I think a sign of adulting is being able to buy the BIG bag of beef jerky without flinching at the cost. I'm cheap, on most things. Don't care about brand names on clothes or shoes. Designer labels have never meant anything to me.
But, mustard? Has to be French's or better. Gulden's when it's Dijon (generic dijon mustard is always too vinegary or too spicy or too coarse).
Lunch meat. Armour, Buddig and Land O Frost are HORRIBLE. Guarantee you that in a blind test taste, 90% of people couldn't tell any slice of Buddig meat apart from any other. Once you get your own fresh meat sliced at the deli, you'll never go back to Oscar Mayer.
What are some things that you absolutely refuse to compromise on, to save a buck?
But, mustard? Has to be French's or better. Gulden's when it's Dijon (generic dijon mustard is always too vinegary or too spicy or too coarse).
Lunch meat. Armour, Buddig and Land O Frost are HORRIBLE. Guarantee you that in a blind test taste, 90% of people couldn't tell any slice of Buddig meat apart from any other. Once you get your own fresh meat sliced at the deli, you'll never go back to Oscar Mayer.
What are some things that you absolutely refuse to compromise on, to save a buck?
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