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__________________ Kyle's Mom's a beyotch. |
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| . Member Since: Sep 2007 Location: I got nuttin.
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| Cleopatra Jones Member Since: May 2002 Location: Ten Miles of Bad Road For Every Hood in Town...
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| I seriously think I might burn my house down. ![]()
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| They were definitely crunchy after their boiling session. I have one in a zip lock bag that I might drizzle chocolate over tonight. |
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| I used to get those little moth-like things. They infest the flour and stuff, so I just bag everything in ziplocks. Flour bags, pasta, sugar, anything that doesn't already have an inside protective liner. And those little sticky traps work really well.
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| Board Mommy | ![]() Yeah, I suddenly have this desire to throw out every food item in my house....
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| Registered User Member Since: Apr 2007 Location: Turn south from DC and drive till you run out of land
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| When I was little my dad was stationed in Libya, we got(?) to join him. I remember my mom sifting the cereal, flour and rice to get the bugs out. And this came from the commissary with limited supplies. Back then enlisted people made very little and she couldn't afford to buy new. You do what you have to do sometimes. |
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