One of my most traumatic childhood experiences was having to sit at the table until I ate all of my beets. My parents loved them and served them weekly.
Beet It!.........Beet It!! Stick a fork in and try to Eat it!
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One of my most traumatic childhood experiences was having to sit at the table until I ate all of my beets. My parents loved them and served them weekly.
...with that kind of "ammo" you could blow a hole in yer britches big enuff to drive the Orient Express through....
I really like brussel sprouts. Why? I don't know. Must be the cabbage irish still in me.
I will just look at them.. Num... And then I will boil, stinky at the bestest... or try to get all fancy with the balsamic vinegar and roast them.. Like Ina Garten on the Food Network... yesh.
Love brussel sprouts! par boil them, drain then dip in flour with pepper, then egg and then fry. Oh man!I never had a taste for them as a kid, now I love me some sprouts!
Love brussel sprouts! par boil them, drain then dip in flour with pepper, then egg and then fry. Oh man!
I had thought about it, but didn't do it.Weren't you growing some in the garden this year? Or is my memory shot again?
And those do sound good!
I had thought about it, but didn't do it.
Love them now, too!I never had a taste for them as a kid, now I love me some sprouts!
Love brussel sprouts! par boil them, drain then dip in flour with pepper, then egg and then fry. Oh man!
I gotta have the clap.Oh Dana Jean, you really do clap at everything. No matter what it is, there you are just a clapping away..
You do know this one is going to come back to bite you, right?I gotta have the clap.
You do know this one is going to come back to bite you, right?
....*sits with goofy grin on face, imagining the possibilities*....You do know this one is going to come back to bite you, right?
...five words you won't hear from most women.......kinda like "yes honey, you ARE right!".....I gotta have the clap.
I gotta have the clap.
...suuurrreee, blame it on us wise-azz knuckle draggers...like you wouldn't have tossed a quip or two in there....
Oh, sister. Such a wide field you just walked into and too many smart-ass guys around here to keep you from finding the gate.