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Hi, I’m Kristy, lover of God, family, friends, good books, and yummy food. I’m also on a quest to get in the best shape of my life. As a clean and wholesome/Christian romance author, I spend much of my days sitting at a desk. And we all know that a sedentary lifestyle isn’t conducive to good health. So it’s time to change all that. To start counteracting the side effects of too little activity, hypothyroidism, and gluten intolerance. Yeah, It’s time to get busy because I plan on living to be a happy, healthy, and energetic centenarian. I also plan on writing a lot more books! 🙂
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A Peachy Problem
Dear diced peaches company…
While I realize diced in no way means minced, neither does it mean CHUNKS. Diced is what I do to onions for spaghetti – unless my baby brother might be eating it and then I go with a mince.
The term DICED leads one to believe a fourteen month old with one molar might be able to swallow – I mean eat – them and have her digestive system think she actually chewed them a little.
So I have a suggestion. Your company president should try to eat half a cup of cherry tomatoes (because that’s about how big each piece of peach was), pretending he has eight front teeth and a molar, then let me know how swallowing them whole works out for him.
Maybe after you’ve done that, I can explain to you what diced means. Until then, I guess I will continue to cut the chunks into a dice which, chasing the pieces around on a plate with a fork, kind of reminds me of people trying to catch a greased pig.
The person who will just buy sliced peaches until the kid has a few more teeth because while they might be just as big a pain to dice myself, they’re cheaper than the chunks in individual cups that I have to dice anyway
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