I would describe myself as frugal. Some people might prefer the term “cheap”. I’m okay with that. Especially when it leads to better food than if I had bought it pre-made.
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Oh, Drew. Do not even TRY to challenge me in the Frugal Kitchen Wars. I have a compost pile. We butchered the deer ourselves that A. shot. And I grow my own food. So in comparison, I’m thinking that a few bread crusts (which we hardly ever have anyway, since bread is not a staple food in a house containing a wheat-intolerant person) don’t really compare.
I WIN! (Me, competetive? Why do you ask?)
Competitive. Yeah, that’s what I meant. “I” not “e.”
No matter how right you may be — and I’m not conceding anything here — for a professional editor to typo her gloat … that’s just priceless.
You know, I almost just deleted the whole thing and re-typed it so no one would see my shameful typo, but then I thought, “Stop being so anal retentive–no one but you cares.”
Clearly, I should have gone with my first instinct to save myself from the mockery.
But I still win. So there.
And “typo” is not even a verb. So there. Again.
I’m going to step away from the keyboard now, before I get too caught up in proving my dominance. Oh wait. Too late.
I’m hearing this whispered Mutual of Omaha narrative in my head, “Here we see the straw hatted gardener rising to its full height, screeching to warn possible competitors to stay away. But what’s this? It seems a grey-tufted geek is approaching with with a pointy stick. It’s poking the gardner with it, causing it to screech louder …”