As a kid, the cereal choices in our house ran the gamut. From the overly sweetened breakfast candy, to the crack yer tooth grapenuts. Don’t really eat to much cereal nowadays, but I will absolutely crush a box of cinnamon toast crunch, if the mood arises.

Honestly......I’m OK with this.  Eating Peeps outside of the Easter holiday just feels weird.

I was looking into this the moment I saw the word “deferred”. A lot of people I talked to didn’t seem to realize that, no, this isn’t “free” money. This is essentially a loan given to you, taken from your own paycheck. I wouldn’t bet on it being forgiven.

I think you meant to say “Drinking”.  

So, so many good C&H dinosaur related comic strips, I just couldn’t decide. It was between this, and the time he made footprints in the snow to resemble a T-Rex.....which I may have done as a kid.....And do now, that I have two small kids of my own....

I believe I speak for most of us when I say, “Ew”.

Reason #1 - It’s a Trabant.

Hahaha, reminds me of the time I went for a ride, and forgot that I had left my (full face) helmet in the garage over night. Didn’t think much of it. Put my gear on, fired up the bike, got out on to the main road and started to roll on the throttle when I saw a spider creep down my visor, mere inches from my face. So…

I usually work my way left to right but......Oh, you meant for the kids.

The French sauce everything. FFS, there’s have a job literally dedicated to it. They have mother sauces.  

There was a guy that used to work with us who would reheat scallops, sometimes two days in a row.  A good, fried scallop is a beautiful thing.  Reheated in a small, windowless office with 10 other people around?  Not so much....

Isn’t that because it’s typically the flavor of medicine, in a lot of places outside of the States?

“Dependable Dodge” as my mom would always say.

No, it’s not.

Pro tip? Don’t have kids.

Man, I haven’t had proper city chicken in awhile.  My Grandmother cubes it, skewers it and then puts in the pressure cooker first.  After that she coats it in the breading and fries it.  So juicy and tender.  

I ain’t mad about that.  I’ll take a thick cut, perfectly cooked pork steak any day of the week.

Mine’s cranberry juice. I loved cranberry juice as a kid, perfect amount of sweetness that gave way to a wonderful, mouth puckering tartness.

Growing up we didn’t have AC, so in the sweltering, humid heat of mid-summer, my mom would run out for a quart of Neapolitan ice cream. She’d whip up a batch of waffles, and sandwich huge scoops of ice cream between two crisp, fresh from the iron, waffles, and call it dinner.