How is it that ratatouille worked its way into the American lexicon of dining? It’s not like it was ever a side to mom’s weekly meatloaf back in the day.
Arlo must be retired. I am and I frequently don’t know offhand what day of the week it is. All I really know is that now Mondays don’t exist and everyday is Saturday.
Raw oysters … like hocking a loogie in reverse.