N has recreated the experience of a Soviet komandirovochny in a Daytona Beach Hilton. This is the lunch he made himself:
He brought the plates, the frying pan and the hot plate with him from home.
How are we even in love, we are the exact opposite. This is too funny.
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Love adapts, or at least lovers do. When my wife grew up they never ate venision, and fish was fish sticks every friday. Worse, her mother called me “a half tamed ape” that had kidnapped one of her girls into the wild western wilderness ;-D
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I love venison.
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Yes, if it is dressed properly and not over cooked i.e., still pink, it is hard to beat.
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With some elderberry sauce…. Paradise.
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My wife did a deadly rare roasted baby moose sirloin tip with oven basted potatoes, carrots, and onions. Plus miniature yorkshires in muffin pans as the roast rested and added tapioca starch to thicken the au jus into gravy. We is rednecks ;-D
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Is your name George by any chance…George of the Jungle?
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Ah, but he has been to Publix!
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The full Florida experience! 😁
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We use them for pit stops on road trips: the bathrooms are usually clean, there are always enough cashiers to be in and out quickly, nothing scary in the parking lot, pay 1/3 of truck stop prices for non-corrosive road food, and Syfo!
Plus there’s like 20 of them between our house and my parents’ house. The kids, forbidden to ask “how much further?” now count the number of Publixes we’ve passed to gauge how close to home we are.
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