That’s an excellent idea. I think I’ll try making gløgg in my crock pot next Christmas.
That’s an excellent idea. I think I’ll try making gløgg in my crock pot next Christmas.
Helping honeybees won’t do a thing for mangoes, as they’re pollinated chiefly by flies and the occasional moth. Remember, kids, bees aren’t the only pollinators!
I mix soy sauce, Worcestershire, garlic and five-spice powder. Will be trying yours.
Since most eggs that you might eat are unfertilized (you need a rooster for that, and they’ll lay them regardless), it’s more like dipping it in period blood.
I think that’s why fried rice was traditionally made with the previous day’s leftover rice.
I toss it in my chili. There’s a reason people love it.
The thin walls were more of a problem, though. I could get to most of what I wanted to on the internet, but I couldn’t avoid hearing the people in the next room. They REALLY liked Bieber. You never knew who was watching, though. Nuns can be surprisingly sneaky.
Yup. Catholic. Rather liberal Catholic, but still Catholic. (There was also somebody who liked to hijack other people’s computers, but that’s neither here nor there, at least if you had a decent firewall.)
My brother and I have to agree. Although I didn’t end up in the basement of a building with no elevator like he did, mine was still a cramped s***hole with paper-thin walls and censored internet.
???? That place is nicer than my dorm room!
‘...but it’s much better at hydrating you than a can of soda because there’s no sodium in it.’ You have heard of this thing called hyponatremia, right? (And I’m tired of ‘sodium’ being used as a synonym of ‘salt’. Why not just say ‘salt’? It’s shorter, easier to spell, and isn’t the equivalent of calling water…
It’s not technically a ban, just that lungs are automatically designated ‘unfit for human consumption’. I think they’re worried about disease transmission (TB and suchlike). Lungs are almost pure protein, so I’d expect them to taste like other high protein cuts.
Heck, we get green clouds here in Wisconsin! Those storms were a fixture of my childhood. I actually liked them, because I didn’t have much sense and I got to stay up late and watch Unsolved Mysteries and Beyond Belief.
The one near where I live is still ok. But it has gone down in quality.
Didn’t I say ‘memorable’?
You ever been to a Famous Dave’s restaurant? It’s...memorable. (And they have additional sauces. Georgia Mustard is a favorite of mine.)
My uncle once stayed at my parents’ at New Years, and tried to microwave an egg early in the morning on New Years Day. It was before I was even born, and my mother is still bitching about the mess.
The cheddarwurst (cheese-stuffed hot dog) at Bluemke’s Food Mart in Rosendale, Wisconsin. Yeah, I’m weird, but it’s just that good. Just watch out for the speed trap.
Personally, 15 percent is my minimum. I may tip much more if the bill isn’t very high or I’m trying to make up for something (someone else’s low tip, bad behavior of someone in the party, etc.). I’m trying to single-handedly beat the stereotype of Scandinavians being cheap. My mother NEVER tips more than five dollars,…
Me, too. My ‘friend’ seems to think two dollars is a good tip for a fifty-dollar check.. So I leave ten when she isn’t looking.