(And no, I’ve never tried it. Gross!)
The apocalypse. It’s upon us. Clearly. Repent now.
I’m sorry. I really can’t stand Philly sports teams. Mo. Do it.
Making spooky kid crafts.
My little mermaid. From the Halloween 2009 archives.
My little mermaid. From the Halloween 2009 archives.
Boating. NY style
Manhattan
Tonight - I play bocce. Here. With guys like these. And I presume watch the game if it happens. (http://www.ilvagabondo.com/)
Typical Filipino household
I walk into my cousins house.
“DID YOU EAT?”“Oh, it’s okay. I ate, I’m full.”
“ARE YOU SURE?”
“Yeah, thanks though.”
“OKAY HERE I COOKED YOU SOMETHING.”jews too
Italians too.
hispanics as well.
umm Indians… :)
Arabs as well…
And again, true of Filipinos. Here, would you like some kaldereta? :-)
Norwegians too-at least, my family. I had this drilled into me as a kid-if someone comes over, you give them food. It always confused friends who came over. “Why do you want to feed me?”
Even today, I’d have to come up with a really good excuse not to keep eating… “No, Grandma, I just ate two bowls of your excellent soup with the vegetables you grew and the chickens you raised, a helping of hotdish, some bread, and your homemade chocolate pudding. I don’t need cookies. I promise. Really. Lefse? Oh, fine.”
On days I know I’m visiting family, I just don’t eat until I get there.
A bunch of my aunts and uncles went to visit our family in Norway. They enjoyed seeing our family’s farm, and visiting our relatives. Their primary complaint? “I was hungry the whole time, they don’t feed you over there!”
Maybe it’s just Minnesotan Norwegians.
And for us Scots - “aren’t you going to have a drink?” “Here, have some whiskey/bourbon/beer/wine.”
This is easily explained when your national cuisine is haggis.
Traffic here?(the other day)
Crazy desert scenery.
Same shot. Drunker. And later.
Bar view.
Wow. Drink of the day.