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Does Life Exist Without A Microwave?
I believe it does. I’ve been campaigning for a life without a microwave for a long time.
I planted the seed many moons ago when it became clear that the microwave did not work so well anymore. Lee was not so fond of the idea when I mentioned it and I let it rest. Every fews weeks one of us would mention we need a new microwave and we’d look at prices. We’d then decide that we could wait a little bit longer. Between those times, every now and then I’d mention that we could just try living without a microwave. I mean we don’t really need one, right? He scoffed but I wore Lee down bit by bit and then on Tuesday I sent him an email with my crazy idea, that we’d get rid of the microwave on garbage day (I am not donating it as it really does not work well) and we wouldn’t buy another one. If we decide, after an indeterminate length of time, that we need a microwave we can get one. Lee thinks this indeterminate length of time is a month. I think it’s when we buy a house, at which point we’ll need to buy a bunch of other stuff, such as a lawnmover, and we will decide we can live without one for a while longer. (Oh wait, he reads this. Um… Surprise!!!)
This is my microwave. It’s not so big as far as microwaves go, and I’ve had it for over 10 years, just a few weeks longer than I’ve had Piper (a.k.a. the fake cat). I bought it when I got my first apartment — well, my first apartment that was just my own and that I didn’t have to share with roommates. My mother came to Montreal to help me get settled. I didn’t need much really. I already had dishes. I had a bed. I had a desk and computer. I had a couch and an armchair. The former tenant had kindly left crappy barstools for the island so I didn’t need a table. I had picked up a secondhand 13-inch television for $10 (I was thrifty). The only things I didn’t have were a VCR and a microwave. My mother declared she would buy me a VCR and I bought myself this microwave. I carried it home on the subway the few blocks to my new place, the whole time it getting heavier and heavier and the box dug bruises into my skin.
This microwaved moved with me to four different apartments in Montreal, two apartments in Toronto, back to an apartment in Montreal and is going to its death here in Ottawa. This microwave has seen more of the world than your average microwave. I probably should have given it a name.
About once a month I’ll be doing something in the kitchen and I’ll screech that I hate our kitchen. The most common reason is that there’s no counter space and what little we do have is crammed with stuff – like the microwave. While I can banish the toaster to hidden depths of the corner cupboard the microwave does not lend itself well to being hidden. It’s rather big and bulky and trust me, we do not have a close to hide it in.
Counter space is prime real estate. We could surely live without a microwave. I mean sure, every place I’ve lived has had one since my eldest brother gave my mother one in 1988 for Christmas but I don’t really need one do I? It’s all about convenience isn’t it? What do you really use the microwave for? Softening butter. There are other ways to do that. Melting chocolate. There are other ways to do that. Reheating food. Well, people reheated food someway before they had microwaves didn’t they? I can figure out how to reheat the leftover General Tso chicken or Thai green curry some other way. Popcorn? We’re air-popped devotees already. Defrosting? We never defrost stuff in the microwave.
I inquired on Twitter and you know what, plenty of people don’t have a microwave. Chris didn’t have one for years and she has many children, like as many children as my mother had many children (that’s a lot of children). The only reason she has one now is because it came with her house and she declares she doesn’t know what to with it. Capital Mom doesn’t have a microwave. Another mom on Twitter said she has one but she keeps in the basement and uses it only for “microwave emergencies,” which if you were wondering mostly involve heating up a Magic Bag.
Clearly we do not need a microwave.
So the microwave is now sitting on our floor, waiting to go to the big trash heap in the sky (or you know, on the outskirts of the city). And I have this:
Counter space. Beautiful, wonderful counter space. Room to knead bread. Room to put out more than one bowl when baking. Room to put out two cutting boards. At once!
Yes, I do believe there is life after a microwave. Or at least I will, just as soon as I figure out how to reheat the green curry chicken.
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Sweetgrass Aboriginal Bistro
Lee and I don’t go out to eat a lot and when we do we usually head out for Thai. (I’ve been on a big Thai kick for oh, the last three years and we have not yet been able to make very good Thai food at home. We’ll keep trying.) So when we were thinking of places for our anniversary we first thought of going out for a good steak, but then I found Sweetgrass Aboriginal Bistro. I’m not sure exactly how I found it but I think I was probably playing about on the Ottawa Foodies site.
