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My husband and I are heading up to Charlottesville at the end of the month. Any good restaurants in the Main Street area? We'll probably be interested in something for dinner and breakfast.

A month ago, I had just picked up a couple of books: Supper of the Lamb, by Robert Farrar Capon, and Life of Pi, by Yann Martel. I only made it past the first few introductory pages when the semester unabashedly sprang upon me. Now I'm reading every photography book I can lay my hands upon. I'm hoping to have some time to read again someday. Maybe during the summer session? I'm printing my wish list from this most informative thread.

I was wondering if there would be a thread about this, today. To say that Mario appeared skeptical of these two is an understatement. And I don't think that their tender ages justify their flippant and nonchalant attitudes. Even a very limited foray into the world of food should have given them some idea of what this could have been, or done for them. Very sad.

When I lived overseas, I was very fond of Heinekein, and was amazed to discover the restorative properties that Chimay has (can't remember if it was red or blue label), when one is faced with a taxing and terrible cold. Back on this side of the pond, I find I don't like either. They both have an 'off' taste. I'm also a fan of Schneider Weisse, found at a local German restaurant. I'm not a big fan of hearty german fare, so my husband always has a laugh at me as I sit there with my giant German beer, a salad, and a plate of red cabbage. Two good local brews: Legend Ale, from Richmond, and Weeping Radish: Hefe-Weizen or the Fest. As my husband is a contractor, I often find myself hanging out with many other contractors. The house brew? Budweiser.

I was an incredibly picky eater as a child. It is much easier to list what I did eat: -Peanut butter & jelly sandwiches on Roman Meal Wheat Bread, cut diagonally. (My poor grandmother made the mistake of making me a PB&J, one day after school, and cutting it horizontally. I stubbornly refused to touch it, insisting that the cut affected the flavour. Frustrated, she threw it into the kitchen sink, saying, "Then don't eat the damned thing, darling, but you don't get anything else!". We still have a laugh about that to this day. Ah-hem. Back to my list.) -Cheerios, with or without milk. I wasn't that picky. -"Shelley" steaks. They were some sort of frozen, pre-frabicated meat-type 70's product, with the texture of cube steak. I remember being very suspicious of them initially, but became so overtaken with delight at the thought of a steak being named after me, that I ate it without incident. My mom also took me to the doctor, where she was told I would eventually grow out of it and not to worry. I did eventually, but a large portion of my growing has happened in the past 10 years, after being away from home. Discovering well-cooked food has been a miracle. The only things I currently stay away from are organ meats. Just this year, I've had the pleasure of discovering the joy of stinky cheese! And to think that I lived in Holland for 3 years, and wouldn't touch dairy products with a stick. *shakes head wistfully*