Eww. Raisins in baked goods.
megan is my raisin-in-baked-good-hating sister.
That said, currant is an acceptable scone. Just don't make me eat them. Cheddar is okay too. I'm not all that dismayed by blueberry even, but the white chocolate and cranberry, and orange cinnamon scones peddled by my Starbucks always get my "eat a muffin whitey!" hackles up.
The Greeks also had a verb (which appears only in comedy, natch) which I first encountered defined as "to shove a radish up the fundament."
The way this conversation has been rolling back and forth in and out of topics is killing me. I love you all and your spicy brains.
If anyone attempts to move me, the docs I now work for will surround me and throw up an impregnable wall of territorial ferocity and tenure.
Hooray!!
brenda, I'm pretty sure they're now searching for snatch bombs. I'm not so much worried for me as I am worried some TSA idiot fondling my kids. I'm torn between nudie x-rays of children and indecent groping.
Steph, you're obviously too American to understand what heresy dried blueberries are in scones.
Live free or die! Don't tread on me! Remember the Alamo!
...that's all I got in the way of jingoism.
Remember the Maine seems more appropriate as a defense of blueberries.
54'40 or fight!
(What, we're just shouting old jingoistic slogans now, right?)
It's nice, feeling liked and safe in my workplace. Strange and unfamiliar, but nice.
That's so great, JZ. You deserve it!
I continue to be sad there is no place near me to run and get bun and cheese, or even a pattie.
Tippecanoe and Tyler too!
Don't change dicks in mid-screw!
eta: That was an anti-Nixon slogan.
