tommy

not guilty. but then again, i'm just great.

You don't know me well enough to call me "sweetie", so keep the endearments to yourself. Since we're being honest and frank with each other, let me say that you couldn't have possibly been more patronizing ("re-read Evangeline") or condescending ("gumbo is a Cajun dish"), but somehow, calling me "sweetie" tops all that. Anyway, whatever. SA no no, it's: what-eveeeeerrrrrr. and, are you surprised?

what's the option? if someone came to my door after dinner and took my leftovers, i'd gladly hand them over (and take the tax-deduction). 99% of the time, my refrigerator is simply a staging area for the garbage. terribly inefficient if you ask me, so i try to throw the leftovers out straight away. would i like lower prices and smaller portions? sure. is there much i can do about that? no. do i feel some sort of guilt or have any moral dilemma with throwing away food becaus someone somewhere is hungry? no. that would be a terrible waste of emotion. edit: "what's the option" addresses the question of "after you decide that you don't want that broccoli done another way." although, i am pretty much opposed to eating leftovers, unless it's pizza or something to snack on. after a long hard day on egullet, i usually want to get a nice, fresh meal. one with different flavors than the one i had the night before. ok, ok, so i'm a bad person. shoot me.

you brown and drain the ground meat. i was going to grind my own, as i have been doing lately, but didn't have the time. the stuff in the can is basically tomato puree/paste, sugar, garlic power, onion powder, green and red bell peppers, salt, like dat. i tried to find Manwich on the Hunt's site, but they must be hiding it pretty well.

most of the nice houses that i've been in, those more than a million let's say, that have the nicest kitchens like what you describe, it's clear that there isn't a lot of cooking going on. it burns me up. rachel, you had better be cooking your ass off when this thing is done. hell, i'd probably *sleep* in the freakin thing the first week.

i love your double sink. you got one of them there garbage disposal things?

was jim prager there? we spent about an hour with the guy. he's pretty cool. great job if you ask me. ediot: the man's name is jim, not john.

arun is nothing like sripriprahaihahiha. i found it very americanized. nice little rabbits made from carrots on the plates though.

again, i'd suggest the brass rail, right on washington at 2nd street.

just a personal rec: "romantic" places on a first date usually suck. this isn't the 50's ya know.

i just looked up Maid-Rites and the first website said "You had to be a teenager in the 1950's in Iowa or Illinois to know about these." i don't recall ever being in Iowa or Illinois, and if i was, it certainly wasn't in the 50's! very sloppy-joe like. i might try it actually.

whereja get it?

jinny, it was a 5 napkin meal. oh she do slop. staw optional. stick not included.

am i the only one offended by the term "yankee?" the egg noodles are *the* most important part. egg noodles are a terribly underused and underrated noodle. and one of my favorites.

well, for those who couldn't, i did it for you. i saw the "not-so-sloppy" brand, but decided to stick with hunt's manwhich. oh boy, was it good. wilfrid will be pleased to know that i served it with a cold "newkie brown", which he no doubt "enjoyed as a teenager," but has since "grown out of." also, baked beans, because there is just nothing wrong with beans. no fat, few calories, and lots of flavor. and 2 pickles, because i love acidic stuff. i love acidic wine, lots of vinegar on sandwiches, and yes, pickles. the next time i will try two brands side-by-side to compare.

am i the only one who is going to have a sloppy joe (or 2) for dinner tonite?

you're a parent now, right? do you *really* think you were getting over? i remember me and a couple of other morons used to bring a big plastic cup of beer into calc class every morning during our summer session. we thought it was clever and that no one would be on to us...until one day the professor, out of nowhere, blurted out "mr. tommy, if you'd get your face out of that cup of beer you might actually start to understand this stuff." so much for being clever.

brass rail upstairs is nice. downstairs is more lively. the food is good for hoboken. i second la scala. great homemade pasta. amanda's is the most upscale restaurant in town. it's also a bit stuffy. if you are actually going to eat, i'd skip oddfellows and shitty bistro (although some will argue with me on that.) zafra is a pretty good and interesting place down on 3rd and willow or so. in fact, i'd suggest that out of anything. latino-influenced.

it can be done in a subtle fashion. i find myself doing this out of habit with just about every liquid that i put in my mouth.

well, after years of storing the old gear, this weekend i was finally forced to check it when the wife made me clean up the basement. so, all y'all will just have to send me a bottle of anything you brew from now on. regards, tommy

not to speak for others, but i think it was suggested that a slow *wide* stream down the side of the decanter (presumably the *in*side) would provide maximum surface area. this is essentially what swirling does.

allow me: gourmet and its ilk are generally big-city-centric. hell, they're NYC-centric for the most part. people know what they're getting when the read the cover and buy the thing. if they don't, well then they're stupid and the publisher deserves to take their money.

i always liked "thailand: the beautiful cookbook." yeah yeah, it's a coffe table book, but the recipes and information seem spot on.

i don't know about that.

it's a long and boring story rosie. you see, not too long ago, i signed all of my avatar duties over to fellow egulleter, and often welcomer , big bear. since then, big bear has been having his way with my avatar. today i celebrated my 5000th post (no filler) on egullet. big bear, i suppose, sees this as a way of making a fool of me.