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Extra hints: #133: The dogfood is stirred into sauteed onions and peppers and served to a grumpy, curmudgeonly man. It's revenge, the collusion of his wife and children, after he refused the lovely dinner his wife had prepared. 140: Not only garbage goes into the dumpster.

Faaaarrrewellll, A-MAN-da!! Adios. . . Right you are. Those were the days.

A couple cooking a late dinner of lamb curry and tea, interrupted by a neighbor.

Formula 51 ← Could be, and I'd give you credit, but it was a second clue for Movie #137, The Godfather, which has been solved. It was sent to signify that Luca Brazzi slept with the fishes. ← Well, technically (anally ) the two fish were wrappped in Brazzis woefully inadequate bullet-proof vest which was then wrapped in plain, brown paper. ← I bow to your correction---that movie made quite an impression on me---went to see it in Denver as a first-run, and don't think I've seen the whole thing since. Did you rewind and look to see the wrappings, or do you have such a perfect memory? Wow. Apologies. I grovel. I cringe. Carry on.

Formula 51 ← Could be, and I'd give you credit, but it was a second clue for Movie #137, The Godfather, which has been solved. It was sent to signify that Luca Brazzi slept with the fishes.

An echo from far away, from pictures and descriptions LAST Spring---it is THE perfect first-hint-of-Spring meal. We've always had lots of green asparagus during the season, but the white just seems a voluptuous siren-call, the long pale tenderness creamy in the mouth, and the richness of the melted butter, with the nearly-gold, orange-centered egg halves lying waiting. The little pink curls of ham are lagniappe, salt to the sweetness and asparagus-bitter mouthfuls. The whiteness of the potato, both colour and flavour, is a moment's rest from the sensory overload of asparagus, butter, softly-gelled egg yolk. It's a pillow of a meal, all sumptuous textures and tastes, with a crunch of salt to the teeth and a runnel of buttermelt painting the plate. Fat round shocks of the tall white stems with their tight-furled fist-tops have stood in the icy pan in our favourite grocery for days now, but only when the windows are all open, the sheers billowing in the soft breezes, will I buy, and steam, and savour. Chufi is a true Goblin Market Elf.

Sorry---I must have been typing whilst you were posting---didn't mean to step on your toes AFTER you posted this. Yes. Ours is decidedly odd, all of us. Late night TV---I once won a poetry contest about a lonely woman. They said the deciding line was, "And closets full of midnight-ordered junk from Ron Popeil."

Hamburgers are coming to mind. ← And perhaps chips and Doritos and brownies and Cheerios right out of the box, all eaten at midnight and unremembered in the light of day? Is that the appropriate hash? Or are you referring to the Hash House guys, and is it true that they wear their togas sans culottes as a Scotsman wears his kilt?

A hearty WELCOME and please cook!!! And photograph.

Don't know about the ahi and toothpaste, but a clip from Little Miss Sunshine showed a VERY decorative stack of pancakes---is that the one you mean?

Nope, we re-wound and listened twice. To keep this on a food subject: Are you of the po-tah-to persuasion?

Awwww!! Withnail Strutting and fretting, indeed. PS---don't know the others, but I heard someone mention the Kalamari desert on TV recently.

Wow, Nishla, you returned with a flourish!! The apple slices are little works of art---the whole picture belongs in a frame. And the "long peppers, ground-up"---what are they? It looks like a scatter of ground peppercorns, but were they raw and green? The Ziti would grace any long, sunny Sunday table under the grape arbor, with wine in little tumblers, two dozen mismatched chairs, and a big, laughing family gathered round. And the noodle dish---hot or cold?

I MISSED IT!!! Is it ALWAYS Ides-Eve? Mine woulda been a creamy-dream of a lemon icebox pie, with pale yellow double filling piled high into a Nilla wafer/macadamia crust, and a meringue swirled into ALL the Greek letters, special emphasis on the Omega and Omicron. A quick shusssh from my new so-big-I-have-to-use-both-hands kitchen torch, and the handwriting's on the plate. rachel (who finds herself muttering Avogadro's number when navigating heavy traffic)

I'm so glad you and Moe were not harmed---the mingy little weasel must have run for his life. Poo on all sneaky, craven snaglets who take other people's stuff. He doesn't deserve the courtesy of an ampersand.

Clue: A peanut butter sandwich, rationed into halves in an attic, and gobbled as a storm rages outside the flapping window.

Yes, it is. And you caught me---there WAS an extra key.

I'm guessing this is "The Godfather". ← And Luca Brazzi sleeps with the fishes. You're a HAAARRRRD Master, Cap'n Toliver!!! THE CAINE MUTINY, for Heaven's sake!!! I Quantum Leap in places I should take baby steps.

One for the Martini Girl!!! Good catch---Pleasantville was guessed earlier, with Joan Allen making the treats, but she was a teenager in PSGM, and probably partook of them. Just a little side bit of coincidence.

I think we're all in love with hzrt8w's ma po tofu. Even though we just had a lovely roast chicken, baked potatoes, and a lively green salad, I'd love to be smelling that garlicky, gingery sauce simmering right now. Everyone who's made it by his recipe, raise your hand.

MORE CLUES: 133. Seafood, a shrimp boat, a fancy dinner party with a cliffhanger for after-dinner entertainment. 134. Joan Allen didn't cook the Rice Krispie Treats. 137. Newspaper-wrapped fish.

A gallon of frozen strawberries was probably the original amount before Capt. Queeg went searching for that elusive last quart. CLICK CLICK CLICK

Just one last "Hurrah!" for the lovely week you shared with us. It's been wonderful, and I've learned a LOT. Thank you for the great excursions, the home glimpses, and the charming pictures of your family and activities. Best to you and all your guys.

A last supper of veal and some almost-fatal oranges.

Lovely, Canyon Girl. Never tasted one. Gonna now.