I think relish trays have more connection to class and time period than with region. Especially among strivers (hi, mom) who encountered them in ”finer” restaurants and in pages of magazines like Better Homes and Gardens, Redbook, etc. A way to try and show sophistication and being up to date.

It’s easy, the horseradish and tangy/fruity cranberries play well off each other, it makes a bite of bland dry turkey tasty, and it reminds me of the 80s and 90s when my kids were little.

What time should we show up for dinner? 🤪

First, ignore limiting guidelines. Mostly, you’ll make good decisions over the next fifty years and you’ll have a lot of good luck. Maybe think twice about a few things you were a little impetuous about. And don’t by that used Ford Escape with the faulty engine in 2021.

Well, there is short term happy, and there is long term happy.

C’mon, pour one out for Susan Stamberg this year. It’s actually a great recipe.

I’m finding heading toward 70 is a lot less angsty than how I felt heading toward 40, if that’s any comfort.

Proper Cloth, pricey but quality material, great fit

Wanted outside work, something that would engage my mind. Did some fieldwork with a local archaeologist In high school, that decided it. My dad scoffed, then enthusiastic when I made $140 for two days of survey work (1976). 40 year career, last 20 mostly at a desk. No regrets.

And it’s a shite song (did I spell that correctly?) by a hack pop star.

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Oy! Those last two goals!

Have often been similarly saddened.

Good evidence for the positive feedback and interaction between expanding mental ability and physical evolution?

They just don’t like others muscling in on their territory.
“The statement that the NYPD is a "criminal operation" or a "criminal enterprise" was made by Thomas Donlon, the former interim New York City police commissioner.“

Hoping for happier belly and that your system adjusts to the meds (or you find a good alternative).

It is beginning to feel like the late Spring and early summer of 1974 to me. Remember that time, Mr. President?

Brighten the nights to resist the dark times.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.