Yea, it's crazy! A lot of people think bacteria = food poisoning = horrible pukey sickness; when in reality higher than acceptable bacteria levels in food can cause upset stomach/slight bowel issues without anything as severe as food poisoning/salmonella poisoning and the like.

I remember staring at the Velveeta Killet box in the store and thinking "nobody will know... It'll be our little secret... buuuuuy meeee".

I make my own beer, with our forces combined...!

Not gonna lie, I'm a sucker for the cheap stuff to. As a retired chef that's painful for me to admit.

I read that as "he is a manly* eating like a vegetarian" and struggled with your meaning for a bit, haha.

If I remember correctly, he grew up in a very modern, progressive well to do Christian area of the capital; as he described "a much less divided region than today".

it truly is a matter of "not knowing whereto start". These stories typically come out organically in reference or inspired by something, ya know?

I used to work with an old Lebanese man named Melham, who despite knowing how liberal and accepting I am made it a point to work into conversation with me as much as possible the fact that he wasn't Muslim. "Cat Stevens! Very talented man, Ted! Powerful musician.... And he became Muslim? Why? So foolish! I'm Christian…

I don't.... I don't even know where to start. Haha. So many. Are you working any particular themes?

Leave all the soup to me; I will eat/drink all the soup.

There must be a lot of people out there with sporting a tiny stomach to weigh out my side of this statistic. Give me all the trenta's; I will drink them all at once.

Pinkham, I really enjoy your posts (this series, especially) but I have to admit the stories the people sometimes submit... Are mild in comparison to the day-to-day dealings I had in the industry; also, just about all the old coworkers I'm comfortable speaking for. I feel we've yet to tap into the full potential here.

okay, first... I flippin' love au jus. Despite the fact that just calling it "au jus" by itself translates poorly/makes no sense and would give my culinary teachers an aneurysm; It's salty perfection and I could easily drink it in public if it were socially acceptable.

Those sound amazing. But, forgive me is this a defense of the Potato Ole? Because a world class artist can create striking, beautiful and moving imagery with nothing but a box of crayons.

I have feeling this store will be filled with the booze equivalent of can drive donations for the needy (16 cans of pumpkin pie filling assorted jars of fruit cocktail and the one rare can of progreso soup).

Society: the same reason I can't wear lipstick even though it makes my god damn lips pop like FIREWORKS.

I would direct you to my posts below, but I'm sure you've seen them.

I don't know. I'm not seeing it. Other than the greying whiskers I'm not getting a lot of resemblance.

Being unemployed is a double edged sword: while I'm positively flush with spare time my finances are such that I couldn't in good conscience justify the expense of so much* velvet

Rebecca (can I call you Rebecca?), I'm a Viking sized Scotsman, if there was such a title and I hadn't yet been awarded a crown I'd be throwing logs over tall poles and competing in old timey strong-man style feats of drinking/strength until it was placed on my head. It's what my people do.