The cats from any Monster Hunter game. That food is so delicious looking.

That map should be one big image of these:

My best kitchen gift (to myself) is this thing:

I was never a custard fan and Dead Alive sealed its fate. As for Whoppers I used to love them as a kid, but at some point in my childhood I tried to eat two of those really big milk cartons of them. It didn’t end well. Actually it is hard to eat anything with malt in it now.

If you gonna use mole sauce, just go all the way and make turkey enchilladas.  Heck I might do that myself.

Lol. I meant Whoppers. If you are still unsure what these are, they are a candy. Malt ball covered with chocolate.

After watching Dead Alive, I can no longer eat custard. Custard and Whoopers are the only two foods I have an unbreakable aversion to.

Among other things, Kardashian tweeted, “Julius, his family and everyone on his team are still hopeful Stitt will do the right thing. Today Julius’ family and close friends received invites to his execution. I can’t even imagine how they all must be feeling right now.

So much for the white and latino community getting together and worshiping in hominy.

Since we are reminiscing about ‘72, I hated how you couldn’t get any white onions back then because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.

I dunno. Pair it with some sausage and ritz crackers, and then drop it in a hickory farms gift basket.

Next logical step is mother’s cheese.

The turkey and waffles thing sounds awesome, minus the cranberry.

The way I see it, all cheese news is good news. The more genuinely tasty plant-based products we have on the market, the more likely it is that dairy consumers will consider reducing their animal product intake.

Out of all fast food apps, McDonald’s is one of the best. You save quite a bit of money through it from discounts and coupons. The rewards feature is better than most others. And since I’ve been using it, I have yet to recieve an incorrect order. 

Combination of both. I remember this because it was impossible to pick out the corn flakes to even get a decent bite to try it out.

The one thing I always loathed about thanksgiving is that weird recipies came out of the woodwork. Family members used it as a chance to test their science experiements on unwilling lab rats. My cooking motto has always been “Simplicity is key.” Others seem to get the idea that being a better cook means putting more…

Vaya con Dios.

I would put it above eating their own vomit but below sniffing butts.

When you poop this out, does it make you poorer?