Picture it: Friday morning staff meeting potluck. We had: fruit, donuts, yogurt, some granola bars (yummy!) blueberry muffins, and a sausage-and-cheese-grits breakfast casserole (guess who?) Peeps went through the line. As they passed, they asked, "What's in this? Ritz? Oh."
I'm admittedly a picky eater. Really picky. Here's my solution. Put things on my plate. Try some. Eat it or don't. Compliment all of it. Ask for the recipe later if I mean it. If something looks homemade, definitely get it--it'll be better.
What is wrong with these freaks?
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