I had no idea what a “Kraft Dinner” was when I heard it reference in a Bare Naked Ladies song. It’s apparently just Canadian for Kraft M&C.
That’s how the company itself brands the product, and I have encountered it in the US.
Usually just “Mac and cheese”, though.
I feel the same about Krispy Kreme “donuts”, which are apparently made from Playdough. I literally could not finish the first and only one I tried.
Interesting. Who makes donuts you like?
Me too, which is rather strange considering that I learned to love cheesy pasta in the form of lasagna later.
Back when I used to eat such stuff, there were one-off vendors in places like the Easter Show (I guess like a State Fair in the US). There they were fresh and hot and light, delicious!
I’ve heard Canadian kids call it “KD” for short.
Because of their Constant Cravings?
Our kids liked those little Kraft triangles until they discovered Mini Babybels:
Make sure to avoid confusion at Christmas time
That’s really funny!
I’m not quite sure how I didn’t know this but…
Today Brighton’s 19th annual Naked Bike Ride was held.
The reason I’m surprised I didn’t know about it, is that I don’t live that far at all from Brighton and (it would appear) I’ve had 18 previous opportunities to hear about it.
Related fact - it turns out that there is a World Naked Bike Ride; I assume the Brighton event is in some way related to this.
j
ETA: I see that has cropped up in the past in other threads on the dope
There’s an earlier tradition for naked bicycle rides, going back to the mid 90s in Seattle.
It started out as unsanctioned streaking but quickly became an annual thing and the authorities gave up.
This was actually posted in this forum when it happened, but I either missed it or didn’t remember, but. . .
In 2004 the Dave Matthews Band tour bus driver dumped sewage from a bridge, landing on a bunch of tourists who were underneath in an open top tour boat.
Famously he gave them all free tickets to a future concert and the obvious reply was, haven’t they suffered enough already.
Cemeteries don’t necessarily keep permanent records of who’s buried where, so of the family and descendants forget exactly where the grave is, that knowledge may be permanently lost.
An ancestor of mine died in 1849 and I know which cemetery he was buried at. FindAGrave has this tool where you can submit a request for someone living nearby to upload a photo of a grave. I submitted a request but they couldn’t locate my ancestor’s grave.
I’ve been on the other end, too. I accepted a request to upload a photo from the oldest cemetery in these parts, but the cemetery office didn’t know where the grave was.
And these old cemeteries tend to be huge; it could take days to examine every legible marker.
Two cemeteries in my home town in New Jersey not only don’t have records, they don’t have markers. Over the past couple of years they used ground-penetrating radar to find out where the graves were, and one of the cemeteriues, not surprisingly, has several layers of burials atop one another. Some have been identified, but there are still a lot of question marks.
The other one has a huge mass burial of people from the 1918 influenza pandemic.