And don’t forget to cut off the aglets! Never making *that* mistake again.
Update: took a lesson with a friend at Lehrhaus in Somerville. Sort of know what I’m doing. Second update: learned American rules. Neither of my sets have jokers, so it’s Hong Kong rules for me.
Hey! I’ll have you know that’s a treasured family recipe!
Mules!!! Not just for borax.
“They call them beasts of burden, we call them our beloved mules,” the company wrote on Facebook Monday. “They are capable and willing to work in many conditions most won't. They are not stubborn… they are wise, and require respect.” RESPECT MULES!!!
With hundreds of roads still impassable due to storm damage and flood debris, Mount Ulla-based Mountain Mule Packer Ranch is using their “beloved” pack mules to bring supplies to areas not accessible ...
Thinking a lot about the election of 1860 and how abolitionists did not like their options because nobody wanted to end slavery — Lincoln was constantly reassuring the South that nothing would change if he became president.
I have never met a brassica that wasn’t improved by the addition of garlic butter.
The entire restaurant industry on Cape Cod would collapse without fried fish!
It’s the whole reason I bought a deep fryer!
Homeboy sounds like he just fell off the turnip truck. Which is too bad, because there goes his entire winter’s food supply.
Gave a friendly wave and honk to the three people out with Free Palestine signs. Then shrank as low in my seat as I could when I saw the Jill Stein 2024 sign. 😳