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Great article Mamster! Makes me very excited to be moving into a big new kitchen in a few weeks here . . . where packages of pasta and heavy bags of flour will fall onto my head every time I open the doors . . . and there will be 4 bottles of white-wine vinegar but I will purchase another because they are hidden . . . behind the 3 half-eaten boxes of Cheerios that fall out onto my toes . . . and the 5 partially-used containers of cayenne pepper that clink threateningly together . . .

Dude, mine does. I'm serious.

I can't eat this. There's a huge seafood sale at the store down the road, tomorrow only. Grilled shrimp = good. I will keep your ideas in mind, thank you, Jinmyo.

What should I make for dinner tomorow night? No meat. Seafood. Me brain dead. Edit: yes, brain dead. Tomorrow, not tomorow.

I knew I liked you. This is one of the best. Nobody believes me, though. Thank you. I like my chocolate and cheese separate but together, in the form of 2 pots fondue. "Chocolate and Cheese" is also the best Ween record.

When? Honey Bun. Iced Honey Bun. Moon Pie.

I need to have this bibimbap. I read with interest the Chicago-area spots where you can get bibimbap . . . don't care to go all the way to Evanston, and don't want vegetarian bibimbap my first time. Meat! Am in Chicago again this weekend, not doing any work, just going with a friend of mine to enjoy my new (soon-to-be) apartment and eat, eat, eat. Where in Chicago proper can one get a good bibimbap?

Cheese.

I know an entire family that drinks the pickle juice from the jar.

It's from one of those poppers. The smell, I believe, is supposed to induce shitty-car buying frenzy.

. . . . . cheese.

Car lot popcorn is the nasty cold yesterday's popcorn that I shove mindlessly into my mouth at my second job, which is at a car lot.

Thanks Nero, I was wondering to think I was crazy for loving a nice charred rare filet Mignon and a nice cab... Two of my favorite things! Yes, but I can never get the char just as I want it!

Hey, I like emo! No need to get emotional about it. Instant coffee (the kind where you put a spoonful into hot water). Canned mushrooms are scary. Early emo (or "emocore") originated in DC in '84 or '85 as nerissa said. Examples: Jawbreaker, Hot Water Music. Mainly former members of punk bands who felt limited by the constraints of punk music. Guitar-oriented, midtempo. Late 80s "emo": Evergreen, Shotmaker, Ordination of Aaron. Mid-90s "post-emo": the great Sunny Day Real Estate . Nowadays emo is difficult to define. Why anyone would want to try is beyond me. Anyway, that yellow furniture-polish stuff they put inside of jelly doughnuts is scary. Car-lot popcorn.

Emo music. I agree on the Goober. Fake meat. But I do like a filet mignon. I like it a lot. Sorry.

That rocks.

Word. indiagirl, this list of prisoners and their last meals also affected my sister and I quite strongly. We remembered seeing it in Harper's Magazine some time ago. I suppose I would want moules frites, although they'd have fun with me after that due to my strange, late-developing, and severe mussel allergy. But if it was my last meal, who cares? Sad to think that'd be the only way I could ever eat moules frites again.

"Salted Boiling Water" has been on Epicurious.com's "Most Popular Recipe" list for the past hundred billion years.

Another for the microplane. Although my boss insists it is not for cheese, it is for trim carpentry. I received a kitchen torch for Christmas and other than showing it to people and saying "check this out, isn't it cool?" and random drunken orange-skin burning (don't ask) I have not used it. Square eggs sound dope. Where can I get me one of those? On my school kit buy-list there was (among many other strange things whose uses I have not yet determined) a 2 oz. ladle. I got one for Christmas. At first, it just looked funny, but I've used it many times since then. I used it last night, in fact. Will post again when I get the rest of the kit. It should be interesting--what's a piano whip?

Awbrig, stop it! The funny thing is, I thought of this doll as we were sitting on the living room floor (didn't feel like clearing the dining room table) eating the nachos in slient . . . uh . . . appreciation. Sometimes, Awbrig, having one of those dolls around is just what one needs to lighten the mood.

Friday For a male friend with a 2-month-old, stuck at home with "The Little" as he calls her, while his fiancee waitresses at night: Filet mignon, sea salted and just barely heated up in a pan filmed with butter and oil. Bearnaise, the first one I've made that I've been truly happy with. My friend had never had bearnaise before, and he joyously ate all the leftover sauce (cold, clumping out of the pan. It was most disgusting). Oven fries with parsley and garlic. Half a bottle of grody Bordeaux. Saturday, for ex-boyfriend who has romantic memories of my nachos: My nachos. Homemade guac. Homemade salsa. Sour cream. Beer.

Aargh, just when I think I'm over turducken, it pops up again.

Since I stayed up until 5 AM this morning and had no energy, dinner tonight turned out to be: Nachos. Beer. Bits of melon. Me deciding at the last instant not to go out with him. Let's just say that I remembered why I don't like him very much no mo'. Thanks for your help.

Lynne Rossetto Kasper "The Splendid Table."

Yes. Gaspacho with ground glass? Or just gaspacho with shavings of queso blanco? Depends. Ha! Ground glass. Had filet mignon/bearnaise/fries with several male friends tonight, the only advice they could offer me was: "definitely no popsicles. Beer, dude. Dude. No way. Beer." I thought of a chilpachol also, PaulaDR. Aargh, who knows.