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I'm not sure how Kosher certification is affected by the lifestyle of an animal, but I know that the beast must be killed in a humane fashion to be certified.

judiu try real maple syrup... back to the answer to the question - b,c and d ← I have, and I love it. Hmmmm, maybe a sausage patty on a Krispy Kreme?

Oh. My. Gawd. I'd TOTALLY forgotten about the pudding cakes! I think there was even a mix that was sold, probably by A&P. Recipes, PLEASE!

I'll go with A, but then I'm the one that eats raspberry preserves with my breakfast sausages!

<snip> i know - the price of fish is INSANE! Admittedly it's for three of us (my hubby will be eating too) but there was no way i was going to pay that. I did a very, very bad thing too... she wrapped up the fish for me. I saw the price... panicked and hid it in the dairy section case near the yogurts. I will go to hell, won't I? </snip> As a former supermarket employee, I can wholeheartedly say "NO!" to your post-demise destination! You only get sent to hell for stashing the hunk of ocean-going protein behind the fullest row of tins in the veg aisle and letting it stay there until every one who walks past looks to see what died!

I grew up on Long Island in New York state. The desert memories go like this: deep dish peach pie, grape pie, apple pie made with honey rather than sugar, chocolate ice cream with a little of my mother's black coffee poured over, raspberry whip (which involved pureed raspberries, egg whites and something else) strawberries and cream, and, of course, Jello. Almost forgot, My T Fine cooked chocolate pudding with nuts, tapioca pudding served with a dollop of nice tart HOMEMADE jelly, and anything from the Seaford Bakery Edited 'cause I almost forgot.

First, let me say this: I am not allergic to bell peppers, but I am exceedingly sensitve to them raw or cooked if the skin is left on. A 1" by 1" square will still be giving me gas for a good five days or more. So, not wanting to go thru a whole song and dance about my guts; I say I'm allergic to them. They give me a bad reaction, only not one defined as an "allergic" reaction.

Chunks of fruit in a slightly tart, minty marinade (tart so the fruit doesn't discolor); apples, bananas, papaya and maybe mango.

<snip> In case anyone is interested, a printable version of this blog is more than 250 pages long . I thought I'd print it out for a friend, but on second thought ................. </snip> You can, however e-mail it to your friend. Go to page 1, and in the gray bar at the top of the page before Megan's first post, you'll see the prompt "e-mail this thread". Just clickety and go from there!

Megan, Cute Feet! ← ← What, no toe cleavage? I was also hoping for a picture or two from Lobel's. ← Fresser, I'm here to tell ya, Manhatten is COLD this time of year!

OK, I'm from Broward county, next north of Miami-Dade (which I avoid like the plague) and it's been a looooong time, but there was a great little hole-in-the-wall place around the corner from the station where the Tri-rail ends and the Metrorail begins. Made the BEST media noche I've tasted in ages! (A media noche is a Cuban sandwich on a slightly sweet eggy long roll.) Almost made the trip worthwhile.

Isn't that called keeping Kosher?

OK, Megan, when you can start to sense smells again, you're in the homestretch! Glad you're feeling better. I sure wish I could be in NYC with you; I grew up on the edges of the city (Long Island and Northern New Jersey) so I made the city my "playground" where I went to concerts, bars (it used to be the age was 18, back then, and I'd ALWAYS looked older than I was ...) various be-ins and assorted doings, etc. I haven't been back in many years, an am certainly enjoying this new view of my city. Thanks for the tour!

My God, I read this and look into my kitchen and see the EXACT same thing, and I don't drink tea, ever! I think I can trace the habit back to my grandmother, who had a coal stove, as well as a gas stove in her "farmhouse" kitchen. The tea kettle was kept on the coal stove at all times to provide hot water at a moments' notice. ( A coal stove functions rather like an Aga, for any of you that don't know.) When I moved in to my little furnished condo, the kettle was on the stove (on a back burner, turned off) and it just seemed to be "right". Goofy, isn't it?

Hmmm, April, huh? I feel a birthday coming on!

When I was a kid, there was a candy store about two doors down from our "usual" theatre with real hand dipped chocolates and other goodies. I'd buy their stuff every time! Tasted better, was fresher and the woman who worked there really liked me, so MY quarter pound was closer to six ounces than four!

Fresh ground black pepper. From my grandmother on down, there has never been a can of pepper in any of our homes. Even when I was living in a van (looooong story) I had a pepper mill.

And those sizes? Almost like Starbucks .. the smallest is swimming pool sized and the largest is football field sized ... Oh, you want butter on that? and a small dump truck arrives to pour the melted butter on top ... and the prices? should a box of jujubes really require a small bank loan?? ← Oh, if only it WERE real butter!

Oh. MY. GAWD! Too cool.

Ok, what's the difference between a china cap, a chinoise and a tamis? I know they're all fine sieves, but that's all.

Whew! That's a lot of quote; sorry! I was wondering if the maple syrup didn't make the cran-rasp juice taste terribly acid? I know that as a kid, when I drank milk with waffles in syrup, the milk would always taste sour compared to the syrup. That's why I always had to have a dribble of coffee in the milk... Congratulations, by the way! Has "terrible tummy" been a problem for you? Sure hope not!

You guys are AMAZING! A great blog, wonderful food and under all that stress! My hat's off to all y'all!

Oh CRAP, you just reminded me of the pot with about an inch of leftover beans sitting on the back of the counter that I forgot about....last week...... ← Errr, you might just want to pitch pot and all!

Does anyone besides me remember a Dick Van Dyke movie from YEARS ago about a whole town that was challenged to quit smoking? If they suceeded they got like a million dollars from some corporate entity. I just remember that one of the "remedies" suggested was to make love whenever you wanted a cigarette, and I keep flashing on the scene of D.V.D. and (female lead) coming down the stairs (from what you're supposed to assume is the bedroom), getting half-way down, stopping, turning around, and heading back up again. I guess the idea of having a cigarette after sex doesn't work anymore. Cracks me up every time I think about it!