We're in love with Beard Papa, so much so that Mike's Pastry is jealous. We were already inclined to love Beard Papa when we saw his benevolent eyes and puff of gray hair. He's grandfatherly, comforting, and altogether harmless. That is, until you eat the cream puffs he's pushing at Faneuil Hall. Then you'll be hooked, and it's awfully tough to break a Beard Papa habit. Once you order at the stall, the Beard Papa......

A peanut is neither a pea nor a nut; discuss. Today Bostonist encountered two versions of the story of the girlfriend who died after kissing her boyfriend (who’d eaten a peanut butter sandwich earlier) just over a year ago. The first instance came when we sat down to read the Health and Science section of the morning's Globe, the second when we tuned in to Day to Day on NPR. Regular Globe contributor Dr. Darshak......