Oh heck yeah I do. I love rye dip. We usually served it in a pumpernickel round. 
I associate it especially with the 80s, lol. ETA: it is definitely a western PA thing too.
I remember reading something about it at some point, I should see if I can dig it up.
. I remember when I was a kid, Wegmans sold theirs with beef in it, but now it’s just a creamy dill sauce. That I have bought more than a few times since I’ve been back. I know one of my local towns has a cookbook; I wonder if there is any info in there.
I suspect it goes back a ways. Now I’m gonna be scouring my old cookbooks looking for dill dip recipes… (I’ve never had one with chipped beef, though, that is new to me)
I think the real question is why doesn’t everybody in the country know about this?!
I had to start and finish a book last night because the ILL due date snuck up on me. So I was up way past my bedtime and now have a tired headache and keep semi nodding off at my desk.
Follow-up complaint: The book ended on a semi cliffhanger and the library doesn’t have the next book, or the semi prequels that I now want to read. Grump grump. I might have to spend money on this series and I don’t know if I like it enough for that.
Huh. My mom used to make a dip that was served in a pumpernickel round. It could have been what you describe. I liked the pumpernickel but not the dip, I guess. She is from Philadelphia.
Someone at work had mild BO yesterday. They have severe, clinging to rooms they walk through BO today. And they are centrally located.
Potential Victor - owner is in today and will hopefully notice/address?
I had a 3 day weekend and am now back at work.
I stayed up late because anxiety needed lots of Pinterest time and then I got woken up too early. What sleep I did get was excellent, though.
I probably shouldn’t but I really love this
ETA by that I think I mean I shouldn’t like that it happened but I love how you articulated that
…still brain foggy over here
I found a fancy expensive brand of kids backpack in the op shop yesterday for 50c, with a small unstitching of the zip, which I thought explained the low price. When I took it to the till to buy, they were outraged at the low price and refused to sell it for the price on the tag as it was a fancy brand, basically accusing me of switching tags. I walked out but am now annoyed I didn’t fight back a bit. Not my fault you priced it low but surely you have to honor what’s on the tag?
I forgot to put the eggs in the cornbread. Eggless cornbread all baked now…
Also, I could barely sleep last night so obviously my brain decided to go through everything I could have said to the cashier at the time. And everything else I did wrong allllllll week.
I finished an upsetting book a few days ago, and then started reading a less pessimistic one immediately after, hoping maybe I would bypass the worst of the emotional fallout. It seemed to be working, until suddenly this afternoon when I heard something else that upset me and the feelings dam broke. Fuck climate change and fuck the politicians who don’t care and fuck the people who put them there, including my past self.
Sorry this isn’t a tiny complaint. My tiny complaint is that I am crying in the grocery store parking lot and there is no one here to shush me and tell me it will all be okay.
#thankstntfortheupliftingpost
Sending you love.
It’s-20 or colder and my bigger kid is living up to teenaged stereotypes, refusing to dress for the weather. He won’t wear boots, hat, scarf, mitts, long underwear, sweater. He Will, however, complain about the cold.
Ughhhhh strangers causing a ton of stress and lost sleep is the worst!
My cuticles are disintegrating. All of them.
Late night bus service in Portland. The bars are open until 2, why are my only options at 1 a.m. or 3 AM?