I easily solve the problem of different beers by not drinking them. I more for shots or rum and coke.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf

I made curried pork chops, cooked in a dutch oven,blackeyed peas, baked potatos ,with a tall glass of iced tea

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It's not a problem LS, it's an exploration opportunity.

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Not when to my taste they're all the same. I've tried a few different ones and couldn't tell any difference. All I know is that they don't suit my pallet. Though I can support your opinion.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf

I made soup with onions, carrots, tomatoes, black turtle beans and chicken.

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

"black turtle beans"!? Are you sure those don't come from the rabbit cage?

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They're smaller than what the rabbit produces

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

I admit, I have never heard of those types of beans. I think I might actually look it up.

Looked them up, they are commonly called just black beans. I assumed they were a different type than this because of the turtle reference. Very popular in Latin American, Cajun, and Creole cooking.

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"BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes. GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger? BOY: Yes! GIRL: Yes. BOY: On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses? GIRL: Yes. BOY: I bet you say that to all the boys!" -Meatloaf

From tiny rabbits maybe?

Just doesn't sound like something that should be in the soup.

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They went in the soup because they were the beans I had on hand. (I also had red kidney beans, but I like saving those for when I make chili!)

I think tomorrow night I'm going to barbecue ras el hanout-rubbed chicken legs, and serve them with Greek salad and some plain rice.

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

Yeah! And you'll probably rub them with a COTTON rag.

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Grilled some asparagus to go with that too. It was yummy!!!!!!!!!

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

We did grilled burgers, fresh corn on the cob, and grilled jalepenos stuffed with spicy pepper jack.

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I think tonight is macaroni and cheese - we're having supper with Wilderness's grandparents, and I think that's what Wilderness's mom told me she was making.

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

I made pork chops and a lovely salad with balsamic vinaigrette. However, my lettuce had gone bad, so we just had a topping salad. Joe said it was the best salad ever and that we never have to eat lettuce again. I ignored that comment.

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