Listen, I would have made sure I told all of you if something was missing. That stuff just doesn't fly under the radar if you know what I mean. Missing rolls would be my first indicator that something was amiss, because that would have been the first thing I would have put onto my plate! Corn and mashed potatoes would have been the second and third things that I would've put onto my plate.
I remember my MIL shrieking 3/4 of the way through the meal, "THE BRUSSEL SPROUTS!!!". No one missed them, and even though she insisted on maneuvering her walker over to the oven to retrieve them, no one ate them.
One of the few veggies I despise. They taste like old alumnm pots. It is, in fact, a genetic thing. That is how they taste to those of us with that gene. There's a liver gene sort of thing as well. Have that one too. Ugh.
I love that story, mmc. In my family, brussels sprouts were doled out like candy. We thought they were a special treat. And L2L3, I thought cilantro tasted exactly like old aluminum pots, but then I got over it and love the stuff now. Genetic? Apparently not.
these six words leapt out from the sermon I heard in church this morning. Thanks Pastor Jodi. (I attend a Baptist church which has two lady ministers on the pastoral team.)We can live with peace and joy no matter...
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catsmeow says,
Ha!L2L3 says,
Served them tonight with leftovers.catsmeow says,
My (adult) children may never forgive me about the mashed potatoes.L2L3 says,
Trust me, they'll get over it. Probably after one of them ruins their first turkey.accidentaltourist says,
I missed the corn completely. Not that anyone noticed.jl333 says,
Listen, I would have made sure I told all of you if something was missing. That stuff just doesn't fly under the radar if you know what I mean. Missing rolls would be my first indicator that something was amiss, because that would have been the first thing I would have put onto my plate! Corn and mashed potatoes would have been the second and third things that I would've put onto my plate.marymc says,
I remember my MIL shrieking 3/4 of the way through the meal, "THE BRUSSEL SPROUTS!!!". No one missed them, and even though she insisted on maneuvering her walker over to the oven to retrieve them, no one ate them.L2L3 says,
One of the few veggies I despise. They taste like old alumnm pots. It is, in fact, a genetic thing. That is how they taste to those of us with that gene. There's a liver gene sort of thing as well. Have that one too. Ugh.catsmeow says,
I love that story, mmc. In my family, brussels sprouts were doled out like candy. We thought they were a special treat. And L2L3, I thought cilantro tasted exactly like old aluminum pots, but then I got over it and love the stuff now. Genetic? Apparently not.