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honeybeegraingrinder
honeybeegraingrinder

I spent summers on my grandparents farm. We worked all summer "putting up" the garden. They had their own cattle. It greatly impacted the way I think about food. Strangely had no effect on my siblings. My sister and brother were always in the pasture with my grandfather. I was in the garden and the kitchen with

No! You are doing it right. I dropped cable and a few other things, when my sons returned home to live with me and on my very tight budget. One actually thanked me for teaching them about nutrition. And the cancer thing, understand completely. I serve my family the same meals I serve at dinner parties. We just

Old, pampered, oblivious. Pretty lively bunch. They continued to come in and each time engaged staff on tipping. It became a thing. A running joke between them and the staff. Except for one of them. She was steely eyed, demanding and caustic. It was all worth it to watch her squirm that summer.

Thank you for restoring my generally good mood. Truly.

Rare at chains but...It happened TWICE. I was a server at a chain in the 80's. Groped, harassed and then stiffed because I wasn't swooning with desire over those gallant overtures. My GM walked out into the parking lot and "had words" with the gentlemen. Returned with my 20% tip and apologies. It was so brave! I

Aaaaah I was too tired to take on this question. Good job!

So giving it up for lentils. I can cook, but I cannot make them taste like anything other than the dried dirt pebbles that they are.

Excellent news, congratulations!

YES!

The original Taco Cabana siiiiigh, worth the freshman fifteen. Every single pound.

Baby lizard. Bag of spinach. Discovered too late.

I am with you on the ice pack story. It is BEYOND. And please never stop writing. I am still not over that Guy Fieri piece.

No worries! I grew up overseas, mostly in Singapore, ex-pat, and it took me awhile to nail down the states in my own country, the US of A. Also, pitifully, the "Star-Spangled Banner" and "America, the Beautiful" conundrum. Oh my God, I just did it again...had to Google. WTH???

Nailed it. Hurrah!

Conversely...there is this guy...who truly inspired me to drink coffee and reread Ursula Le Guin.

I was never a blow job girl. As a tomboy, I have philosophically railed against it with my guy friends. I have great sex, because that is , what is. What comes to mind is the recent ex. No one had ever brought him to climax with a blow job. And I am not that girl. What I lack in sexual skill, I make up for with

You have turned me into a 10 year old boy. What is this? Witchcraft?

We appreciate your kindness. It has been so good to have the family together for the holiday. Cheers!

WHAAAAAT? I would have lost my mind, raised the drawbridge and released the alligators.

Well...still...Having read all the posts I realize my naivete. I have had mostly giant breed dogs and monitored their diets carefully and fanatically, but the odd box did make it into the house. Couldn't figure out why this dog rejected it out of hand. Guess he was a ton smarter than me...