A quick peak at the menu left me with a happy feeling. It reminded me of what is probably our favourite restaurant, La Palette in Toronto. (It is probably a good thing that we don’t live in Toronto. We’d eat there so much we’d be poor. And have to join a gym.) The two restaurants have different philosophies but there’s a certain symmetry in their menus. I sent the link off to Lee and he was sold once he saw the dish called “Duck, Duck, Goose” on the menu. (Lee first tried duck on our trip to Paris. It was a life-changing experience for him.)
So we promptly made reservations. We ended up in the Byward Market about an hour earlier than we need to be so we wandered about. No stop in the market for us is complete without a stop at La Bottega, where I strong-armed Lee into buying a bottle of Campo di Torri premium organic extra virgin olive oil. (Yum. Even if Lee is afraid to use it.) (Plus considering that was all that we bought we really got away light.)
Finally it was time for us to get our butts over to the restaurant. Again, much like La Palette it is like sitting in someone’s house (though it’s much bigger than La Palette). It’s got a nice cozy atmosphere and great art (for sale!) on the walls.
We frequently and happily fall for the daily specials but we decided to stick with the menu this time. For our first course Lee ordered the Mexican Mushroom Soup (mushroom soup with ham, Mexican dried chilies and spices) and I went for the Mixed Green Salad (farm greens with Inuit crowberry tea and lemon vinaigrette with tomatoes, cucumbers and carrots). Lee’s soup with lovely and spicy (but not too spicy). My salad was perfect. Yes, salad wasn’t the most exciting dish to try but I knew we’d be having several courses and didn’t want to get full too fast.
The first course was also served with freshly made bannock. I freaking love bannock. I believe it was the first time that Lee had ever had it. They also had added herbs to the butter on the table (parsley and um something else…). Yum.
For the in between course Lee had the Wasbush (rabbit) Dumplings (rabbit filled dumplings with avocado salad and honey mustard aioli). I was stunned by how large the both the dumplings and the serving was. I was expecting, for a course called the “in betweens,” a much smaller portion size. I had a good sampling of his dish and if the portion size had been smaller I might have wished that I had ordered it. But my own course was pretty tasty too. I went for the Bison Bone Marrow (chili rubbed adobe bread, mushrooms, garlic and onion puree and of course, bison marrow). Lee was smitten with the mushrooms (they were quite tasty and I’m going to remind him of this when the Ottawa Farmer’s Market opens and we’ll pick up some local mushrooms). I was impressed with the sweetness of the onion puree). Very good, though I’d have liked a wee bit more coarse salt. (Blame the French way of serving marrow. I’m used to it. I like it the coarse salt, both for flavour and texture.)
Then for the mains. I had a hard time deciding on my main but eventually opted for the Elk Two Ways (braised and grilled with celery root puree and horseradish puree and bordelaise sauce). Again, portion much bigger than I expected. I had four pieces of elk (I was expecting only two), two of each braised and grilled. I wasn’t crazy about the grilled elk but the braised elk was fantastic. Falling apart tender and melted in your mouth.
Lee, of course, got the Duck, Duck, Goose (a roasted Goose breast, crispy duck leg, duck giblet, mushroom, wild rice and parsnip ragout). Really there never was a doubt that this is what he’d order, unless maybe there happened to be a duck special on the menu that night (there wasn’t). The duck was really good but well, I’ve never been particularly fond of goose. It was well prepared but still goose. It was Lee’s first time having goose and I don’t think he’s a huge fan of it either. He really, really liked the duck.
While we were waiting for the dessert menu the table next to us got served their bison steaks. Again, big portions and I’m pretty happy that I didn’t order that because there was no way I’d have made it through even a quarter of it. Sometime I’d like to go back and just get a starter and a main and I’d be tempted to get that. Or the deer shank. Oh and the beet in between (which I almost ordered before seeing the marrow). But I suspect they’ll be into their summer menu before we manage to go back.
