Christmas

[E.H. Ruddock]

They have this thing that is a sweet pastry stuffed with tuna and slathered in mayonnaise. It is nasty

Oh man, chud and wease would love that

[Anders]

I would try this.

[wease]

They have this thing that is a sweet pastry stuffed with tuna and slathered in mayonnaise. It is nasty

Oh man, chud and wease would love that

Jesus Christ that looks absolutely terrible

[Anders]

They have this thing that is a sweet pastry stuffed with tuna and slathered in mayonnaise. It is nasty

Oh man, chud and wease would love that

Jesus Christ that looks absolutely terrible

How about the one I found?

[wease]

I would try this.

Why in the hell did this lady crack one egg at a time into a small bowl just to dump that one egg into the mixing bowl right after cracking it? Aaarrrrgggghh! I bet she buys all the vowels on Wheel of Fortune after she knows the puzzle, too.

Goddammit. I was with her until the mayonnaise. Even tho I’ve never had heart of palm before. Then she smears the cake with it? My god.

[tommy]

I would try this.

Why in the hell did this lady crack one egg at a time into a small bowl just to dump that one egg into the mixing bowl right after cracking it? Aaarrrrgggghh! I bet she buys all the vowels on Wheel of Fortune after she knows the puzzle, too.

Goddammit. I was with her until the mayonnaise. Even tho I’ve never had heart of palm before. Then she smears the cake with it? My god.

I do the egg thing. It's so you can fish any shell fragments out easily.

[Jorge]

It's a pretty common move. It saves you from accidentally adding bad eggs to a batter, spoiling all your ingredients. It also makes it easier to fish out a shell if any does fall in

[wease]

You can take shell out of multiple eggs. It ain’t that hard

[Ello Sailor]

You tell 'em wea

[wease]

Ha!

Actually that sounds pretty good right now.

[epilogue]

I love offal. I don't know if how I feel about tuna-mayo-rolls.

[Ello Sailor]

Tuna and mayo isn't the worst pairing ever. But sweet pastry? Fuckouttahere.

[Jorge]

It's too much mayo. And they put olives in it. Trust me, it's nasty.

[tommy]

Yuck Olives

[Ello Sailor]

It kinda looks like sponge cake in that pic. It's triggering me, bigly.

[epilogue]

Tuna and mayo isn't the worst pairing ever. But sweet pastry? Fuckouttahere.

Exactly. That's where I get hung up, too. I mean, maybe it's great....? But I'd much rather eat an asshole.

[Ello Sailor]

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Decorating happens after Thanksgiving, but if Thanksgiving is at my house then the light trimming happens before Thanksgiving.

I love Christmas time.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Be very afraid!