That’s fine unless you are buying well in advance and need to know it will still be good by the event. It will also prevent a customer like myself from noticing an item still on the shelf is a week past the sell-by date and should have been removed. Sealed cartons and other packaging prevents us from actually seeing the food, so someone could get home and open it and find it spoilt, wasting their money. “If it’s being sold at the store, it’s fine” is a mighty optimistic view of commerce. Even at a very well -run store I’ve found several packages of sliced Jarlsberg with mold inside, well before the date. And I received one with worse mold from a different grocery delivery. That’s a Jarlsberg problem. I check them carefully, the delivery shopper didn’t. He assumed if it was being sold in the store it was fine.

Mine goes in the dishwasher after you reverse-press the fibers into the trash. I do peel the garlic first.

Now to be fair, I hate chunks of garlic, I just want some garlic flavor in the food if it’s supposed to be there. So I’m never going to just smash or coarsely chop it. I’m also a garlic-sweater so I don’t use garlic at all if it isn’t necessary for the dish. But some delicious foods require it, and I just have to try to plan them so I don’t have something important the next day.

You just flip the handle over and press the little nubbins backwards through the holes to push out the woody gunk into the trash. If it doesn’t fall completely out a gentle whack on the side of the can knocks it out. It’s all fibrous and doesn’t have much flavor.

I see compliance with the purpose of mattresses. The y didn’t build forts or a maze with them. They protected them with sheets. And it doesn’t sound like they even used them for sex. Mattresses exist to be slept on, they complied.

Let it sit for a few minutes so the hot pickle innards can transfer their heat into the hotdog. Then the whole thing is just nice and warm.

Some BBQ places around here serve breaded fried pickle slices, they’re too salty for me but people like them.

You know, in my jealousy about the capacious pockets in men’s pants, I never thought about how they must weigh the pants down when they’re full of keys and wallet and phone and tampons and condoms and stuff. No wonder y’all need belts!