gluten-free. (Gulp.) The "goody drawer" at my house growing up was bo-ring. Sweet relief came when, and only when, the Snavely family busted out the unbleached flour and got to baking. Somehow, Mama Snave didn't think it so bad to bring out the BROWN SUGAR! and the REAL BUTTER! when it came time for hot, freshly baked, doughy food stuffs (she's Swedish, so...).

That said, this is my opportunity to give a shout out to the woman responsible for most of my childhood opportunities for edible indulgence: Thanks Mama, but really, thank you Molly Katzen - I will play in your Enchanted Broccoli Forest anytime.

(If you have any recipes you need to share and we need to write down, blog with us.)

-Assistant Editor Hanah...off to lick the bowl clean, again...

I remember marveling at European friends who, instead of rinsing their soapy dishes with water, simply wiped them off with a towel. "What's the point?" was their response.

That's how I feel about getting my toothbrush wet before brushing - it's not like I'm brushing with the gravelly polish the dentist uses. Toothpaste + saliva = same cleaning result + additional water savings. Tip: After applying paste to brush, envision a fresh-out-of-the-oven maple bar.

-Jenifer...off to drool...

Apparently I'm not alone in hating to do laundry: One survey revealed that 78% of normally rational and reasonable folks transform into the unfriendliest people on Earth upon entering Laundromats.

OK, I just made that up, but the washateria has got to be one of the more joyless places I'm forced to make a habit of visiting. At least we have BrainWash café/Laundromat here in SF. It's still full of dispirited people, but at least we can all order beer.

-SF Editor Mike...off to do an additional round of smell testing...

While I'm a fan of HBO, maid service, and fluffy pillows, I'd trade it all for a couch and a local tour guide. I try to travel to places where I know people since guide books and solo exploration aren't my thing. Thankfully, I've got friends and family in a lot of "destination" places (Miami, Paris, Tokyo, Doha...San Bernardino), so I've got plenty of couches to choose from, plus insider info they don't print in Condé Nast Traveler.

-Toshio...off to make like Bran Van 3000...