Ha, flea, my grandmother served that at every meal we ate at her house! It is disgusting to contemplate, and I can only eat the tiniest bit of it before some survival instinct kicks in and stops me from having anymore, but I have a strange fondness for it.
Cindy, please see -t "Natter 36: But We Digress..." Jul 11, 2005 11:22:17 am PDT Eta: the crabstick stuff is usually friozen, so not dangerous to transport.
Precise in her likes and dislikes, our Ali.
Umm... true.
My family likes mashed potatoes with mayonnaise in them, and I think they are crazy, and my potatoes get separated out into a different bowl, before they ruin the rest of them.
You left out a "no," Jesse.
Crap, I totally did!
I wonder if I take you home...
Actually, luckily I can now get the real (Lisa Lisa) version of that part in my head. Which easily tranisitions to All Cried Out. Phew!1
What kind of car?
1997 Chevy Cavalier sedan Tommy. I'm gonna take it for another trip to see its favorite person, my mechanic, tomorrow.
Normally I despise mayonnaise outside trace amounts in tuna or chicken salad, but I do have to admit it's the one thing that tastes good with pickle & pimento loaf. Not, however, if it's tiny bits of pickle & pimento loaf suspended in a bowl full of mayo...
PS, Vortex: It could be worse, couldn't it??
russian salad.... my brain kicks over to why long before it gets to ewwww.
AHa. It's surimi >[link]
edited by -t on Jul 11, 2005 11:27:44 am PDT
Editing five minutes after the fact is bad business. I'm still being oppressed. Also. See? Pollock! I will send it all to you!
I was just sitting thinking about what I wanted for lunch. Don't really want a hot dog. For sure staying away from Russian Salad. Ewww...
Ooo! Perkins, do you eat crab?
Because when we have breakfast this weekend, there's an INCREDIBLE crab cake on the menu.
FINGERNAILS DO NOT BELONG ON OR IN BOOBIE.
Ahem. This PSA brought to you by Moms for Clippers.
Sorry, I guess I got absorbed in finding and reading the link before going back to paste it in and didn't notice the passage of time.
All your pollock belongs to me.
No one can explain Russian Salad, beth. We had it because we always had it. I actually thought it was a deranged thing my grandmother (who was not a good cook at the best of times) came up with. I had no idea anyone else made it or ate it.