Samsung, I already love your brand. I’ve traveled up your smartphone chain to my current Galaxy5.
Satisfied customer, I am.
So my little heart fluttered when I read about your new smart refrigerator…with its ridiculously large touchscreen…which allows me to order groceries while standing in my kitchen, in front of my empty frig!
I’m a city chick who already uses Fresh Direct for my grocery delivery, so imagine how excited I am to have two of my favorite brands working together to make my life easy peasy.
It’s like the Jetsons, it is.
And when life starts to look and feel like the Jetsons, it’s a very good day indeed.
As many grilled cheese sandwiches as I have eaten in my life, I can’t understand why I don’t own these yet…
I must be a part of the club, right?
(Probably wouldn’t wear them…but it’s the principle of the thing — ya know?)
Did you know Cracker Barrel has an online store?
I was dozing on the couch and a commercial woke me up with the news.
For someone like me who doesn’t live near the Barrel, this is good news. Unfortunately you can’t order those nasty good Southern veggies online…or have Uncle Herschel’s breakfast delivered hot to your door.
But a ceramic owl spoon rest is nice, too.
I was raised in the South by amazing home cooks.
The food may not have been the best for us, but it tasted better than anything I’ve found in my travels.
We used to call my mother and her sisters “food pushers” because they were always encouraging us to eat more.
Another taste. Another serving. Heck, in some cases, another meal.
I had a flashback to those food pushers this morning when I was sitting on the floor, trying to get my dog Rory to eat.
When he rejected his wet food, I added chicken. When he tired of the chicken, I gave him treats. When he finished the treats, I handed him the wet food again.
Anything to get him to eat a decent-sized meal.
Old dogs are the best, but they’re not the best eaters. — Mama Dog food pusher
Tonight on Facebook, a friend posted this pic on pie etiquette:
I must protest.
Meringue is a national nightmare. Even a dollop is a spoonful too much for me. Encouraging the egregious behavior above means more scraping at restaurants… more apologies to meringue-loving friends and family… more gooey mess.
Just say no to meringue, America…at least in front of me.