By this point I was absolutely stuffed (Lee actually finished off my elk for me) but well, you can’t eat three courses and then not eat dessert can you? No, of course not. I’m a creature of habit and promptly ordered the creme brulee (rosemary creme brulee with raspberry compote) because there’s always room for creme brulee. Personally I think I would have preferred it without the compote and maybe with just a few raspberries on top but I really gain personal satisfaction from cracking the top of creme brulee. Tap, tap, tap, break. It’s just not the same when you are pushing through a compote to do that. The compote was good though.
Lee is equally predictable in his dessert choice and it took him 0.2 seconds to decide on the banana toffee cake (served warm with crunchy peanut butter gelato). It tasted…banana-y. (I am not really fond of bananas.) I didn’t try the gelato but Lee said it was interesting. I think he liked his cup of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee better though. (Lee is very fond of coffee and the cup last night might have convinced him to buy some the next time we are at Everyday Gourmet in Toronto. Yes, we probably could find it in Ottawa but it’s one of those splurges that you justify due to the fact that you are on vacation.)
We rolled out of Sweetgrass Bistro full and happy. Really full. It’s more than 12 hours later and I’m still full. Definitely one of the better meals we’ve had in Ottawa.
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I Married A Meatloaf Maniac
I’m pretty ambivalent about meatloaf. I can make it, I can eat it but it’s not really something I love or particularly go out of my way to eat or make, especially when I lived alone. When it’s just you eating it, a meatloaf seems to appear twice as large as it actually is. Lee on the other hand could probably eat meatloaf every day if you let him. He has yet to find a meatloaf that he does not like and I think meatloaf nights rate up there above pizza nights for him. He is a meatloaf maniac.
I try to space out our time between meatloaf meals and I try very hard not to make the same one twice in a row. I keep hoping that I am going to find the Holy Grail of meatloafs – the one that will put all other meatloafs (meatloafs?) to shame and make me declare that, “Yes! Yes, I do like meatloaf and I’m not afraid to say it.” I haven’t found it.
Luckily there are a gazillion different meatloaf recipes. I’ve made the basic Better Homes and Gardens one that was the first one I ever made. I’ve made ones that used three different kinds of meat (italian sausage, ground pork and ground beef – it was massive). I’ve made ones that use barbeque sauce or some kind of ketchup on top (why is it that ketchup on top of a meatloaf seems so unketchupy and yummy?). I’ve tried ones that have bacon laid on top (mmm bacon) though I absolutely draw the line at the bacon explosion. I say every now and then that I’m going to make a chicken or a turkey meatloaf but then I forget to buy the ground chicken or turkey (it’s not really a shopping cart regular for us).
The one on tap for tonight is from Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution. It’s kind of an interesting one. You cook it in a dutch oven, then drain off the fat and and mix of tomatoes and chickpeas together for a sauce (well, and other stuff) and throw it back in the oven for awhile. You can put bacon on top of that one too (which will totally depend on if I remember to take the bacon out of the freezer when I get home).
Then there’s always the discussion of what to serve with the meatloaf. Mashed potoatoes? Salad? Rice? Potatoes gratin? Nothing ever seems to fit quite right.
So I want to know – what’s your go-to meatloaf recipe? And what the heck do you serve with it?
Cross-posted at Loving Food and Sharing Recipes.
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24 Days of Christmas: Day 22
I think we are almost ready for Christmas. We’re ready for the day (just one gift left to wrap) and we have almost everything we need for Christmas dinner. We host dinner for a variety of reasons – we have the biggest dining space for one. The others involve me wanting my stuffing* and preferring to spend most of Christmas Day in my jammies. (Ok, fine. I prefer to spend most of every day in my jammies.)
This is what our Christmas feast will look like. Before dinner we’ll have a snacks:
- cheeses – brie, Wensleydale cheese with cranberries, havarti and cheddar. I’d go a bit more out there but Lee doesn’t think his family would appreciate my “weird” cheeses. And I’d love to go to Thyme & Again to buy their port Stilton pate but I’m not actually supposed to eat Stilton. It doesn’t normally stop me but I don’t want to deal with a stomach ache when turkey is coming.
- A duck/pork pate
- crackers
- hot pepper jelly
- pickles – yes! The gherkin makes an holiday appearance!
