Don't be so negative! you know foodies live forever!. I might not be around to find out though.
Don't be so negative! you know foodies live forever!. I might not be around to find out though.
I'm just realistic...but, because I'm a contrarian, I'll probably live to be 110.Don't be so negative! you know foodies live forever!
I am someone who tends to dress on the more casual side for many things, but the theatre really surprised me. I expected a bit of a more casual atmosphere, but was very surprised to see people in hoodies and sweats!I think dress code merits a completely new thread, even though it's nothing to do with food.
Formality, when thinking of how to dress, seems to have gone down the drain. I'm not being judgemental; it's just happened. There was a time (30 odd years ago) when we wouldn't dream of going to a restaurant without dressing up a bit. At least a jacket, a shirt, formal trousers (not jeans) and proper shoes and socks. Dresses for ladies. Even here in the tropics - that was the norm.New Year's Eve here, until about 10-12 years ago, was a suit and tie. A long, elegant gown for my wife. No-one would dream of arriving in anything less.
I worked in Corporate until 2001 and a suit, or jacket and tie was company policy. The only exception was "Casual Friday", when we all turned up in jeans.
I expect by 2050, people will turn up in G-strings/thongs with their hair painted green.
My work dress code changed with each employer, or even office location.Our office is quite casual
I survived. Two small fillings and I'm getting back on my prescription calcium triphosphate fluoride toothpaste. That stuff is awesome. I never had cavities while using it. During the pandemic my prescription ran out and I forgot to refill it. My dentist just called it in so I should be good here on out.Leaving for the dentist in 25 minutes or so. Having a bit of an allergy issue with my sinuses so hoping I can breathe while they have my mouth cranked open.
When MrsT and I were first dating, I planned a romantic six-month-anniversary picnic. I was 21 years and 11 months old.So how delightful it was to find a cucumber that has been in my bag, boiled in the sun for days on end then stored in a warm garage for 4 weeks
I wanted and wow and a laughy face on that one!When MrsT and I were first dating, I planned a romantic six-month-anniversary picnic. I was 21 years and 11 months old.
I painstakingly put together a menu, planning for way too much food (that’s a habit with me), with sandwiches, fried chicken, potato salad, macaroni salad, cheese, vegetables to dip, dip, a cheesecake, watermelon…just all kinds of stuff.
I had to go buy a cooler to put it all in, and I spent half my paycheck on a super-deluxe giant cooler, with in-lid storage, dividers, many other features. It was the Rolls-Royce of coolers.
Day of, we had the picnic (Cascade Lake in the Adirondacks, beautiful!), and once the date ended, I came back home to my room and decided I’d handle the cooler the next morning, so I left it in the back of the car.
Next morning turned into next day…next week…next month…after month after month, and there it sat in my car, full of half-eaten food, baking in the sun.
Eventually, I sold the car and had to clean it out, so I ended up chucking the whole thing, unopened, in the trash dumpster.
So how delightful it was to find a cucumber that has been in my bag, boiled in the sun for days on end then stored in a warm garage for 4 weeks
I won't be having cucumber soup anytime soon