Says the man that shleps out gritty pizza.
My pizza brings the boys and girls to the back yard.Says the man that shleps out gritty pizza.
You have to keep them out in the yard to keep the aroma diversified.My pizza brings the boys and girls to the back yard.
You're a jealous beeatch.And yet another in the long line of reasons I drop in to see what only in the mind of Minolta moments I may have missed.
WANT!!!
I love braunschweiger on cheap white bread with mayo ( miracle whip back then). I'm a kid again.We never did that when I was a kid. Just pushed it out of the can, sliced, and buttered (or margarine, probably). Seems like the bread was always moist and kinda sticky.
Pretty good with a slice of braunschweiger too.
Wandered over to the grocery store during a lull at lunchtime. Got industrial packaged braunschweiger, a baguette, Digon mustard and cornichons. (And a bag of Fritos because I’m a card carrying member of the great unwashed flotsam that is America) A solid B+ lunch. I’ll have the other half tomorrow and be happy.
It wasn’t foie gras in a cafe in the French countryside but it was a damn sight better than a Dave’s single with cheese.
Let’s say it’s about equal to a Number 9. Really effing good but nothing I’m willing to chop off my John Thomas over.
Now, if I’d had the foresight to grab an onion and carved off a honkin’ slice Mrs Nurse might be singing songs tonight
(I’d prefer to nit speculate on the types of songs she’d be singing.)