- spiced nuts…if there’s any left
Then we’ll do dinner:
- Turkey
- stuffing
- more stuffing
- mashed potatoes
- mashed sweet potatoes with orange zest and ginger
- green beans (if I remember to cook them this year, I did not last year)
- glazed carrots
- gravy
- more gravy
- homemade cranberry sauce
- rolls
Then after dinner:
- yet to be determined desserts (a pie and um something)
- tea
- coffee
- chocolate-covered peanut butter balls (if I get around to making them)
Then we’ll lie on the floor and moan that we ate too much. Once people can move again Lee and my FIL will do the dishes. Then everyone goes home, loaded up with lots of leftovers. Lee and I will eat leftovers for a week. Fun!
*One of the first time Lee came to visit me (I think it actually was the first time) I made a roast chicken and I made stuffing. As I was making it he was watching over my shoulder. After I had assembled the ingredients and was getting ready to actually stuff the bird he incredulously asked, “That’s it?” He later told me that he was convinced that it would be horrible and bland but he was determined to eat it anyway because he wanted to impress me. Now he fights people for it, as it should be with stuffing.
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24 Days of Christmas: Day 20
Only four days left after this! Woohoo!
I love Christmas baking. While I could say I’ve done it for years it’s really only been since about 2006. I was working from home and was supposed to have a quiet December. About three days into the month that changes and my quiet month turned into three weeks of barely sleeping. The week before Christmas I was sleeping only a few hours every night. I suddenly had to publish a set of a very cranky manuals (I was tech writing at the time) and this involved lots of hours, little sleep but really it mostly involved babysitting my computer and internet connection. The processes involved in publishing ate up most of my computers juice and I couldn’t do much else on it. I needed to do something other than just stare at the screen for two weeks. By the time the week before Christmas rolled around I was going completely nuts. I was antsy. I needed to do SOMETHING. So I baked.
It was a rather silly undertaking as I didn’t really have many people to gift the goodies to but I baked anyway. I made Peppermint Patties. That was a bit of a mistake because I hate dipping things in chocolate (more on that another time) and they are particularly finicky. I made biscotti that no one liked. And I made Denise’s mint sugar cookies and they quickly became a Christmas tradition.
(Except maybe Christmas 2007. I remember absolutely nothing about that Christmas. I couldn’t even tell you if I cooked myself a Christmas dinner that year. It’s a big blank in my memory. Oddly enough, that was not the Christmas I spent horrifically hungover.)
Generally speaking what I make any Christmas gets shaken up a bit. Denise’s sugar cookies are a Christmas staple but other than that it could be anything. As I mentioned on Sassymonkey Reads this morning, this year I branched out with spiced nuts and Pioneer Woman Cinnamon Rolls.
The funny thing is, I’m not a baker. I much prefer to cook than bake, except for maybe bread (but then my wrists don’t like kneading bread). Baking is a bit too precise for me. I’m not good with measurements and exactness. But there is something about Christmas to that requires me to spend at least one afternoon covered in flour.
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I am not a breakfast person
I never have been a breakfast person. Not even when I was a kid. I was a chronic breakfast skipper.
When I was a kid my parents used to go out for breakfast pretty much every Sunday. I liked the restaurant they went to well enough but it suffered from the chronic breakfast issue – eggs. All eggs. Nothing but eggs. Ok fine, there were also pancakes…that cost twice as much as eggs and bacon. (What is up with that anyway? It’s not like pancakes cost much to make.) They did make lovely breakfast potatoes though, ones that I’ve tried repeatedly to replicate but with no success. Sometimes we’d get there late enough that I could order something off the lunch menu, and sometimes they just took pity on me and let me order off of it anyway.
It’s not that I don’t like eggs. I do. I like a good omelette or an egg over-easy or hard boiled just as well as the next person. I just don’t like eating eggs all the time. I’m not an egg everyday, or even an egg once a week, person. I’m an eggs when I want them and that’s about it person.
What do I eat for breakfast? Um, at home? Yogurt. Fruit. Bagels with cream cheese. English muffins with peanut butter. That’s pretty much it. Sometimes I’ll mix it up and have yogurt AND fruit AND granola. Look at me go wild! On the weekend we might make blueberry pancakes and bacon. Or corn muffins. French toast. Something that takes a little bit more time than we’re willing to give up on a week day morning.
