Have we really fallen so far that we must buy remedial cans of glop to make our food look like what we remember food looking like back when we ate food? There is a whole job about making sauce. And yet: Philadelphia Cooking Creme. Creme!
In case you run out of sawdust.
Canned frosting has somehow been made even more horrible. Well done, Duncan Hines.
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You need to go to your dear friend Gauntlets and coerce her into sharing her recent thoughts on this that she emailed to me. I think of them every single day and they are nothing short of profound.
Just joshin ya, Melrose. ;) I'd eat it all and ask for more.
I'M SERIOUS!!! lol! She's holding out on us! Her words finally made sense of why these things are now the things they are. Your line "Have we really fallen so far that we must buy remedial cans of glop to make our food look like what we remember food looking like back when we ate food." is what her email to me explained. It gave me so much peace that though I still lament what food has become, I now don't feel as if I'm SINNING to eat it!
Gauntlets, I know you're reading this, you can stay out in the distant yonder but I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. YOU CAN'T HIDE!!!!
Gauntlets should just post all her emails. They're all postable. :D
In case you run out of sawdust, Ha ha ha.You are funny.
agreed Reb. Mary! :)
Soot now I want to eat all of those things with a spoon. At night. In the darkness of my own kitchen.
Ahhh.... I love that Philadelphia Crème Cheese Sauce. No, I am not looking for some home made glop. I am a total canning ,home brewing, baby making, cloth diapering, bread baking, homeschooling, self award winning pastor’s hoochie mama. All I can say is yum yum good.
:D
We visited a dairy farm last week, and the farmer said a Doctor in Bovine Nutrition visited every few weeks to check the cows' diets. The farmer showed us 5 piles--each a part of the cows' total diet. There was ground corn, ethanol biproduct, hay, straw, and a colorful mix of something sweet. (Before he identified it, the smallest children were already throwing it around and digging their hands in it. No one touched the other boring piles.)
Turns out it was the waste from sugary cereal, cake mix, and sprinkle/donut factories. The kids found more than one tiny Lucky Charms marshmallow, and I'm sure something went in someone's mouth.
Christa, can I steal that description for my profile (minus the pastor's wife part)?
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