Hey, I'm not saying I've never left a restaurant with food in my purse! Or a little red ramekin in a to-go box, accidentally.
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One of our treasured family heirlooms is a piece of silverware from the hotel where my great grandfather was a bookkeeper.
Is Starbucks honey real honey? I am always suspicious of honey packets.
From my quick bit of research, it seems that Starbucks honey is indeed real honey, sourced from British Columbia and not ultrafiltered.
I am always suspicious of honey packets.
That's the thing you're suspicious of?
From my quick bit of research, it seems that Starbucks honey is indeed real honey, sourced from British Columbia and not ultrafiltered.
Research to the rescue!
I am always suspicious of honey packets.
That's the thing you're suspicious of?
Well, they are all shifty. Or squishy. I may mean squishy.
They've been infiltrated by Hydra for decades, you can't just trust that they are what they say they are.
Trust no one.
I think everyone who lived through the Depression came out of it with permanent food anxiety.
Oh, yes. With an extra dose for those from the dust bowl.
I don't know that my parents came out with food anxiety, but my mother refused to include chicken in the meals she served us for most of my childhood. When my grandfather was laid off from the Ford plant in 1933, they went to live on the farm the family owned up near flint for two years. And guess what grandma raised. Yeah, nearly put mom off chicken for life.
My mom was the same way about oatmeal.