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Frances Mary D'Andrea's avatar

You missed reporting the person on Bluesky who shared the story of when an ancient tin of mackerel that finally exploded in his pantry. His description of the terrible stench made me laugh out loud (but with sympathy).

Our own story is of the giant bag of bay leaves that my mom bought at a farmer's market in the early 2000s--definitely before 2006 when we moved to our current place. They eventually became like pieces of stiff paper with no aroma at all but I dutifully put them in my spaghetti sauce for many, many years just because. That ended last summer when my husband finally composted them. We now have a new (small) container of bay leaves and it's amazing how good they smell--so THAT's why people put them in spaghetti sauce! Frankly, I just have a hard time conceiving that the turn of the 21st century is already a quarter century ago. Didn't my mom just buy that bag?

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Suw Charman-Anderson's avatar

I feel like the Tour de France ought to be routed through every single département, in ever decreasing concentric circles, until eventually they're racing round a lamppost in the centre of Bruère-Allichamps* for 21 days straight.

* Or any one of the other half dozen places claiming to be the centroid of France.

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