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Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Sept 23, 2022 14:32:51 GMT -5
I hope I don't get dementia someday. I'm just gonna be a hellion. Eating mayo out of the jar, walking around the neighborhood with only a silver cape and some lights draped over me, drinking wine out of the bottle. Gonna be lit.
EDIT: So pretty much going to be any given Tuesday only more nudity and condiments.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
when i was in high school my friend's little brother LOVED mayonnaise. he was the baby boy with three older sisters so everyone in the family adored him. anyway when he wanted mayonnaise he would just say it in a monotone voice over and over "maynaze maynaze maynaze maynaze maynaze maynaze" and wouldn't stop until somebody gave him the mayonnaise jar and a spoon and he'd just go to town. so unhealthy and annoying but also super cute. decades later i'll still be going to the fridge when making a sandwich and start saying "maynaze maynaze maynaze" over and over to myself.
aint no way the definition of cream takes more time to type out than this
tartar is a great condiment. what do y'all put on your fried shrimp poboys if not tartar sauce? come on now.
i will agree most off the shelf tartar sauce is trash, but it's not complicated to make. mayonaise, chopped dill pickle, fresh dill, squeeze of lemon, bada bing bada boom you've just elevated your whole dish with an acidic umami.
Cocktail sauce which has the lemon but adds it to horseradish and ketchup instead of mayonnaise and pickles.
What’s with the Worcestershire hate? Can’t pronounce it? Wis-ta-sheer
Kinda feel like maple syrup is getting a pass. You can definitely enjoy pancakes/french toast/waffles without it, and I know most of you probably aren't putting it in your coffee or anything
I sweeten wheaties with it. Just a little. Gotta be real and not some fake ass shit.
Kinda feel like maple syrup is getting a pass. You can definitely enjoy pancakes/french toast/waffles without it, and I know most of you probably aren't putting it in your coffee or anything
I sweeten wheaties with it. Just a little. Gotta be real and not some fake ass shit.
i've also added real maple syrup to sweeten up unsweetened cereal (typically Colon Blow). it's pretty incredible what just a dab of maple syrup will do.
I sweeten wheaties with it. Just a little. Gotta be real and not some fake ass shit.
i've also added real maple syrup to sweeten up unsweetened cereal (typically Colon Blow). it's pretty incredible what just a dab of maple syrup will do.
I don’t get how it’s an overrated syrup unless you’re talking about store bought shit or ihop or whatever. Pure is awesome. Grade A Amber? Dark? Golden? Family farm in New York, New England, Ontario or Quebec? All day. The only things I can think off the top of my head that are similar products are agave and cane. I’m 100% Louisiana but I never really had a taste for cane syrup or even molasses until much later in life. Cane still tastes like turpentine to me out the tin. I love agave, but I don’t know if they sweeten it up or not (making a note to look that up).
Edit to say agave nectar is indeed cooked down. I love a squirt of that in some fresh salsa
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Sept 23, 2022 22:05:15 GMT -5
I mean, I make maple syrup here in Ohio tapping the maple trees in my backyard. Not sure whose argument that supports. It is either SUPER mid, or the syrup of the people.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
incinnati Ohio babeyyyy
