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You know what’s tragic? Sandwich help from Gwyneth Paltrow. Sorry, but I refuse to eat fake bacon. Or fake mayonnaise. And I say this as someone who, yesterday, went to the store for late-night Chips Ahoy.
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You know what’s tragic? Sandwich help from Gwyneth Paltrow. Sorry, but I refuse to eat fake bacon. Or fake mayonnaise. And I say this as someone who, yesterday, went to the store for late-night Chips Ahoy.
Normally I like the strange, cool, grey weather we get in June. I love it if it lasts into July. Why? Because then it isn’t scorchingly hot. But this year I’ve been longing for heat the way I did in… Read moreJune Gloom
Not really. But work is letting us out early this afternoon, so I’ll be able to get a jump on the holiday weekend. Plus, there’s pizza!
The L.A. Times has an editorial about yesterday’s special election in California. In it, Michael Finnegan says: Nearly a century after the Progressive-era birth of the state’s ballot-measure system, it is clear that voters’ fickle commands, one proposition at a… Read moreLegislate, Already
Some friends had us over for dinner on Sunday, and treated us to a homemade Hungarian meal. We had some cured meat; vegetables, bread, and paprika paste (the last was salty and delicious); two kinds of sausage, and chicken paprikash…. Read moreHungarian Feast
That was the first line in a spam comment I just deleted. And I think I spend too much time online! However, it did make me think of this.
Whaddaya think? Yea or nay?
Have a good one.
I did not give my sweater to a homeless guy on my way home. But I feel kind of bad that I didn’t.
Not quite, but not that far off, either. Mr. Sandwich and I were getting ready to go bike shopping, when all of a sudden we heard (and felt, faintly) two sharp thuds. It sounded like something had bounced off of… Read moreThe Eagle Has Landed