....sorry. The piehole needs a-fillin'.
Piiiie.
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....sorry. The piehole needs a-fillin'.
Piiiie.
FILLIN'!!!!
Now I want tater tots and a Greek salad. And some tzatziki (see, Sail? salad and yogurt, just for you!)
Your help is duly appreciated. I also notice you are 1800 miles away from me. That's so I am neither tempted to eat the tater tots or to kill you for tempting me in the first place. And Steph, you're not safe either.
That doesn't sound well-rounded. Add some tater tots.
::phtphtphtp::
Sooper sekrit message for Sail: TATER TOTS!!
Every dinner needs a tater
that's why we invented you!
tater tot! Tater tot!
I'm not sure if it's worse if it's from oil or from frost prior to cooking - both are teh nast
I'm pretty sure Mom's were just the insufficiently unfrozen tots (generally served with fishsticks). If it were grease-soggy I think I'd still be gagging now.
Now, lacking both cool B'more restaurants and a googling-cooking Boy of my own, wonder where there's decent tots to be had in this town.
funny about Obama not reciting the pledge of allegiance (untrue). I always skip the part about "under god". I just take a beat between "nation" and "indivisible". Mom & Dad's bocce club recites the pledge before events. At the Lucky Leprechaun Dinner and Dance I was standing close enough to Mom to hear that she's an "under god" skipper too! We've never talked about it.
Apparently today is Food Suggestion Susceptibility Day at b.org.
Would help if I'd'a gotten a full lunch.
But man, I never thought I'd be so suggestible as to be all, "Oh, man, fishsticks! I haven't thought about those in ages!" I don't even like fish! What's wrong with me?
On the other hand, I do like breading and ketchup, and I'm guessing that's what those mostly are.
Okay, I'm really not doing work. I'm going to go home and not do work there.
I dislike seafood, especially shellfish, but once in a while I have to go to Long John Silver's for fried clams.
Grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches and tomato soup.
Want.
I have Kraft cheese slices and Campbell's in my kitchen just waiting for Lent to end. And, of course, the Girl Scout cookies.