Love how it’s sneered at by everyone else and clearly supposed to be a take on Cajun cooking.

Right???? Who doesn’t do this? The person in charge of food dishes up while the other sets up the TV trays and cues up The Expanse.

Don’t leave nothin’ but the pieces, Lettie.

Clearly you have never dealt with my customers, many of whom I think would prefer to devour the raw dough.

Oh, me too!

Wait, that’s not how everybody makes spaghetti?

I make one of these every year for Thanksgiving, with dried cherries in with the pears and whiskey sauce. YUMM.

Forgot to mention that a huge reason pubs were struggling even pre-COVID was Brexit. 

You’d think the organizers would insist that the horses wear those vinyl poop catching bags. In the Before Times there used to be some horse drawn carriages in downtown Seattle and they all had them.

Apparently they’re very affectionate and their demands for pets can lead to you being mashed against a tree by their giant heads if you don’t know what’s coming.

But Bittersweet Hearts are the best!

Have a nice tall glass of STFU, you potato nosed methhead idiot.

That one scene at the party where she spots the professor she just accused of killing his wife? Worth the price of admission all by itself.

DON’T KINKSHAME ME

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All Chipotle tastes like cardboard oatmeal, so eh, sure.

Sure am! And it’s our rosemary potato and chicken pizza month! Give a call to the phone center!

Hey, baby—sorry my SNS link isn’t working, but everyone but that one coworker is an ass.

Knapp’s book is amazing. It really highlights how quietly and completely alcohol can wash through your entire life.