snood wrote:Joe Nation wrote:How can you hate Brussel Sprouts and like Brocoli? Brocoli tastes like field grown hay but only if it's steamed. You have to cover it with cheese to get any reasonable person to eat it, but brussel Sprouts are full of flavor. Nutty, cabbagey, going from sweet to tart and back again all in a single mouthful.
Joe(Pass the salt)Nation
When fresh and cooked right (I prefer just barely flash steamed), broccoli has such a full flavor, it's almost meaty to me. Brussels sprouts taste like cabbage's bitter old uncle.
I hate Brussel sprouts...and wish the Brusselers would keep 'em. They taste like dirty socks might taste if someone wanted to eat dirty socks.
But I do like cabbage.
Let's not forget tripe... Yummy
RexRed wrote:Haha!
We need to have some sort of measure to gauge what is vital and what is trivial.
Ah, but in the end it is all trivial.
squinney wrote:RexRed wrote:Haha!
We need to have some sort of measure to gauge what is vital and what is trivial.
Ah, but in the end it is all trivial.
You may be right but if we impact some change than that change lives beyond us.
Leaving something behind is a part of unselfishness I think.
Yes. You are right.
I was referring to the fact that on our death beds we won't be remembering the lady in the express checkout with 2 too many items, or what someone took wrong one day on A2K that caused us to snap back, or that time a stranger stepped on our foot and never even apologized, or even the big fight with the neighbor over property lines and fences... Or, at least hopefully we won't be reviewing those things. They are trivial in the largeness of life.
Trivial, as is hominy. I REALLY hate hominy.
squinney wrote:Yes. You are right.
I was referring to the fact that on our death beds we won't be remembering the lady in the express checkout with 2 too many items, or what someone took wrong one day on A2K that caused us to snap back, or that time a stranger stepped on our foot and never even apologized, or even the big fight with the neighbor over property lines and fences... Or, at least hopefully we won't be reviewing those things. They are trivial in the largeness of life.
Yes but they all add up to karma and karma cannot be escaped.
That was nice squinney...
The beauty of life is in the details and not the rough mistrewn constructs.
I hate hangnails and toothaches.
Slappy hates the Italians
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Well....Yeah! Whatchoo doin with sand there, ennyway?
Picking out the shrimp cocktail.
Snood I forgot we had talked. My last comment had nothing to do with you.
I hate squeaky birds as house pets.
I hate it when I stick my foot in my mouth.
