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.
I believe that's my hey. Hey!
Xander ,'Storyteller'
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-t - Jan 29, 2015 4:03:18 pm PST #4967 of 5827
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Zenkitty - Jan 29, 2015 5:37:07 pm PST #4968 of 5827
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
From my quick bit of research, it seems that Starbucks honey is indeed real honey, sourced from British Columbia and not ultrafiltered.
DavidS - Jan 29, 2015 5:56:24 pm PST #4969 of 5827
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
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!
Calli - Jan 29, 2015 6:00:05 pm PST #4970 of 5827
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
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.
-t - Jan 29, 2015 6:29:16 pm PST #4971 of 5827
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
They've been infiltrated by Hydra for decades, you can't just trust that they are what they say they are.
Zenkitty - Jan 29, 2015 7:03:44 pm PST #4972 of 5827
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Trust no one.
aurelia - Jan 29, 2015 7:57:57 pm PST #4973 of 5827
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
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.
SailAweigh - Jan 30, 2015 2:22:14 am PST #4974 of 5827
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
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.
Calli - Jan 30, 2015 3:10:44 am PST #4975 of 5827
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
My mom was the same way about oatmeal.
Matt the Bruins fan - Jan 30, 2015 5:32:16 am PST #4976 of 5827
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
It cracks me up that I'll still happily eat the cheese sandwiches that took to school every non-hamburger day from 2nd through 5th grades. I guess if you get to choose the one thing you eat all the time as a child it doesn't form an aversion.