We'll get to keep some of the wood for the fireplace, which will be nice, and should last us through the winter, and any really cold summer evenings. All part of the recycling process.
Speaking of recycling, Andrew gave in and let me buy some fast-food burgers & fries for dinner. We probably only do this about 3 times a year, mostly because of my nostalgia and American taste-buds. He thinks cardboard tastes better. Anyway, I wrote a little rhyming poem, which sums it up nicely:
Maccas is found all over the world,
A comfort food that tastes familiar & yummy;
But once you are finished and the serviettes furled,
The bloat begins pronto in your tummy!
A comfort food that tastes familiar & yummy;
But once you are finished and the serviettes furled,
The bloat begins pronto in your tummy!
I still prefer the American-made special sauce. I think it has a higher recycled cardboard content, which reduces the bloating.
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