Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Self-Checkout aisles are like wheelchair ramps for introverts.
I suggest sushi that's been sitting in a broken refrigerator for a week. It's the only way to clear out the Moosehead taste.
Whenever I hear the word 'marmite' I immediately picture a small, rodent-like mammal. Always have done. Try for a nice goulash or bangers and mash or something; you've already done the Pacific today.
Mmmm...marmite. I have a couple of jars of that. On toast, it's awesome! Salty, savory, yeasty (a la beer) goodness.
Hummus and tortilla chips.
Sushi is emblematic of global tastes and a rapid-delivery global food distribution network. 'Course, so is citrus fruit in Indiana come February.
Which reminds me, it's time to dig up the horseradish I've been babying since last winter and get some put up in jars.You think peeling onions is bad, try chopping horseradish.
You think peeling onions is bad, try chopping horseradish. I keep my high school chemistry class goggles on top of the range hood for precisely just such occasions. Talk about a lifesaver ...
Marmite's edible, in a primordial soup sort of way. But a day without eating a cephalopod is a day wasted.
Moosehead is to my fellow Canadians what Corona is to Mexicans: It's our way of playing "Spot the Gringo!" :)
Hard to go wrong with sushi. Well, except when you overdo the wasabi, but at least my sinuses cleared out rapidly...
"Moosehead is to my fellow Canadians what Corona is to Mexicans: It's our way of playing "Spot the Gringo!" :)"Yup. Normally I'd no more drink a Moosehead than a Michelob, but it was a gift and I didn't want to be rude.
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