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What do you miss?

I sincerely doubt this stuff works!


You can read a little about it here:


Just the standard sales pitch, though, nothing medically/clinically endorsed.

I didn't see anything special in the ingredients. Just a couple of vitamin supplements that a fertility clinic might suggest to increase sperm production.

Snake oil, I'd say. LOL You'd probably have better luck sticking a quartz crystal and a pinch of sacred sage up your ass. Timing is everything, of course.:)
 
I miss the flans from my childhood. I mean these:
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The brand we used to buy doesn't exist anymore

Here in Queens (and probably in parts of Brooklyn and the Bronx), many storefront bakeries make and sell their own flan. Not just Latin American bakeries, either; most of the Greek and Italian bakeries in my neighborhood have it, too. (And they don't usually bother calling it crème caramel instead.)

Bakeries there don't make it? If not, maybe you need to visit New York City!
 
I miss the Korean-owned vegetable stores that used to be all over New York City.
 
I miss the Korean-owned vegetable stores that used to be all over New York City.
This is the same with us...although after we left Toronto, there was no fucking chance of finding them out here in the wilderness.

But I miss stopping on the way home from work...picking up the most wonderful veg and fruit and fresh flowers at Broadview/Danforth, along with the best fish and meats and then cooking in our ridiculously tiny kitchen in our apartment.

But to compensate, I can grow any veg in season on the farm.
 
omg. we had the Hungarian Corona on Bloor Steet in the 80's in Toronto, with with Elisabeth.

My partner, in the late 70's lived above this restaurant and they kept him fed and healthy.

omg. I am still trying to duplicate their dishes.
 
omg. we had the Hungarian Corona on Bloor Steet in the 80's in Toronto, with with Elisabeth. My partner, in the late 70's lived above this restaurant and they kept him fed and healthy.
omg. I am still trying to duplicate their dishes.

Since I may not catch you at the right time in the This or That thread:

Sweet paprika, hot paprika, or smoked paprika?
 
Is it the drug culture of the 60's?

Your youth?

Sledding down a slope?

Your grandmother's cooking?

Naivete?

Pagers?

A deceased friend or relative?

A favorite but no longer available product or food?

I miss card games, a lot. When I was a child, they were a constant. When I was in college, they were a thing. When I began teaching, in a new town, we gathered for board games and to play cards. My landlady loved to play Rook. When I moved to Albuquerque, I loved hosting Texas Holdem Tournaments in my home.

Now, I have no friends here who play. My neighbors are as boring as dirt. My gay friends here only like going out, or doting on pets, or just dining. The gaming group I joined only enjoyed ridiculous board games with incredibly overcomplicated rules and fantasy systems of reality that seemed like two-dimensional alternatives to software gaming.

When I visit my siblings, they tend to play idiot games, like Uno, that a hamster could play. No strategy, no plan, not ruthlessness, and no joy in winning.

I miss the good, old-fashioned cutthroat games where you could laugh, play for hours, and garrote your mother or best friend cheerfully as they fell at your feet, . . . so to speak.
Warm salty cum on my tongue, and going down my throat, I miss it so much!!!
 
My old Chinese food place I got take out from. Someone lit it on fire a few days before Christmas. I had been a customer there for almost 30 years. Rumor is if they rebuild it will take at least a year to start the build.


Thankfully no one was hurt as there were about 15 people inside when it went up.
 
The little Armenian deli, with the delicious spinach pie and charmingly dumb cat, that used to be across the street from my apartment. I miss it most because that space is now occupied by an overpriced, obnoxious Greek cafe that blasts house music up and down the street whenever it's warm enough for me to open windows (and even sometimes when it isn't).
 
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