Whenever I’m frustrated with my Boomer parents for eating terribly, I try to keep in mind the atrocities they were raised on. And then I scream into a pillow.
A booking request just came through one of the lists we’re on with our food truck. There’s a church here in PA attempting to break a world record for most people continually ringing a steeple bell for 24 hours, and they’re making it a party!
Nothing screams “progressive” like all the plastic it takes to wrap individual slices of pasteurized process cheese food.
Supposedly, this is a mackerel and tuna picnic loaf. From my experience in ministry and foodservice, I’m fairly certain this is not how Jesus fed the 5000.
Nailed It, but with stuff like this:
I want to call this the result of something akin to culinary MadLibs, but that’s a disservice to both the word “culinary” and the word “MadLibs.”
I’m not a liturgical vestments guy, but I would wear either of these to church. You bet I would.