Mabelline

Marlena, I forgot all about telling you how much respect I have for your no-nonsense decision to do for your folks rather than do an invite to a truffle festival. Both your heart and your head were in the right place. Truly admirable.

Marlena, Hello! Your food is absolutely fabulous! Imam biyaldi: the imam fainted, one of my first excursions in things Med. along with ful mesdames. Love them! Are you nominated at Barcelona? If so many prayers and wishes go to you. Besides, the Basset Caucus is siding for you! Now you've got me wishing the eggplants would shape up and quit looking like used kitchen sponges.I love your blog!

I've got a crazy solution; one of youall across the water who's a writer go interview him for eGullet. Then we can get to the true brass tacks of the hue and cry, and he can be given more of a chance to illumine us, hmm? The only thing I take exception to, truly, was the statement of the ribsteak being the refuge of a cheap restaurant. Tell that to Ruth's Chris, Del Frisco, Peter Luger, etc.

Oh yeah, buffets as a kid were a Wonderland to me, being brought up almost exclusively on home cooking. I went wacko for Anything that was different; the stranger the better. I feel as though a successful buffet with friends and/or relatives is one of life's great pleasures. It is nice to the major food provider/cook, because after it's up, you get to relax. Marlena, I'd just about bet you scandalized your little group with your first aid kit I can hear them back at the rooms. Oh my, did you see that? And I thought she was such a nice girl! Bless her heart!

I can understand the dilemma of the theatres, but really by having such ungodly prices for the refreshments is kinda killing a goose that lays your golden eggs. Their beef--sorry-- ought to be with the studios, and actors making so damn much in relation to the whole thing. Because if the theatres stood up and closed on one weekend, I bet that would jerk a knot in the tails of all those folks who innundate us every Monday with the box office receipts ad nauseum. I can hear it now: last weekend there were no big winners at the box office. But the Ice Capades and Rockettes were slammin'!!

Perhaps the reason R.W. went so far out about the uniforms, is on account of that's how Pat Sharpe started her paean to a #4 restaurant, to wit: "The guy prowling the dining room of Terra Bosco's in a chef's jacket with a rolled bandana around his head is owner Richard White, and judging by the smears of red sauce on his jacket, it's not for show." So it seems to me that R.W. might have accentuated that aspect in order to point out how her article had started.Don' know. But it made sense to me...

No that's a stop watch, not a coin. Edit to add, fifi, 3 days to West Texas and back to Austin sounds like a bar bounce to me.

You are right, Richard, and it does smack weird, maybe that's what is prompting our hen peckin' session. It just ain't right somewhere, almost like eating the same things in two different restaurants. And R.W. did give them more than a fair chance, to me.

I say make that puppy sorry he hurt you. Eat as you like, and as soon as you feel better, go join a gym, and everytime you are fossilizing in the house, go to the gym, and walk around the track if nothing else. It did work for me; I relocated less than a 10 minute walk from the gym. Everytime I was moping around, I walked over and did a round on the machines, then walked the track till I felt tired. Kept me from shooting somebody---no, not me.

Best W.C. Fields imitation: Ah, Yessss, a veritable smorgasbord......

We won't be speculating no further, will we? I say let's start a write-in campaign to get R.W. that job. I hear they pay good.

Well, fifi, she did admit the staff at the hotels knew her by name. Hmmm, mebbe she was wringing that expense account pretty dry. Then she woke up one day, looked at her palm pilot, and found out,eek, deadline for the ten best is due tomorrow. So what the hey, those p.r.s sounded real good....This is all speculation, of course.... Edit to add: Go ahead, John, nobody'll bite you.

Yep, my daddy told us to buy the best boots, hat, and saddle you could afford, then the rest would take care of itself. And you know, it always did. Bravo for the goody run!!

Yeah, and why'd it take her 3 days to go from Austin to West Texas, eat, and come back? And then decide it wasn't worth writing up? Then she picks a top 10 by their publicity releases...

Make some roasted cauliflower with some other raw veggies with the dips and watch those little ladies go bananas!

You ain't seen nothin' yet. Yesterday we discussed in depth, mind you, the viability of milking them!!

Theabroma, that's great---I've been messing with the comal idea, and although I've got my gram's big ol' molcajete, there are some things I don't do with it because I don't want to mess the seasoning of it's surface up. Absolutely about the mulattos esp., I haven't gotten a good one up here. And the tortilla press is decided on, too. The molinillo, too. And the cool pinata. FIL has a double cab dually, so I'm only worried about them carrying too many things; I will keep on refining this. THANK YOU to everyone for helping me !! It is sure appreciated.Barkeep, shots all around!!

Oddly reminiscent of the Kinky Friedman song "Get Your Bisquits In the Oven and Your Buns In the Bed".... Who by the way, is running for governor of Texas on a platform of WHY THE HELL NOT?

Did anybody else watch the Badger Lord of the Rings...and as an aside, how many knew all the words of Immigrant Song? I am quite partial to the Viking Kittens.

Thanks, Jaymes. I got on their list.

Aww, I am getting a sore stomach from all this laughing.

Or Shirley Corriher. Robin would be smarmily perfect!

Marlena, do you know what you are planning for tonight? Youall shop everyday,no? Or do you have American sized cold storage? I would love to walk to the markets everyday and shop at leisure. How good is that?

Mayhaw Man, I realize this ain't a gnat on an elephant's butt, but I am proud of them nonetheless. Mardi Gras Montana is having it's third annual party on Fat Tuesday, and the proceeds go to my beloved Food Bank. Out of 700 tickets @ 50.00, 550 were bought two days ago. The doctor won't let me go, though...boo. But we have got a new Louisiane restaurant in town, called Creole, and this owner is serious. He flys N.O. bread up here. Haven't gotten to go it yet, either. When my white cells get pumped up, all the good restaurants better watch out. And as a peacepipe gesture, I'll even eat a piece of pickled ok....ra.

Ummmmm...the camera lens cover was on......