So what, tuna salad with boiled egg? That’s exactly how I make tuna salad.
I’m a third for the egg in tuna salad bunch. My mother-in-law made it with tuna, mayo, and large chunks of sweet pickle and hard-boiled egg, and I learned from her. I’ll also sometimes mix a spoonful of that tuna salad into my egg salad (smaller dice on the eggs, mayo and mustard, and parsley, with a little sweet relish if I’m in the mood) when I get a rare craving for tuna.
I was all ready to click on “No” in the fortuneteller/palm reader poll, but then I remembered that one of my friends really got into tarot cards and palm reading when we were in high school. Not only did she do readings for me, she also dragged me to a professional “psychic” once. I spent the whole time sneering because she, of course, kept trying to get me to answer leading questions and I kept saying, “You’re the psychic, you tell me.” She cut the “reading” short because I was “blocking the spirits” with my hostility.
If, for some reason, I had to buy tuna one day and only brand names were available, I suppose I would pick Chicken of the Sea because that’s what my mother used to buy. But there is no difference in taste.
The cheapest Chunk light (in water) is what I buy. Store brands are just as good as any of them and I pick up five or ten cans when it’s on sale.
I made the mistake once of trying some ‘grated’ tuna, which I had never seen before and was really cheap. Total dreck - we ended up feeding it to the dog.
I like boiled egg in my tuna salad, but never think about it before I start making lunch and then don’t want to wait to boil an egg and let it cool.
Half the time the cans of tuna I buy get fed to the cats. These days they’re about the same price as cat food anyway, plus the rest of the family thinks it’s fun to make the cats beg.
I have no idea if the tuna we eat is packed in oil or packed in water. So, nonexistent “other”.
I get tuna in oil for me, tuna in water for the cats. I don’t give it to them regularly, it’s a few-times-a-year treat.
We usually get Chicken of the Sea chunk light. That’s what Costco carries. They also have some sort of swankey type of white albacore, but I’m making tuna fish sandwiches - I don’t need the swankey kind.
My gf stopped buying canned tuna, she buys foil packets no. No idea what brand it is, but it is “flavored”.
I’ve got three degrees and not once did I attend the graduation ceremony. I simply have no interest in what for me is a meaningless ritual. If I had heard that Donald Trump was going to speak at one of the ceremonies, I might have decided to show up anyway, if only out of curiosity. But in that case I would have arranged to sit in the audience the whole time—I wouldn’t have wanted to be the backdrop to his speech.
Yes to the hardboiled egg in tuna. No to the pickle. I don’t like sweet pickles in any form, and I’ll have my dill on the side, not in the tuna, thanks.
The cats get the liquid from the tuna can; and occasionally a bit of the tuna itself. I’ll open a can specifically for a sick cat who isn’t eating well, in the hopes of getting them to eat something. A diet made up in large part of human-style tuna isn’t good for cats, though; it’s missing nutrients (in the wild they’d also eat stomach contents and organs, not just muscle meat; and tuna food meant for cats has added nutrients.)
I’ve had my fortune told by amateurs a couple of times. (They were wrong.) I’ve never paid somebody to do it.
You’re lucky. My college has a strict “No walkie, no sheepskin” rule. If your butt isn’t there in that chair for the ceremony, you’re not getting your diploma.
Our speaker was Liddy Dole. My husband got Fred Rogers.
Wow, I’ve never heard of that. I assume you still have the degree, even if you don’t get the actual document? I could live without the diploma.
I prefer tuna packed in water, but have no preference whatsoever as to brand.
I had a good friend in high school who was really into Tarot, and he must have given me a reading at some point, but I don’t remember it now. And, when I was in Nawlins for a seminar in 2001, I played tourist and had a $20 palm reading from a friendly Roma lady just off Jackson Square. She was just vague enough to be “accurate.”
My first reaction to hearing that Trump would be speaking at my graduation would be to boycott it, but my second reaction would be, “Great! I’m sure I can find lots of other people to protest with.” So that’s what I’d do.
Sure, I’d wear only my underwear for the day for $10 million. What the hell. I’d be able to explain to everyone after midnight what was really going on, and that much money should be more than enough to pay any fines for indecent exposure. Hell, I might even welcome arrest, as it could keep me out of the public eye for the rest of the day, and I’d still get my money.
I was getting married on my commencement day.
In retrospect, I should have attended graduation.
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For our demented millionaire with an underwear fetish, I picked 10 million.
I figured I’d cheese it in one way, and depend on other real-world issues to deal with much of the issue.
One, I normally wear boxers, or boxer briefs. A heavy pair of flannel boxers is visually close enough to pass for shorts, so I’d probably skate by the worst of the public horror (note, this scenario does favor males I would say!). And given that it has to be warm enough here in Colorado for me to be comfy in this get up, there are plenty of guys going around topless in shorts during high summer.
As for trying to do all the things I’d normally do, well, that’s when IRL norms save me. Go to work? I’ll be immediately sent home for breaking dress code. Fine, it’ll be my last day with them anyway with $10 mil. Try to do shopping? No shirt, no shoes, no service will have me send on my way. Nothing said I had to try to force it, just try to do the things I’d normally do, which includes complying with a refusal of service.
So after failing about half a dozen things, and getting severe hot sidewalk/asphalt burns on my feet, I’d go home, apply salve, and hope dodged an indecent exposure ticket. And if I got one, I’d shrug and pay it. Again, 10 mil.
If someone wants to trade me dignity for money, I’m holding out for every penny they’ve got to give.
Ah, thanks. I’d missed that.
Glad to assist, but more importantly, does it change your answer?
To answer the underwear question I need to know if I am allowed to wear an undershirt, or just briefs/boxers and go shirtless.
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