Pumpkin pie: @Die_Capacitrix you forgot ice cream! I like pumpkin with whipped cream, so I put that in the poll, but it’s also yummy with Butter Pecan, Vanilla, or Salted Caramel.
What MOS were you?
Or the family I’m moving for can offer to buy my seat.
I live near Lyme, but am not particularly concerned about catching it.
I used a desktop computer up until mine died two years ago. Then I used my wife’s laptop for a while, and finally bought one of my own to take on my trip to the Midwest last year.
I had no idea there were that many MCU series! I’ve never watched a single episode of any of them.
I don’t use the word decimate, but if I did it would be with the 10% meaning.
Free-range, back in the '60s. In 5th and 6th grades the nearest kids were about a half mile away; my mother had no problem with my walking over to visit them on weekends or during the summer.
I know 21 digits of pi. “Sir, I send a rhyme excelling…”
We have a country-style mailbox, but it’s bolted to the porch rail so I picked “house-mounted”.
One of the whipped cream variants for my pumpkin pie, please, and dribble a little maple syrup on it. I’ll take a scoop of gkster’s ice cream, too.
My sister had that S&G album, but I don’t remember “Kathy’s Song”.
For the childhood question, I lived on hundreds of acres of primarily forest. Mom and Dad didn’t want us going too deep into the woods or down the county highway. Otherwise it was “Go outside and play, damn you both. It’s too hot in here!” (Upstate New York, no AC). When we were a little older, if we wanted to go down into the valley to play with our cousins, we just had to let Mom know first. Even when I was at my Dad’s service station for whatever reason, I had permission to wander near the station and could usually go elsewhere if I told Dad where I was going. But… this was a town of about 1,000 people and everyone knew everyone else. You couldn’t get away with anything and if someone was trying to talk to you that wasn’t from town, you’d better believe that someone was watching, just in case. This was in the late 70s through the 80s, so about 2 until about 15.
For my kids, they’ve grown up in an urban setting, always in apartment complexes. When they were younger, we would take them to the playground in the complex. As they got older, they were able to go out on their own, usually playing in front of our apartment or going to a friend’s house in the complex. The area got larger as they got older, until it was (and is) “Let us know you’re going out, stay in the complex, and if you want to walk to a store, you let us know first.” In our old apartment, they weren’t going on anything but access roads to the stores. In this one, they have to walk down a semi-busy side minor road that doesn’t have sidewalks. But, the kids are 14 and 17 and have their cellphones.
I think if I were to be raising my kids in the same location I grew up, I probably would have been as permissive as my parents were.
See, I have a rhyme, assisting my feeble brain, its task ofttimes resisting.
Mail slot in door.
Post office box.
Box at a company that gives you the illusion of a street address.
General delivery at a post office.
Pie with ice cream!
I can understand making a distinction between real whipped cream and the pre-packaged whipped-cream-like substances. But is there a meaningful difference between Cool Whip and Reddi-Wip?
Yes, reddi-whip is a dairy product, and tastes like whipped cream with a weird additional flavor. Cool whip tastes like plastic.
I like reddi-whip. Not as much as real whipped cream, but it tastes nice on a sundae. I scrape cool whip off of food if the underlying food is worth eating.
Agreed with part one, disagree with part 2. Nothing I’ve ever seen served with cool whip is good enough to justify that funky plastic taste.
Granted, I’m sure a world class baker could come up with something that would change my mind, but nothing ever served to me with cool whip on it was worth it. Granted, most of the people I know who like/offer cool whip are aware enough to offer it as a topping, rather than pre-deposited, like some form of frozen worm phlegm on an otherwise fine food.
So, pumpkin pie. For Thanksgiving dinner with her family, my gf roasts some pie pumpkins and makes a traditional pie. I make two sweet potato pies.
Typically my two sweet potatoes are gone before her single pumpkin. I’m not one to gloat.
If you can find maple-ginger ice cream, it is a slam dunk for pumpkin pie. I just pour a little whipping cream on the pie slice, rather than whipping it first. Yes, I prefer it that way. I eat pumpkin pie year 'round. It’s my favorite orange vegetable!
I am currently receiving mail at my brother’s home. I don’t know how he receives it because I’ve never looked. His home has an odd setup where everyone approaches from the back, not the front, due to a steep hill on the front. I’m guessing he has a curbside mailbox, but I don’t actually know.
Other: pumpkin pie four or five times a year would be delightful.
I grew up on a quiet street in a small Ohio town. My sisters and I were outside all the time in good weather. There were some neighborhood kids to play with, but not many - I remember Julie, Doug, Denny, Donny, Nathan, Jeff and Ricky, in particular. We’d play tag and hide-and-seek; we played Six Million Dollar Man and Star Trek, pretending to be the characters; we’d play baseball and football. Sometimes we’d toss a frisbee, or ride our bikes around the neighborhood. There was a swimming pool not far away in the summer. Good times!
Hmm, I don’t remember that scene. Remind me of the context, please? Was it the U.S. Army, or some other military unit?
Not sure but I think Russian? I found this link referencing it.
Apparently this is a real thing that was done.
The house I moved out of earlier this year has a mail slot into the garage. There’s a little wire basket underneath, but half the time stuff ended up on the floor anyway.
Now I have the “outdoor locker group,” almost exactly as shown in @squeegee’s photo.
The house I live in now has a “curbside” mailbox, because I was the one who put one there when I bought the house in 2018. Before that, this house built in 1972 had never had a mailbox; the owner would go to the post office to get their mail. For 46 years!
“task” isn’t correct because there’s a 5, not a 4, in that position.
Hmmm, maybe it was tasks… I learned that in 9th grade, so 54 years ago?
Hate pumpkin pie. In fact apple is the only fruit pie I like.
I figured–“tasks” takes care of it.
/100 digits memorized in high school
I don’t mind decimated if someone means a large percentage of x was destroyed. But the book I read where the author used decimated when they meant devastated…
I play a daily game called Framed. Guess the movie from movie stills.
There’s someone who chooses what order to put the still, because they definitely show in hardest to easiest