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