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.
I’ll repent of my pistachio sins later.
A potent puffled pickle punch.
Thoughts from the last person on earth.
Decision were made.
Bite into the meat cloud.
Melts like a wicked witch.
I’m weird about walnuts.
Not the droids I was looking for.
You know better than this, Costco.
No frumpy freezer food.
Spicy like an angry cat.
I am shook, as the kids say.
Heaven smells better than pesto, I think?
Not a blank slate, but a versatile one.
A cinnamon Alcatraz.
A serving is a snack. I said what I said.
Not a single lie was told.
Do happy cows make better cheese?
If Temu made a Cordial Cherry