Or how about “corn on the cob”. Corn comes on the cob but we say corn and usually mean corn off the cob. We should say corn and that means it’s on the cob. We should say corn off the cob when referring to a can or frozen bag of corn.
I saw where you call home and understand your love for deep dish. It does tend to be a Chicago and upper northeast thing. Not saying it’s right, but I understand;)
I get the need for spoons and knives. Ain’t no one cutting food with their body parts or picking up liquid like consistency foods with their fingers.
Deep dish shouldn’t exist.
I don’t care for steamed crabs and hate the prices they command.
Wings and ribs is good!
Mango good!
Meatballs have...
I know folks who were really big on this etiquette. A friend was dating a girl and her parents got pretty offended when he put salt on his food they prepared for him when he didn’t try it first. Seems crazy to me. Most etiquette seems to be classist ego stroking anyway. Down with etiquette!
I...
It is not completely true but I meant it in a sort of funny way. Perhaps it was in poor taste.
I suppose its been my observation as well. I’ve seen a few female to female relationships where a male or several males inflicted pain and the next relationship was with a woman as they were scarred...
It’s a mini ecosystem. Mosquitoes bites blood which makes bird cry. This leads to moth drinking the tears.
Can’t a bird get a decent nights sleep without getting its fluids drained?
The sideways thumb as well as the 3 and 9 o’clock positions indicate intermediate like or dislike of a food as displayed by our 10 year old. Of course the full up or down correlate to extreme like or dislike respectively.
It seems similar to a a drug or alcohol tolerance.
I can now eat a full habanero pepper with very little discomfort. No need for bread or dairy afterwards. Long ago when I didn’t eat hot foods trying a bite from a habanero nearly killed me (felt like it) and it was a small bite that I didn’t...
Marty was from the future and heard Berry’s song already. Marty traveled back in time to an era before Berry wrote the song. Marty played the song on stage and Berry’s cousin called Berry so he could listen over the phone.
Separate from the movie:
On one timeline Berry was solely...
John, I feel your spice pain. Unfortunately, we are in the very small minority (maybe under 5% of the market) that would eat something like that. Commercial “spicy” just sucks to us. Don’t see that changing anytime soon. Even the Indian grocery snacks are quite tolerable 😞
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