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Our Jinmyo Has Spoken, and that's one of the reasons she is such an eGullet treasure. What a good idea! Now, of course, I'll be seeking out red bananas! I want to make this. Yes, the eGullet Moment. It happens to me all the time, whether it's buying wine (Help! What did Craig or Lady T. say?) thinking about Real Food (Help! What did Jaymes say?) looking at some tortillas (Help! What did guajolote say?) checking out Teflon (Help! What did Dave say?) smoking Large Pieces of Meat (Help! What did Klinck say?) looking at Kimchee (Jinmyo says it's my Personal Savior!) And I haven't even started here . Larb, for example. Thanks, Guys. It's like having a chorus at my ear every time I think about food,

Your kids will be just fine. I grew up in Canada, fork firmly in left hand. I retrained my Amereican husband in very little time, and my American daughter has always eaten this way. We've been call weird for many other things, but never for our table manners.

And, annieb, welcome to eGullet! Please feel free to join us Chicago eGulls on any or all of our outings and innings; we'd love to meet you. Do you remember the name of the restaurant?

Please add it with or without more specific directions. Yes, please! Any and all guajolote recipes wanted.

I'm easy. As it were.

Post them in the "Literary Smackdown Entries Forum." Each new contest gets its own thread. Darkness and storminess happening here!

You're on. Tuesday would be tough (B'day) but I'm completely happy to go with the majority.

Thanks for noticing, Paul; that's what I was hoping when I chose it. (So enter the competition! )

As well you should! We used the last of the smoked brisket last night, sur un hamburger bun. It was heaven; I wished that I hadn't been snicking bits off the brisket all week so that I sould have had more. Tossed green...romaine, aragula, yellow peppers, plain ole house vinaigrette. A Stella and a Pils Urquell.

Thanks, Matthew. BTW, it's only five hours from Ann Arbor to my garden. Pick up a couple of bottles and get over here!

Dave: Milles mercis for the wine recs. Um, are crawfish indespensible? We've got chicken and sausage happening right now, and I'm going to buy some shrimp. Here's an idea: Jump a plane and attend;the dogs at the airport aren't trained to sniff for crawfish. Fresser could swing the slick PT Cruiser past O'Hare, and you and Nerissa could talk Southern cuisine on the way over. Neat segue to Fresser and his beverage. Hey, Steve! , our teetotalling diabetic designated driver: What should I lay in for you?

Please do! Really. Threads like these are really instructional and fun. And, of course, the thread originator has all the mess and stress. We get to read along, look at the pretty pictures and chip in our two cents worth.

Nero: Kick back on the porch. Pop a PBR. Listen to Jinmyo and Zilla. You will be fine, just fine. Your eGull buddies are pulling for you. Have another PBR.

To recap: Transportation: We will meet trains, email directions, or trust you to get with Fresser and his slick GT Cruiser. I do not, repeat do not live in Iowa. Guest list so far: Fresser Aurora plus 2 Lady T. guajolote and Iris are a definite possible Nerissa...just come, kiddo. Read a train schedule or talk to Fressser. Inventolux...bring the Lady and the kids Elizabeth? Mike? Ryne...c'mon. Anyone else...just let us know. We will: Provide House Cocktails(Sazeracs and G&Ts) Sprite or Seven Up for the Boyz. Gumbo Plain 'ole rice Lane Cake (Appropriately over the top Southern).and some cookies and bars And one hoover doover Many of you Fine Folk have commited to sides. Bring 'em on!(And please! remind me what they are!) Grab a six pack or a bottle of wine on your way out the door. And just show. Any new guests are truly welcome!

What? I strike you as the type of person who'd piss in a catbox? The funny thing is, my roommate . . . ach, never mind. My point: You'd do this because you're a Nice Person. Carry on.

Fortunately, I was not eating, drinking or smoking when I read this...and had just emptied my bladder. Nero, I miss you, Babe. (For those of you unfortunate enough not to have met Nero: It's even funnier if you do know her. Because it's what she'd do!) On Topic: When the fridge gets bad---and it does, because we're daily, not weekly shoppers---we will exert iron discipline. We have to cook everything we see there before we buy New Food. Leads to some very creative meal-planning.

My wish for all the animals I eat is that they've had happy lives and painless deaths. (...actually, I suppose that applies to animals I don't cook too! Like people!) But I admit that I don't worry too much about this when, say, pork chops are on sale. And Paul, I agree with you about the elitist, hippydippy vibe of Whole Paycheck. Makes me nuts! As a matter of fact, I'll drop in for a smoothie, walk and gawk, pick up a jar of Burt's Bees Jasmine Decollete Cream, and try to avoid seeing the New Age mags. Then walk out. Yes, for financial reasons, it's a good thing I live far, far, from F&O. Oh...On Topic: Leftover "Zuni" Mock porchetta, pulled, in cue sauce, served om a bun squished in the panini grill. Salade Russe. White Plonk.

I rooted around behind the lemonade and found three Beer Ghosts of Parties Past: 1)Cugino 2)Stella Artois 3) Pilsner Urquell...this last being, IMHO, the only really good one on the list. But they'll all get drunk eventually.

Yes, Bond Girl...lots of pictures. And check out cheap day-of-flight fares. Fresser could pick you up at O'Hare, you could bunk here overnight, and be back in NYC for dinner on Sunday.

I have told this story to everyone I've talked to in the last three weeks, especially my, er, colorist, Jen. (Foodie genius hair coloring Babe.) Iris was so serious and non-judgemental...she was giving a measured opinion here. Also, her Mummy makes great Rice Krispy Squares. When my daughter threw a dinner party in her junior year at college, and we got deep into Boeuf Bourgignon, I knew I hadn't failed as a parent. It was a really moving mother and daughter phone call. At least, it was for the Mother!

Tom Collinses? What do you think, Dawn? They'd sleep tighter than two little ticks on the way home. I want a Tom Collins Right Now!

Yes, please Fress! We're still replacing the divots made by your four inch stilettos. (Talk w/Nerissa, OK?)

Why, O Goddess? A lemon-lime sparkly beverage for the Beautiful Baity Boys, right?

Place: Warrenville, Illinois....25 minutes west on 88. Time: Late afternoon...Fourish Nerissa...we can meet a train, no problem. Or, as things develop, I'm sure an eGull with wheels would be happy to give your lovely self a lift. Oh Fresser, where art thou?

We will have way too much gumbo for two people. Or even eight people. So: Why not help us out, sit in the garden, count the fireflies and talk about roux? Of course, red beans and rice, hush puppies and strong mixed drinks are included. We'll post maps, directions, etc. This is very last minute casual. If you feel like toting a six pack or making potato salad, coleslaw or chess pie, (or just showing up hungry,) please come. Children welcome. Newbies welcome. This will be very, very, casual. Saturday, June, 28th. If you don't have a wedding, graduation, shower or other June commitment planned, come on over. Late afternoon? Fourish. (And sleepover opportunities exist for city folk)