Sometimes I wonder how eggs became so entrenched in our breakfast routine. Why did egg become the go-to breakfast item. I also wonder why pork is also so popular on breakfast menus – do the options of bacon, sausage or ham sound familiar?
There’s nothing wrong with eggs for breakfast, in fact I ordered eggs this morning. But I’m just looking for a bit of variety in my breakfast options, both at some and when I’m eating out. What’s you’re favourite non-eggy breakfast?
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Effing Butternut Squash
Once upon a time I used to be able to peel and slice a butternut squash without a. swearing profusely and b. cutting myself. That no longer seems to be the case.
I had grand plans for dinner tonight. Well, not really grand but yummy. There was going to be homemade butternut squash soup and some kind of olive bread-type of thing that I picked up from Art-Is-In Bakery at the farmer’s market this morning.
Just like the last time I tried to slice through a butternut squash there was much swearing. And unfortunately I also cut myself. It was kind of the last straw in a day that started shortly after 4 when my upstairs neighbour’s alarm clock went off and his cat went nuts right above my head. The upstairs neighbour who is currently not home. The day then proceeded to not dressing properly for the farmers market and freezing my butt off. Then progressing to coming home and cleaning only to react both the dust and the cleaners (which are a “green” product…apparently green doesn’t equal “will not try to kill you”).
The butternut squash was the last straw. After finding bandaids I can actually use (*someone* bought fabric bandaids which I cannot use, *ahem*) I scooped up the squash and threw it in the garbage. Yes. I know. Wasteful. Tell it to someone who cares because right now that’s not me.
So how do you peel and cut a stupid butternut squash without losing an appendage? I’m really quite fond of my fingers, indeed much more so than the stupid squash. But I know it can be done so fess up, how do you do it? (And yes, my knives are sharp…)
(To add insult to physical injury, we can smell the next door neighbours turkey. sigh)
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The Joy of Cooking
After Lee and I ran away to City Hall earlier this year people seemed to want to buy us things. Lee had foolishly thought this wouldn’t happen and so convinced of it was he that he actually bet that it wouldn’t. Needless to say he lost that bet and ended up buying me Chinese takeout and watching an evening of chick-flicks.
When Lee’s aunts wanted to know what to get us we weren’t sure. We weren’t exactly prepared for people to ask us what we wanted. The short answer was that we didn’t need anything but that generally didn’t fly so well (though we gave it a good effort). So we pondered. We decided that if Lee’s aunties insisted on buying us something and wanted to know what we wanted we should probably tell them something. We decided that a copy of The Joy of Cooking would be nice. It was a big gaping hole in our cookbook collection. One day we came home to a lovely wrapped package containing the 75th anniversary edition of The Joy of Cooking.
We’ve flipped through it a few times. Used it for reference a few times. Lee has used it to make French toast. But mostly it just sits there and acts rather intimidating with it’s plethora of recipes and 2-inch spine.
So, since I’m running away this weekend to attend a food blogging conference (I’m a food blogger at heart if not so much in reality) I’m putting out a foodie question to all of you. I know that The Joy of Cooking is one of the most popular cookbooks out there and pretty much everyone has one.
What’s your favourite recipe(s) from it? What recipe(s) have you eyed repeatedly but never tried? We need someone to set us on The Joy of Cooking path.
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What’s for Dinner Wednesday v. 4
And yet again not on a Wednesday. Meh. Such is life.
This could also be the called the “sometimes I suck at meal planning” edition. To say that we have not been doing a good job at this lately would be an understatement. It would also be why the other night we had potato chips as a main course with a Kit-Kat for dessert. (Well, partially. We totally could have had pasta but opted instead for potato chips. Don’t judge. You know you either do it or want to do it sometimes too.) When we plan our meals we eat like kings. When we don’t we eat like slugs.
But this is also the “sometimes I suck at meal planning” edition because there are aspects of meal planning I find difficult. In particular, ones in which someone (or multiple someones) are in attendance aside from Lee and myself. Among other things, when people are over there’s the whole dessert thing. We don’t generally do dessert, except the odd time when I feel compelled to make something or make Lee make something.
