Confirmed, this is a great idea. Browned shaved sprouts actually bring something to the party, whereas spinach is just, like, “hello, I’m green and damp.”
Confirmed, this is a great idea. Browned shaved sprouts actually bring something to the party, whereas spinach is just, like, “hello, I’m green and damp.”
Now you’ve got me thinking about Fernet & eggnog...
For reasons that aren’t important here, the official name of this dish is Ohio’s Polytechnic Chili. It has nothing to with Cincinnati. Cheers!
Tim’s absence from this discussion is unsettling.
Phil avoiding an actual fight is the real Kessel Run.
1) I think that Brandon definitely needs to meet Brandon. The egg conversation would be riveting.
Surprised I didn’t see it in a quick perusal (maybe it’s far, far down in the comments), but the first three songs on side 2 of The Police’s Synchronicity are: “Every Breath You Take,” “King of Pain,” and “Wrapped Around Your Finger.” Don’t @ me.
#typonottypo of the year right there.
Being from Buffalo, I had to start meditative breathing exercises upon reading “head coach Doug Marrone.”
THANK YOU JUSTIN IT *WAS* AN ILLEGAL FORWARD PASS AND DON BEEBE’S FOOT WAS INBOUNDS GODDAMMIT WHERE ARE MY TWO DOZEN WIIIIIIIIIINGS.
Incidental info, re shoutout to Scottsdale Community College: SCC is the home of the most unlikely sports team name in the nation. The Scottdale Community College Fighting Artichokes. No Boilermaker, no Banana Slug can compete with that.
If you’re comparing it to the fishing technique, what you’re looking for is “trawling.”
I don’t know if the absence of lentils from this list is due to some radical blindness on your part (because they’re awesome), or an excess of agricultural precision (since lentils are pulses, and not strictly speaking, beans). Either way, lentils are amazing.
Great—I grew up in Buffalo. On top of the years of dipping deep-fried breaded pieces of fat in blue cheese dressing, now we get these heart attack stats related to football losses. I’m gonna go inject some melted Crisco and see if I wake up tomorrow.
Screw Kraft.