Hmm. I can’t decide between:

I wish I could cut the newsletter popup out of the site the way chicken processors cut out those tumors. 

I am already ready to subscribe to your channel.

Well heck, Allison, I do that anyway.

A couple of reasons spring to mind: not everyone lives close to a good restaurants. My favorite Mexican place is only a few miles away but with traffic it can be 25+ minutes. So that’s 50 minutes round-trip, and food is pretty cold even in metal containers by the time I get home.

Peanut oil in and of itself is not nasty, but something about the way it soaks into every fried chicken Chick-fil-a sandwich I’ve ever had is a huge turn off. They are either soggy with crust that falls off or dry and rubbery.

I grew up hating “the awful flavor of mayo”, not realizing that Miracle Whip wasn’t really mayonnaise. It wasn’t until I was in my teens and wondered why sandwiches from restaurants often tasted so much better than they did at home did I realize that one is real mayo and one is Satan’s sperm.

I understand the appeal of this concept from both the studios’ perspective and that of someone like McFarlane who wants to reboot his old childhood favorites, but the world does not need this.  The world needs Chauncey Roosevelt and his family from “F Is For Family” to get their own spinoff animated show instead.  The…

A preacher, a priest and a rabbi walk into a bar. The bartender says, “What is this, some kind of joke?”

A local bakery occasionally tops their vanilla cupcake with these marshmallows and they work great, a nice little bit of sugary crunch on top of any otherwise creamy and soft cupcake.

I once, out of morbid curiosity, tried the Captain Morgan’s rum-infused ready to heat barbecue. It was the nastiest thing I’ve ever put in my mouth, and I once blew a homeless black man for drug money.

Forgive me for my tater ignorance but where do you buy potatoes if not the grocery store? A farmer’s market? I’ve been to several and they all sell the same kinds as you get in the grocery store, from the same farms.

I’ve long lived under the notion that potatoes are simply a butter and salt delivery device. They are devoid of flavor on their own and exist only to allow us to eat salt and fat in copious quantities. See also: grits, popcorn. I’m sure there are others.

I’m one of the few around here that will admit to liking both Brickleberry and Paradise PD, but the people associated with those shows don’t seem like a good fit for network television. Or this franchise. Or polite society.

I’m still hoping they start season 8 as Postal Inspectors.  Still with arresting powers but not actual cop-cops. And with USPS being in the news so much, it could still be political without really being too serious.

Man, Henry Winkler did a LOT of acid in the 70's to come up with this.

I’m the only one in my family that loves cinnamon, so the little packet of Vietnamese cinnamon I got from a local spice purveyor has lasted me a while.  I will also admit to sometimes smelling it just for the pick-me-up. It works!

I’m a failure so I live with my parents. The three of us have three full sized refrigerators — one inside, one old one outside in the garage and one more newer one in the garage that came back to us after my grandmother passed.

I went through this with a grandparent. The fridge was in good shape, but the spice cabinet and pantry were… a time capsule. After she passed I pulled all the spices that could be sold at an estate sale, and had a dozen or so packages that ranged anywhere from best by “the mid-90's” to some so old they did not have…

Glad to see I’m not the only one who’s “bleh” on pepperoni. And in a clear minority, judging by its popularity.