We’re having someone over on Saturday and the regular meal was easy, as it more than often is. We’re doing a salad (possibly with this Italian Dressing recipe) because I like salad. Our friend requested BBQ and we don’t have a BBQ we do that the Griddler so we’re doing bison burgers (made from local bison) with yummy toppings (I see myself caramelizing onions on Saturday and hauling out the last bottle of mom’s homemade relish). And we’re doing our usual side of sweet potato oven fries because they are easy, yummy and I know exactly how long it takes.
But it still brings us back to dessert. Sure, we could tell our friend to bring dessert but we’re picky dessert people. I’m not much of a dessert person in general and I’m not crazy about chocolate. Lee is not crazy about lemon (although he’s coming around), coconut or cheesecake. Really, at that point it’s just easier to make dessert.
I can’t decide what to make. I can’t decide if I have too many options (pie? cake? tart? sundaes since it’s going to be warm?) or I just don’t have enough. We’re not quite into rhubard season but I’m tired of apple desserts. I’m not sure that I feel like fussing with frosting and I’m thinking it will be too warm on Saturday for a hot sauce to pour over a cake.
I’m indecisive about the dessert. The rest came easy but dessert is always the part of the meal that kills me.
What do you make for dessert when company’s coming?
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What’s For Dinner Wednesday v. 3
Hey look, I’m actually doing What’s For Dinner Wednesday on a Wednesday. Shocking.
This is the pantry edition. In order to this I must tell you a story. Ok, so I don’t have to but I will anyway.
Last April Lee and I were apartment searching. It was suprisingly difficult to find the kind of apartment we wanted. We ideally did not want to live in a large apartment building. I was living in a fabulous one in Montreal with doormen and a fabulous super and building admin (but slightly crazy neighbours) and I loved my apartment (I miss my green bathroom, sigh). I loved the neighbourhood. And even though I liked to bitch about the walking up the hill it was quite good exercise. But there’s a difference between living in a big ole building in downtown Montreal and living in a big ole building in not downtown Ottawa.
After looking at a place with the narrowest and steepest stairs I’ve ever seen (I don’t think my bed would have make it into the place, or our sofa) we were driving down the street and saw a sign on the lawn at the place we now live. We fell in love with the place. The guy gave us the keys the next day even though we weren’t moving in for 6 weeks.
Sitting in one corner of our kitchen was a dishwasher. It was one of those portable types on wheels. Me? I love dishwashers. Lee? Hates them. So we got rid of the dishwasher on the condition that he did all the dishes. And so it is. In that location we put in a pantry. Lately every time we try to take something out of that pantry we usually end up dropping something on our toes.
Thus began the clear out the pantry/fridge/freezer challenge.
For the last week we’ve been trying to clear out as much as possible. Some things, as always are easier than others. As far as I’m concerned our pasta reserves are dangerously low, but then I’m generally not happy unless I have close to an entire shelf of pasta at the ready. (Mmmm carbs)
We made pasta with artichoke hearts and white beans (not a success). I made bolognese sauce which got rid of a few cans of tomatoes (success). Last night it was chicken and veg with a peanut sauce on top of rotini.
That was almost a complete disaster. The first peanut sauce I made? It was the most vile smelling thing ever. I have no idea how those ingredients combined together created such a vile smell. It made us gag. Thankfully I had made the sauce before I started the rest of the meal and was able to whip up more a tried and true recipe that’s more of a satay sauce than what I wanted but hey it worked. (Lee got the honours of disposing of the vile stuff…I could smell from the next room. Yuck x infinity.)
If anyone has a really good peanut sauce recipe now is the time to speak up.
We still have more to get through. Like 5 tetrapacks of chicken stock (it was on sale I have no idea what to do with it all since I’m not really making a lot of soup). A roast of some sort, which I kind of meant to take out of of the freezer yesterday and forgot). Another can of artichokes (I’m thinking dip). More condiments than you can shake a stick at. (In terms of mustard alone we have regular French’s and then dijon, honey dijon, grainy and maple.)
Anyone have any good pantry clearing ideas?
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