Main St Bistro Scalloped Potatoes Review
Choose joy. The kind that comes from po-ta-toes.

Choose joy. The kind that comes from po-ta-toes.

Festive scrumptiousness.

You know better than this, Costco.

Spicy like an angry cat.

The Jason Bourne of the Pasta World

Heaven smells better than pesto, I think?

Not a blank slate, but a versatile one.

Just my own quirky list of favorites.

The way to my wallet is through my stomach.

Unlike me, it is not saucy.

Do happy cows make better cheese?

Thank the sheep udders!

RIP, waistline.

Sing the ballad of the missing rice.

Trust the process.

Comes with “the pope.”

Assertive, but not impudent.

Welcome to the secret raisin society.

I give them 6 out of 10 stars.

Where have you been all my life???