
My grandparents used to put sugar on everything and they lived well into their 90s and weren’t the least bit overweight. Why couldn’t I have inherited that?
My grandparents used to put sugar on everything and they lived well into their 90s and weren’t the least bit overweight. Why couldn’t I have inherited that?
Years ago, you heard of no one who was gluten intolerant. Now it’s everywhere. I wonder how we changed (or did we)?
Thankfully, we ate up the turkey pretty quickly this year. And we’re having omelets for Christmas. (No turkey in sight!)
I like whipped (whooped cream) and, yes, I will occasionally have just a mouthful of it by itself. But now a whole plate? No. Um, why not?
I was relatively happy with the veggies, but try as I might, I could not draw a cornucopia I was satisfied with. BTW, if you had “Doctor Tuttle” in your local newspaper, you would have seen this one last Thursday
We’ve been trying to recreate that gravy since then. I’m afraid it was lightning in a bottle.
We were eating at a favorite restaurant and my wife ordered chicken-fried steak with gravy. The gravy really did taste like a cross between gravy and cake frosting. (Hint: I thought it was GREAT!)
See, Picadillo doesn’t always eat the whooped cream straight out of the can. Sometimes he eats it with something. Why rye bread I don’t know.
The thing is, pigs will eat pig, if they have to. But I had a buddy who discovered they wouldn’t eat mellorine.
I got a burger at a great hole-in-the-wall place near here recently that tasted great, but those onion buns stuck with me for hours!