Here's a carry-over from the September trip to the southwestern U.S.: the stops I made at the In-N-Out Burger joints permitted a gander or two at their wall-mounted super-easy french fry cutters. I decided I had to have one, because (1) I do not like trying to slice these to the right sizes by hand and (2) I'm OCD enough that the sheer beauty of the uniformity of cut fries tickles me innards.
Having an oversupply of storage space has enormous drawbacks, maybe.
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