by Miss K
10. You forgot leftover pizza!
9. Must stop watching before bed…
8. Also, white shirts seem particularly vulnerable
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by Miss K
When I saw the a sign for Beef Jerky Unlimited off the highway between Detroit and Adrian, MI, I knew we had to stop. I may be a mostly-vegetarian, but there is something about meat the texture of shoe leather that I am helpless to resist. When I entered the store, I was not disappointed.
That’s right. Each of those lovely barrels contained a different flavor of dried meat. Possibly my favorite part, though, was the store’s slogan: “We are not a gas station.”
by Miss K
My parents live in a Small Town. I did not grow up there, and am thus somewhat skeptical of its charms. However. Check out this sign. That’s right. 99-cent margaritas twice a week. Sure, they are only open ’til 9, but note that these ain’t no happy hour specials.
Maybe these small town folks know what they’re doing after all.
by Miss K
Lately, when it comes to reconstituting my leftovers into dinner, it seems that there has been an “Asian-inspired” theme. (I say “Asian-inspired” so that I can sidestep any claims about the dishes’ authenticity. I made it from stuff I found in the fridge. I know it is not authentic.) Whether it’s a weekly dose of fried rice or a bowlful of curry, I have definitely been getting the Far East vibe when I open my refrigerator door.
The other day, as I contemplated dinner, I spied a half-empty bag of bean sprouts in the vegetable drawer. I knew at that moment that I had received my mission. Here’s why: Once every few months, I go to my favorite cheap, exotic produce shop, LA Mart in Silver Spring. I marvel at how inexpensive everything is, fill my cart with vegetables, and spend less than $30. Without fail, a bag of bean sprouts materializes in my cart. I take it home, use half the bag that night, and forget about the rest until I find the sad little sprouts, brown and slimy, in the bottom drawer a week later. But no! This time, I have seen them in time. I would not let them go to waste.
I like bean sprouts a lot. My husband is a bit more iffy. Thus, I needed to use lots of them without serving something that appeared, despite whatever delicious dressing I concocted, to be just a bowl of bean sprouts. Enter egg foo young. A childhood favorite of mine, it is the perfect EDF dish because once you have bean sprouts and eggs, the rest is quite flexible.
