Marnie/Allison, I’m not sure what is going on with this sentence:
In those halcyon days before COVID-19, many Portland schools closed their drinking fountains due to the state of their pipes. Lead, anyone?
No, fried plantains is the place to start.
Oh my god, I felt that down my spine. I don’t know why I always feel a fall when I see one, but I do.
I’m a grey.
Liquor store boxes are the best for books: small and sturdy.
My father had non-cancerous polyps. I had a colonoscopy in 2014. My health insurance will not approve another one until 2024. I mean, really? Can they at least give me the poo test?
I am a grey and only post good things. Please ungrey me.
IDAHO.
Shunt him to Idaho.
I’m all over it, thanks.
This. How many non-Italians like Lupini beans? (I still have to try buying them dry and making my own. Those jars get spendy)
Asian store. Frozen in cute little styrofoam containers you need to defrost. Comes with mustard. Eat with the mustard! And rice.
Is Dollar General trying to be an Aldi/Lidl?
Possibly, but cleaning up a smaller microwave versus heating up a house for 3 hours seems like a good trade.
Won’t they steam that way?
Let’s not forget Novocaine.
I call bullshit. University food services are often called upon to cater meetings and conferences, and boxed lunches can be part of that.
Sour grapes at not discovering it sooner.