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Susan G

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  1. I recently did this, and there were no hard feeling from the kitchen.

    It was our first anniversary: You're *supposed* to eat the top part of the wedding cake that night. The staff all knew we had returned to the Santa Fe hotel because it had hosted our wedding dinner the year before, and we were to be guests again that night. Not only did we get lovely attention (amuse geules, a wine tasting, free champagne), but our thawed cake (slices) were beautifully plated.

    'Course, we tried to help the situation by telling the staff they were welcome to the rest of the (fabulous!!) cake. I didn't get the sense that anyone's nose was out of joint.

    But I doubt I'd do it for anything else other than wedding cake.

  2. Some sources say that Grade C is Grade B; that they are both marketed under the Grade B label. A google search led me to believe the same thing. Then, I read that Grade C (Commercial Grade) is actually illegal to retail in VT

  3. ..... the cat is still with me, still begging when I' at my cutting board for a taste of whatever I'm (slowly, carefully now) cutting! :biggrin:

    What was the name of that alligator in "Peter Pan"? The one who kept circling Captain Hook, hoping for another taste of him? :biggrin::biggrin:

  4. 1) Mom made me soups: minestrone, pasta e fagiole, beef with barley, Campbells' vegetable beef with alphabets. Jello (any flavor I wanted: Usually black cherry); flat coke for stomach flu. Fruit juice of my choice.

    2) The soups made me feel very comforted. The protein probably helped me get stronger.

    3) I do crave my mother's soups when I get *really* sick...........they made me feel propped up.

    4) I ask my friends what soups they'd like to eat.........french onion soup is an often-requested specialty.

    5) Mom's an uber-WASP: I think the sickbed foods she gave me are a revolt against what she got as a child: Milktoast and saltines.

  5. The only one of these I see as acceptable is looking at eggs, but I don't think anyone would argue that this is a bad thing..

    do you TOUCH THEM!!! DO YOU TOUCH THEM!!?????!

    :laugh:

    I've seen eggs laid in a nest, and all the blood, feathers and feces that accompany *really fresh* eggs. Trust me, the ones in the cartons have been washed thoroughly.

    When I'm paying #3/dozen, I'm NOT buying eggs unseen and unchecked.

  6. Yep my sister and I made her husband toss it by eating sweet shrimp years ago. We kept telling him how good they were :laugh::laugh: He just would not believe us. Something to do with me making him eat Wasabi Tabiko with raw quail egg just before that. :raz:

    You are cruel, cruel people! :shock::raz:

  7. Three weeks ago I went to a new sushi place and asked if they had amaebi (sweet shrimp). I had no idea what it was, but it sounded good, and I'd heard they were in season. Well, I was given a plate with two translucent shrimp - all well and good, though a little gelatinous - and then from the back of the kitchen came the *deep fried heads*. Yup, they were looking at me. I thought, "How am I going to fit the antenae into my mouth?" The sushi chef explained to me that it was the fried heads that made the dish a delicacy.........ain't that always the way?? :biggrin:

    They were delicious!

    I will always cook my shrimp whole from now on.

  8. Monks in the Middle Ages were among the most wealthiest -- and hated -- of all the class groups of that period. While the original concept was for them to live lives of piety and in silence, in reality towards the height of the medieval period, they amassed tremendous amounts of wealth (because busy rich people were paying them to pray so they could get into heaven)

    And let's not forget the tithing, a minimum of 10% of the annual income of the citizen of the towns. And the endowments for expiation of sins. The children of families who weren't eligible to inherent a title often went to monasteries - and brought with them the deeds to land as a "dowry". I believe it was the sort of person who went to the monastery which made them hated: Raised in a life of wealth and (relative) comfort, they were accustomed to viewing themselves as more deserving than most.

    I've read that the abbott of a medieval monastery was akin to a CEO of a large multinational company!

  9. Thanks for sharing yer pain, man. I worked a pizza oven for a couple of years in college, and the arm burns were a badge. Wear 'em proudly.

    Yeah. I got taken much more seriously as a pizza-maker once my forearms had half a dozen blisters/welts/scars apiece from the oven doors. I wear the remnants with pride.

  10. Let's run through the hypotheticals:

    Roach on the wall: No problem

    Roach on the table: Unhappy, but if the food's great, I'm coming back.

    Cooked roach in food: If food's great, I'm removing it and continuing.........I figure, "That's what an immune system is for".

    Unccoked beastie in/under/encased in my food: Now we have a problem! :unsure:

  11. Welcome to the board, g_hanson!

    When I hear someone order "an expresso" I start thinking about this culture's obsession with celerity.

    .......It makes me cringe on the order of hearing someone say nukular.

  12. I hate, with all of my cold little heart, Salt Lake International Airport. I am a frequent flyer on Delta and sadly damn near everything smoking from New Orleans to the Western US connects through Salt Lake. I hate the Salt Lake Airport. No Food. Crummy Drinks governed by their bizarre laws.

    Did I mention that I hate the airport in Salt Lake? Because if I didn't, I should have. The airport in Salt Lake is awful in the most extreme sense of the word.

    LOL :raz: Now see? That's information we NEED!!

    Maybe I should expand this topic to include: What airports do you try to avoid because of dismal food?

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