Digging through our change for laundry quarters, I noticed a quarter that had been pretty significantly nicked. I set it aside as being unlikely to be acceptable to the washers.
I read that some coinage is now worth more as metal than for the face value.
I have tasted the hops and I would not use it in bread.
As a tea it is embittering.
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: The Sword of Desirable Mindfulness.
