Here son...... a wad of dried milk to wear around your neck that will constantly remind you of your mom's breasts and keep you a virgin well into your 40s.
Wow what a great gift.... I will cherish it forever.
I bought a friend of mine a pair of poultry shears. I explained that buying chicken whole was usually cheaper, required little skill in cutting into parts, and was more versatile.
Two years later, she was asking me if I knew where she could buy a whole chicken. Her usual grocery store had ceased selling them whole, only in parts.
I've plucked chickens, butchered sheep, cattle and deer. Caught and gutted fish... and fried 'em all up in a pan, and consider these skills valuable, in that I can never forget that something died to become my food. I'm concerned about what happens to us in this culture or any other, when we no longer make that connection.
If I wanted big chicken tenders, I'd buy one. But I prefer chicken parts with skin and bones. Screw those millennials, let them eat elsewhere. I hope that this stupid idea would go the way of Cherry Coke.
Of course, most of the world uses metric. Trouble is, countries (like Canada) that have gone metric, still mostly use Imperial for things like cooking.
I can't think of one problem with sitting on a bench made from sharp rusty metal and twisted license plates... oh wait tetanus! Yeah, there is that one thing...
Wow, I was totally going to try this at home but then I realized I'm not a gullible, humorless sad-sack who can't enjoy a little wit on a short work week.
Happy Thanksgiving to everybody who posted above, please remember if you enjoy turkey tomorrow, it goes in the oven not your head. -_-
Wow what a great gift.... I will cherish it forever.
Two years later, she was asking me if I knew where she could buy a whole chicken. Her usual grocery store had ceased selling them whole, only in parts.
I've plucked chickens, butchered sheep, cattle and deer. Caught and gutted fish... and fried 'em all up in a pan, and consider these skills valuable, in that I can never forget that something died to become my food. I'm concerned about what happens to us in this culture or any other, when we no longer make that connection.
Happy Thanksgiving to everybody who posted above, please remember if you enjoy turkey tomorrow, it goes in the oven not your head. -_-
Sorry for the reality check.
it's called parody.