No, we usually add artificial food coloring to at least jazz things up a bit

You know what is funny to me as an American -- other countries approach to food seems dainty to me. Like when anyone but Americans say "snack" it is like they are thinking of a one-time mini meal. Whereas Americans are like "snack?", "We be snacking all the day long." I was just laughing because i realized others thought of a snack as a once a day event. Now I really feel like a pig.

And don't forget 4th meal....taco bell past midnight (and we wonder why Americans are well built)

grape is the generic of jelly but i bet in a pinch you could add water, ferment and.....

then comes the wine.

I read somewhere that the limonene in the citrus rind is an anticancer agent -- but of course i don't know where i read that. They say Europeans put citrus rind in their lemonade along with the juice. And by the way -- if you ever get a chance try homemade kumquat marmalade. It's awesome.

Sounds gross but we used to eat Herbox, or wylers, beef bullion cubes and i would hold the cube between my teeth and drink whole milk through it. Try it sometime.

I will never understand how being a child of the 70's and 80's I had never met a child then from that generation or an adult now who grew up then who actually had a peanut allergy. Seems something genetic happened to the other generations of kids?

Yes this was a staple and at least once if not twice a week my mother put this in my muppet show lunchbox. I rarely have one of these today but it always shocks me how good the combination is of salty creamy mucky peanut butter and fruity sweet jelly. (I like raspberry or blackberry jelly, or jam on mine, but grape is good too.)

Bill Bryson writes about this in a very interesting book, "At Home", along with all the other things about eating, and rooms in the house, and why certain things and condiments and spices are popular and others not.

looks like SpongeBob stepped into some quicksand

wow the world is such an amazing place -- i never knew Tampa had its own indigenous orchid

Wow what a gift! I've heard about these for years and I majored in Botany for a time -- seems many in the wild have been dug up by poachers. I read somewhere it's the fungus in the soil that allows the nutrients the orchid needs to be broken down for their consumption by the plant. Therefore they die when they are taken out of their natural habitat. They've become rarer because of this. Thanks again -- I always would look for these.

The burger looks like it is hanging it's head over the porcelain god

I thought it was Kim Chi for breakfast lunch and dinner which is loaded with garlic.

Okay so, I have to tell you all, that Charity Hospital has been abandoned since Katrina but it was seriously creepy even before it closed. It was a time warp in there -- public hospital free to those who could not pay but it looked "free", no frills at all, no colorful paint on the walls, no gentle lighting, just bare hospital-- it was started eons ago by some nuns who wanted to help the poor and it was then called Hotel Dieu eventually the nuns left and it was turned over to the state or some other gov't agency.

So I had to visit a patient there, and I went up the elevator to an open door and open floor plan. All the patients were in open wards, like something out of 1954 or so -- everyone in one big open room. I was like "what the hell?" I had trouble figuring out which bed to go to. The lady who asked me to visit her son was there, and she said nothing but looked at me with big examining eyes.

I went up to the "son" and he had long manicured fingernails and full makeup on -- I was surprised and I suppose he and his mother could tell by my face. It wasn't so much that he was cross-dressing and I was not warned previously, but the whole vibe of the place was uncomfortable and really unsettling. Add this awkward surprise and it is burned into my mind.

It was a tragedy for the city when this third-world hospital closed. It had one of THE BEST emergency rooms in the nation -- they had a lot of practice saving gun shot wound victims due to the violence prevalent around the Big Easy.

It was the only time I went in there for anything apart from accompanying a friend to an emergency surgery there -- he had no health insurance. It was the outdated architecture and the lack of privacy along with the sullen atmosphere of the place that was overwhelmingly creepy. Im sure if there were a few nuns around still it may not have been as bad -- or maybe worse for that matter haha

Drinking water from the sink in that hotel is equally scary, can you believe a dead body was in the tank and people were drinking, brushing teeth, washing faces, and making coffee with that water?

To me the scariest part of the movie apart from the mouldy woman who comes out of the shower, is when Olive Oil realizes her husband has freaking lost his mind by typing over and over in many different ways, "ALL Work and NO Play makes Jack a dull boy." -- she keeps paging through his writings it's page after page of this same phrase typed over and over after weeks and months of work -- and this is when the whole movie takes a total turn to full SHIT SHOW; she hits him by mistake with a bat and then it gets into total chase mode

Its one of those Charmin bears just making sure you had the SOFTEST toilet paper

you got that right, sometimes certain things that happened seem like a blur since covid

That's got to be one of the most horrible things I ever heard -- it haunts me even though I heard it once, along with the calls from the Shanksville airplane that was headed for the Capitol bldg the day of 911 when they knew they would die and they called their relatives leaving heartbreaking messages on their phones saying "I love you" "it doesnt look like we are going to survive this" "there are terrorists on the plane" Those are all online if you want to hear them, at the museum in Shanksville they have a spot in the field you can see where the plane was pulverized and the bodies in it to dust from the force it hit the ground. The phones on the walls play those messages.