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This is my first visit in several months to the “regular” content — I’ve confined myself to that portion of the forum which shall not be mentioned. It feels like the foundations have been shaken. Anna was a marvel.

I just saw this. Lord, but I hate to hear it.

I am seriously considering this (eG-friendly Amazon.com link). Filled with recipes I will likely never make, as I do not keep truffles and such on hand. it DOES have a new Bruno short story included. Perhaps I will send a link to my kids.

This one just got Wirecutter's "best" rating in the NYT.

I always knew I was pregnant before I ever missed a period, because I craved milk. Drank it like it was water…a gallon in two days. All three times. with Child A, I wanted biscuits and sliced tomatoes (Not necessarily in combination, just wanted them.) With Child B, I wanted cantaloupe. With Child C, I wanted anything I could get my hands on. but in none of those instances could I go inside where anyone was cooking a hamburger. You could go get one and bring it to me, and I’d scarf it down. But don’t ask me to be inside anywhere with it cooking.

Plus one for the non-lamb-lovers. I'll eat it if it's well spiced (shaslik, gyros), but that's about it. Though I generally keep a package of frozen ground lamb on hand in the event I get a Middle Eastern urge. It's just one of those things I never ate growing up, so I never developed a taste for it. I'm also not crazy about farmed duck, I guess because I grew up eating wild ones.

I did something like that once. Child C called me in a panic, taking Grandchild 2 to the ER for a raging ear infection about 9 p.m. one Friday, would I please meet here there? Of course I would. ER waiting rooms on Friday night are not pleasant places to be. By about 11:30, we had not been seen, Grandchild was asleep on a seat, and we were dying. I looked at Child C and said, "I'm going to get us some coffee." Nowhere to get coffee in the hospital at 11:30 at night. So I bought a couple of Starbucks cold frothy things from a vending machine. We got home about 1:30. I didn't go to sleep until after 4.

God bless my mama, she never made me ear stuff I detested. In all fairness, I generally didn’t like things my father didn’t like, so she didn’t serve them.

Can I come to your house and eat popsicles?

Ain’t my ch better than a ‘mater sandwich. Unless you elevate it by adding bacon.

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When I'm dying for coffee and Starbucks is the only option around, I'll drink a latte with an extra shot. The milk tamps down the bitterness enough to make it drinkable, and hey, it's caffeine. Their chai latte is pretty good. And the ones at airports always have the prepackaged yogurt/fruit/granola cups.

I didn’t count the second 50, but the top 50 was pretty heavy toward South America and the Iberian Peninsula, which I found interesting.

That looks luscious. Got a recipe for the soup?

I guess I’m a dullard where summer squash is concerned. Yellow crookneck squash. Slice it 1/4 inch or so thick. Sauté in olive oil until tender, with onions, seasoned salt and pepper. Cook twice as much as you plan to eat. Take the leftovers, the next day, and combine with 2 eggs, 1/4 cup half and half, a cup of grated cheese, and a sleeve of crushed Ritz crackers. Dump in a baking dish, top with cracker crumbs and more cheese, and bake. Thank me later.