No regrets. I don't even mind oiling them twice a year. 

We did our kitchen about ten years ago. My wife wanted white on white on white on white. I used up decades worth of losing out on disagreements to fight for butcher block counter top. At least something between the white floor, white cabinets, white walls, etc.

While not exactly the same, this reminds me of the Littledeer paddle that I love for exactly the same reasons.

If that's how I came off, I apologize. I meant that yes, almonds waste a ton of water to produce. But that there are lots of avenues for water waste. I wasn't countering the OPs point, just adding on to it. 

The salt shakes usually stop me.

Yep.  Again, and I can't emphasize this enough, I was an indoor kid with no exposure to mechanical tasks. I was well into my thirties before I got up the courage to think about dismantling any machine. You Tube gave even as useless a lump as me some hope. 

What else would you use to give a little squirty-squirt on your friedy-fries?

While yes, that sounds terrible, water waste is everywhere. If you don’t get to the last egg in the carton? That’s over 50 gallons of water lost to food waste.

I grew up in a similar scenario.  Tiny little mountain town, about forty minutes away from the next small town that had a regional grocery store.  Every Saturday was a trip to the grocery, laundromat, etc.  Granted, at this time, gas was well under a dollar a gallon, but my parents still made sure to combine trips.

Can confirm. I’m a no-talent hack with no mechanical aptitude, and have managed many repairs with dodgy tube videos.

Good lord, Trung Nam.  The first time I wandered in there, I kicked myself for avoiding it for five years.

I used to absolutely hate raw tomatoes.  After I turned 25, I finally moved somewhere where I could have good tomatoes, and that changed.  You never know when a long held hatred turns around on you.

Right now, I have, in my snack drawer:

Agreed. I’m not a huge cookie fan to start with, but if I’m going to bother, it won’t be with Girl Scout cookies.

That’s the place!  I’ve been meaning to stop in since they remodeled.

Ahh... our local Lebanese place just calls this “Garlic sauce.”  We buy tubs of it all the time.  It always reminded me of the butter that’s on garlic bread that you buy in the store and toast in the oven.

Brimming with the taste of butterfly pea-ness.

The last time I had coffee with any dairy in it, I was kind of cheated by a co-worker who was talking up his coffee and poured me a cup.  It had cream, which he neglected to tell me about when he was bragging about how great his coffee was.  I’m lactose intolerant, to the point where cream/milk tastes sour and weird…

I was hoping they would be back yesterday, but it’s still just reposts.  Looks like they took the whole week.  I hope they’re back Monday...

Don’t forget the Vanillaroma tree trying in vain to cover it up, fighting with the generically damp musty smell that comes from overly absorbent fabric in the Pacific Northwest.