I LOVE Chicago dogs, but the celery salt is a deal breaker. It tastes like someone handling industrial chemicals mishandled my food. I’ll put ketchup on it before celery salt.
(For the record, I really don’t give a hoot if someone wants to put ketchup on their hotdog, and if people like celery salt, more power to you. Personally though, the flavor is absolutely offensive.)
And find a way to charge the fetus for the hospital bill after delivery.
Dark, warm, moist, friction - perfect formula for growing something on irritated skin .
The only time I generally don’t apply it to these areas is if I’m planning on sharing these areas with someone else later that day 😉 lol .
I have a dedicated 72hr antiperspirant stick that I use for my underboobs and the crease at my groin area that I apply after every shower. Summer and workouts are so much more comfortable without the skin irritation, and the conditioning/protective barrier helps prevent friction.
Do you have a garage? Fill them with different sizes/kinds of nails, screws, bolts, washers, cup hooks, eye bolts, zip ties, and any type of “fix it” supplies, and put them on a shelf. If they’re located conveniently, you’ll never need to repair anything because it acts like an insurance policy.
If the shelf is awkwardly high and just out of reach, you’ll appreciate having nicely organized supplies as you balance on an upside down milk crate and lean precariously over random garden tools Final Destination style because you had a couple drinks and decided this was the day you’d finally fix that second floor window shutter that rattles loudly when it storms and the wind is just picking up so if you hurry you won’t have to listen to it again.
There are so many ways to get to the final product anymore, it really comes down to how much you want to fiddle with it and what you can spend.
I bought a discounted refurbished Breville Bambino Plus 5 years ago. It doesn’t have all the fancy adjustments but it’s faster and tastier than my drip machine and I just have to push a couple buttons. With enough money there’s even fully automatic machines that you dump beans in and the machine does the rest.
All that said, fuck Nestle, fuck Nespresso.