I was like “WTF? I’ve never even heard of beef tea and I’ve lived in Victoria my whole life!” Then I clicked the link. 🤦
I was like “WTF? I’ve never even heard of beef tea and I’ve lived in Victoria my whole life!” Then I clicked the link. 🤦
Brussels Sprouts.
When I was a kid my mother used to boil them. I would gag from the taste. Mushy vomit-balls of awful.
A few years ago I watched a Jamie Oliver video on how to cook them properly and now they’re a staple with roasts and meat + 3 veg at our place. My wife, my oldest son and I fight over who gets the most.
“Correlation is not causation” is the phrase I use in that situation.
Death on Two Legs - Queen
This is the only correct answer.
I haven’t laughed so hard in ages.
New:Subscribed until I catch up, then New:All to look for new communities to subscribe to.
What my mother called “allergy testing.”
Basically, myself and my siblings were placed on a diet that consisted of rice cakes (the puffed-rice-compressed-discs-of-bland type) and margarine for a few days to “detox.” Then we were introduced to foods to see if we had an “allergic reaction.” Two things stand out in my memories.
I specifically recall the sensation of waking in the middle of the night to vomit my “dinner” all over myself: an entire plate of overcooked, boiled, green (string) beans. This meant, to my deluded mother, that I was allergic to string beans. I’m not. Unfortunately, though, I couldn’t stand the taste of string beans for about 30 years after that.
Going to birthday parties as an eight year old and bringing your own rice cakes (the puffed-rice-compressed-discs-of-bland type) and margarine and not being able to partake of the cakes and candy and soda and other sugary deliciousness was both soul cruising and humiliating.
Edit: punctuating
My mother currently has dirt floors.
I don’t own them, so I don’t know about storage. The handles are on the same side as the rods so carrying them should be easy enough.
I see these a lot in my city.
How do you pronounce “they’re”?
It depends.
This answer assumes the table in question is a dining table. Coffee tables are a whole different kettle of fish; and don’t even get me started on side tables, bureaus and credenzas!
Edit: formatting
This isn’t an article. It’s an ad.
The album August and Everything After by Counting Crows.