Feeling a bit peckish this afternoon so popped into a pub for some potato wedges. And, crikey, it's the kind of sour cream you cut with a knife. "Skim" isn't a word associated with dairy here it seems. A glass of "Mt. Difficulty Roaring Meg" pinot noir (central Otago region) helped. Good thing I had walked about 8 miles already.
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man do those potato wedges look good and the sour cream might even beat the PJ O'Briens...yes?
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