Suzy

I love how so many say those who haggle are the ones driving expensive cars. As, I look in my driveway, there's a 1990 pickup truck with 300k miles on it. And, I'm one of the few who admitted that haggling at the farmer's market was the norm. I won't pay too much for anything. If the price isn't right, we do without.

Haggling is fairly normal locally, and if I didn't I'd be paying a lot more than I should for produce. But, I also live in a rural area with a lot of farms and low wages.

I love them and if I came across them locally, I'd even purchase a set for my home. As long as they table setting goes with it, keep them.

20/20 information is listed here. I don't use Teflon coated pans, as I hate the way they cook.

If only we had fall. It's 85 degrees today, with very high humidity in small town Virginia. Halloween night was 70+ degrees, no kids had coats on, even. I'm really wishing for real fall weather.

"dumplings... arghhhhhhhhhh" tongue wagging out.

Ah, I'm so hungry but I have a stomach bug and can not eat right now. I'm really enjoying your food blog :)

You could just pack the books and send them to me :)

Jager's like a strong black licorice. I love it. I drank my first glass of Jager not long after my 21st birthday and it's been one of my favorites ever since.

My Grandma used to make duck's blood soup. I can't remember the proper Polish word for it, as Grandma has been gone a long time. It was the most disgusting smell on the planet, but her and Grandpa used to love it.

My mother is not a cook at all. We grew up with very basic, bland meals. Hot dogs, spaghetti, hamburgers, overdone chicken, mac and cheese from a box. The three spices she has in her kitchen are salt, pepper, and garlic powder. Everything comes from a box or a can, maybe a steak baked for a while after it's been marinated is some overly sweet storebought marinade. Yet, her Mom is a fabulous cook. She can and does cook anything you can imagine and it's always fantastic. I've learned a lot from watching her and from my mother-in-law, who, again is an amazing cook. The few times I ever cooked when younger for the family, I would try to expand our horizons and be shot down over it. I was told how horrible of a cook I was. Of course, it was because I didn't cook like Mom. It wasn't until I moved in with my husband and started cooking for us, that I realized I'm a pretty damn good cook and that there is a vast world of food beyond what Mom made.

Eww, back to the breasts after tommy's last post I'm extremely large breasted and I'm always wearing food. There is no way a dropped piece of food could get past them. I do not wear white when we're going out to eat, as I will wear the food in spectacular ways, should I tempt fate. The worst spill was at our wedding rehearsal dinner. I was wearing a cream colored sweater which was tight across my chest, we were eating something with a sauce and bam right on my chest, in front of 40 people. I wiped it up and moved my scarf so it was covering the spot. What can you do? I did not spill on my dress the next day, though. I ate very little and was extremely careful as I did not want food on my wedding dress.

From my interaction with Alton, (small ones on a discussion forum) he seemed like a nice guy. My favorites: Alton Julia Two Fat Ladies I can't stand Emeril or Bobby Flay and (don't shoot me for this) don't particularly like Mario Batali. His attitude annoys me, I don't care what he knows about food.

That's one of the scariest damn sounds, too. A great big boom from the kitchen.

Anything with massive amounts of garlic. I love garlic to a scary extreme and my husband only likes it in small amounts. When he's gone, I'm all about the garlic.