Does anyone remember the tortilla chips they used to make at Big City Produce? They were made on site and of course the best of all time. Every chip was like a salty, French ppastry.
That's an interesting point. I would imagine each species has a unique dental identity. I wonder, if the adaptation that keeps a beaver's mouth from getting all stabbed would demonstrate a convergent evolution to the type of mouth that a bone-crunch…
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I am so addicted to my own stats for tumblr and flickr. It's like a love-hate relationship I have to my Ego. It's funny how the need for approval becomes absolutely quantified in this way.
Great suggestion, MZ!
Of all the Oregon beauty spots, I am most familiar with Mr. Lookout.
I think I trolled all possible last-minute openings for yurts and cabins in the whole state...
So might just take some day trips.
Ideas
- Coastal thriftin…