how can you NOT eat something named "Plopp"?!?
How can you ask this and still claim to be squicked by Natter?!?
I'm not squicked; I just don't want to eat placenta. (I don't want to eat asparagus, either. It's a matter of taste, not squicked-ness.)
Oooh! Is there Plopp with nuts in it?!?
(Yeah, I'm 12 and apparently not coming back from it today.)
Amazing! Plopp has its own wiki page!
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Oh my god I am e-mailing my brother that link RIGHT NOW.
What about glogg?
I always thought it was something Gimli and Gloin would glug.
There used to be a snack food called Screaming Yellow Zonkers.
What about glogg?
I freaking LOVE glogg. It's like sugar crack juice. It's a good job Christmas comes but once a year.
I think the former Bulls stadium is still around, though, in a slightly renovated form.
Yep. It's being used for college ball, as well as various other events (music shows and the beer festival), which pleases me, since it wasn't being used for baseball at all for a while. And the neighborhood the old ballpark is in has picked way the hell up - when the Bulls were still playing there everything around was kind of weird and desolate and the big excitement was when a home run hit the roof of the wholesale paper goods warehouse, and now it's more or less the center of the Durham universe, with the farmer's market/central park/good restaurants/hey y'all did you see that there's a new brewery/brewpub opening up???/ etc etc etc all within a couple of blocks.
(Dear gods, is it any wonder I never left this town?)
There used to be a snack food called Screaming Yellow Zonkers.
I was just googling them for mention. I adore Screaming Yellow Zonkers, and their box with the odd things all over.
There's a website with a recipe:
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Include Fiddle-Faddle.
I am employing the positive thinking mindset about Joe's new potential job and am a) spending the money he will make (well, virtually. as in, we're gonna have the money for x, y, and z!) and b) deciding where he and I will go for an honest to Gods vacation. He and I have NEVER gone on a vacation.