maggiethecat

Whassa Car Bomb?

O Happy Day, John! 42,921. Yes, cookbooks show up in the darndest places...under the driver's side passenger seat, for example.

Hanging's too good for them! With yours and tana's...42,918

42,735. Welcome Linda!

42,650, (including the Merchant.)

Whoops! I bought a cookbook today and forgot to add it: Tamsin Day-Lewis's "Art of the Tart." I've been looking at it for awhile, but it seemed a little slim to shell out twenty-five bucks for. Happened into Williams-Sonoma today...(wedding present.) It was on sale for twelve dollars. Worth every cent. 42,636.

Oh dearie me! Bookstores are now temples? 42,635. And Flocko: It warms my heart to see a copy of "Frech Cooking in Ten Minutes" in the hands of fellow eGull.

Well yes, except for guilty pleasures like Janet Evanovich! 42,334. Thanks, minx! I've hit the eight mile point. Hmmm. Maybe I could hit the tapas joint in Naperville.

Whassa BN? Barnes and Noble? Who kicked you out? Welcome, BTW. 42, 097.

So, Babe-like One: I laid in the Alka Seltzer, and I'm firmly grasping the bowl. Where's Day Two?

Welcome, marrowbone. We keep them because, well, you never can tell! That's 42, 090.

Thank, John W. That's 41, 806. Oh, so close to eight miles!

I can't wait for the hayride. Oh good, Mags. Now you've gone and done it. Matthew's so dreamy!

The wisdom of the Elders.

I keep telling you peeps: Seagrams. Six ounces, six ice cubes, 2 oz. tonic water. Now.

Three ounces Scotch, three ice cubes, splash of soda. I want one now.

A babe in every sense of the word . And guajolote's is not the only opinion here:

I'm just a girl who can't say no: My votes are: September 19-21 : YES September 26-28 : YES October 3-5 : YES October 17-19 : YES

G., you shoulda seen it coming, your sig line and all... Matthew's been known to exile folks for dress code violations. So Matthew il Magnifico: Lay it down.

No, Dean, You Gotta Dictate, Big Guy. Post them dates.

Join a long, long line of idolators.

Spound. (Sounds like a really pretty plate, Archie.)

Respectfully disagree. Our Stalwart Nero is eating all that bakery in the interests of science, and it must be duly noted. But, Dude! Mountain Dew? And as if you don't know by now...you rock! (Oh, to be the age of twenty-three again, with the cast-iron tummy and limitless capacity for All Things Alcoholic that went along with it.)

Dear Soba: I nominate John Lanchester 's "A Debt to Pleasure." Stunning technique, brilliant thriller, creepy, and ---good recipes! Anything Lanchester writes is stunning carft. (See "Mr. Blue ") "A Debt to Pleasure" is the ultimate (maybe even a smart beach read) brain teaser for foodies who like elegant writing. As they say: Most highly recommended.

This is true, not Midwestern aren't-we-so-darn-swell posturing. And truthfully, come to think of it, I haven't seen such a charming bunch of kiddies (and parents, spouses and SOs) in a long time. The September date is, as far as I can see, open for me. And think of this, Event Planners: We could do a joint (well...you know what I mean) birthday party for guajolote and Nero, two of the hardiest partiers, and coolest people around. I can work with any date except the 11th, because I intend to make my first real foray south of the Mason-Dixon line. Varmint: I don't have a yellow polo shirt. Is pig ever picked by women in LBDs?