Not that I would relish the thought of White Castle stuffing...BUT White Castle was a definite guilty childhood secret pleasure my mom would sneak us off for. We came from the school of "Don't tell your father!" and loved the subterfuge. Since that was about as devious as we got, it was all good!
Oh, and don't forget the time we "smuggled" a 50 lb sack of potatoes across the Canadian border into NY. I felt like such a rebel perched atop the unholy haul in the backseat footwell! (Forty years later,I still need to get out more, huh?)
Oh, and don't forget the time we "smuggled" a 50 lb sack of potatoes across the Canadian border into NY. I felt like such a rebel perched atop the unholy haul in the backseat footwell! (Forty years later,I still need to get out more, huh?)