Mine goes in the dishwasher after you reverse-press the fibers into the trash. I do peel the garlic first.
Now to be fair, I hate chunks of garlic, I just want some garlic flavor in the food if it's supposed to be there. So I'm never going to just smash or coarsely chop it. I'm also a garlic-sweater so I don't use garlic at all if it isn't necessary for the dish. But some delicious foods require it, and I just have to try to plan them so I don't have something important the next day.
You just flip the handle over and press the little nubbins backwards through the holes to push out the woody gunk into the trash. If it doesn't fall completely out a gentle whack on the side of the can knocks it out. It's all fibrous and doesn't have much flavor.
I see compliance with the purpose of mattresses. The y didn't build forts or a maze with them. They protected them with sheets. And it doesn't sound like they even used them for sex. Mattresses exist to be slept on, they complied.
Let it sit for a few minutes so the hot pickle innards can transfer their heat into the hotdog. Then the whole thing is just nice and warm.
Some BBQ places around here serve breaded fried pickle slices, they're too salty for me but people like them.
This assumes I want all matchymatchy sheets on my bed. I prefer my main pillow and my husband's main pillow to look different so we don't get them switched, and I prefer the top and bottom sheets to be from different sets. Tonight my pillow is solid blue, his is white, the fitted sheet is blue stripes, the top sheet is white, and the back pillow is blue paisley. Why have all oboes one week and all violas the next when you can have a symphony every week?
"You're the fuckwad that took the splinter out of my foot but didn't clean the wound. It got infected so I was too slow to avoid being captured. The zoo cured me, but now I'm locked up in here for the rest of my life with Ugly Karen and Stupid Marge trying to get me to mate with them. Die, you worthless piece of shit!"
If it feels any better, it's because they're scared to death you and your sweet pitties will eat their babies. After all, a high percentage of fledglings die in the wild every year, and they've invested a lot of energy into getting their babies this far. Yes they're stupid, but think what you'd do if a bear attacked your dogs.
I'm not sure if this link will work but
https://www.wired.com/2016/06/can-teach-old-mockingbird-new-songs/
Yep, mockingbirds. In a few weeks you should be okay going back to your old route, and you can start teaching them songs to cheer you on!
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I wonder, does this indicate monarch larvae are colorblind, or just that there were no green plants near enough when the time came to pupate? Or maybe it's relying on predators to know monarchs taste yucky....
That's fine unless you are buying well in advance and need to know it will still be good by the event. It will also prevent a customer like myself from noticing an item still on the shelf is a week past the sell-by date and should have been removed. Sealed cartons and other packaging prevents us from actually seeing the food, so someone could get home and open it and find it spoilt, wasting their money. "If it's being sold at the store, it's fine" is a mighty optimistic view of commerce. Even at a very well -run store I've found several packages of sliced Jarlsberg with mold inside, well before the date. And I received one with worse mold from a different grocery delivery. That's a Jarlsberg problem. I check them carefully, the delivery shopper didn't. He assumed if it was being sold in the store it was fine.