Blackberry jam, blackberry barbecue sauce. I know: they looked like Hall & Oates to me, too!
We’re jarring tomato sauce today, fourteen quarts so far. In related news, it’s unbelievably glamorous that my clothes have been stuck to my back since lunchtime.
Poor Impulse Control 
Speaking of food, a weekend in St Louis has learned me that not all the Midwest food culture is as desolate as that of Minnesota. Bogart’s Smoke House rocks.
You went to Missouri on purpose?
Loved St Louis. Caught a Cardinals game, ate at some great places (Niche was excellent), saw the Gateway Arch and the Western Expansion Museum, both of which are awesome, and generally had a fine time. I sure did go to Missouri on purpose. I have been in Minnesota for over four years now, a place where the people are allegedly “nice”. They aren’t nice here at all. They are passive-aggressive as hell and largely pretty stupid. The people in Missouri were nice in a sincere way. It was so refreshing, I got depressed immediately upon rturning to this shithole called “MinneSOOta”.
Good thing you’re Jersey Mean. What am I saying?