You're making dinner. You are not a bad roommate.
Bingo. I promise you, this would get you worshipped in our house.
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You're making dinner. You are not a bad roommate.
Bingo. I promise you, this would get you worshipped in our house.
Any food that gets made for me is worshipped. Which is one of the reasons I love my cooking!happy husband so much.
I hope that's not going in the cookbook?
Um, no. Not one of my finer moments.
What they said. Because this:
this would get you worshipped in our house.
is Truth.
Ugh, val. You have my sympathy -- I've had pantry critters before, and the "eww" factor is compounded by the "dammit, now I have to replace the rice" thing.
Better to find them while cooking than when they hit the plate.
I'm just scared of where else I'm going to find them now.
I'm having a dilemma. I have class tonight (7-9:45), but I am exhausted. I only got about 4 hours of sleep and it's catching up to me. We didn't have class last week. This week, do I tough it out? Skip? Go for 1/2 the class?
I'm just scared of where else I'm going to find them now.
Someone told me that if you store cloves near the grains, the weevils stay away. I haven't a clue if it's true or not.
I cannot hear the word taquitos without thinking of Gir (on Invader Zim) saying it in his inimitible Gir Voice. "My taquitos!"
Ple, insent.