That's whats written on the back of this bag of square pretzels. I went to high school with someone who absolutely hated the word "treat." I thought it was funny since that word was one the ones that really has no meaning. Treat. Gourmet. Natural. Breaking ball. I wonder if he ever changed his mind. Maybe he went to college and a goth girl showed up in his dorm room to give him a...treat.
I'm counting down the days until I get to make a couple of Thanksgiving dishes. I got assign the dressing (cornbread-sausage) and pumpkin pie. Instead of using a couple of boxes of Jiffy cornbread, I'm going to do a gluten-free one. And then I get to let the whole thing dry out a little. I have vague memories of my grandmother making a dressing with (ick) chicken livers. In the old days, KFC used to sell a little box of chicken livers/gizzards/thingies (double ick), but I don't think they do that anymore.
Seattle-land was pretty depressing today. Rain and rainy and gray skies and more rain. Rocky agrees.
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