I’m serious. It would be difficult for fund raiser food to be more tasteless and less filling if you lived in Arkansas.
Fund raisers are good for finances, bad for body, bad for taste buds, but a good place to learn to lie on your feet. Lie as in not tell the truth about what you really, truly think about what you’re eating.
I was just in New Hampshire. How do those people put up with food that’s so closely related to the British? At least their dental hygiene is better, but you’d think that 230 years after declaring independence they’d learn to cook for God’s sake.
Beans and chicken. Beans and chicken. The hormones or whatever the crap they put into chickens these days will just start to kill you before the beans blow it all out. Repeat the next day. No wonder I look like a blonde, pudgy duck.
I’m telling everyone I meet, “if you want to avoid the really bad food at a fund raiser, just send money and stay home.” I’d still be there, I guess. Not everyone listens to what I say. Well, maybe they listen, but they pay as much attention as Bill.