Without the rice, it’s more like Seuss-shimi.
What about pounds sterling?
Oh Carl, you act as if your own generation was all that. Your own elders probably lamented that we would end with “I want my MTV.”
Chemicals or not, overgrown squash is awful.
It’s actually nice to be the odd one who likes everything. At parties, even when they run low on the good junk food, I still have an unlimited supply of munchies at the often under-visited veggie plates.
That was just young Jonathan, too busy pondering how best to ride the morning’s air currents to care much about food. Now as for Breakfast Flock…
A simple edit would have made it work: “You can’t just dictate who can prevent forest fires.”
Barring those who are genetically incapable of liking them, I’ve always convinced people to like brussels sprouts by serving them sauteed in butter with a maple glaze. Eventually they graduate to my preferred garlic roasted recipe.
Good to know that Doug Forcett actually managed to succeed.
I TEACH Calculus, and I STILL have dreams about exams in a class with an imaginary advanced subject in which I never opened the book.