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You're welcome.
Yark!
Where I come from, we call that ‘ham and mother****ers’.
Not that I don’t like it, actually. Unless it comes out of a green can, and is eaten cold while I’m sitting in the rain somewhere.
Anybody else remember wondering about Eunice King and her fabled kitchens?
Okra: Nope, and no, I don’t care how it’s prepared. And no- not your way, either.
Broccoli: Yup. Bring me more. Hot, with some salt and butter, thanks.
Brussels sprouts: Pass, thanks. Never cared for them, although I was compelled to eat hundreds of the things in my childhood.
Spam’n’Limas - truly disgusting. Almost as disgusting as brussell sprouts.