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How do you serve gumbo at your house? Do you put the gumbo in your bowl first then add the rice, as all feeling hearts and civilized people certainly do, or do you put your rice first and then pour gumbo over it, like those uncouth in-laws do it? It doesn't much affect the taste, but this has been the subject of disagreement between my nieces and their husbands.

Rice first, you plebe! :biggrin:

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And I'll only eat yogurt with a certain kind of spoon. (In my defense, it's an extremely well-designed spoon which makes all other spoons I've encountered seem pathetic.) (I'm sure this is also considered an insanity defense...)  :biggrin:

Any more info, photos, etc. on this spoon? If it's such a great device we all must have one.

It's just a stainless-steel dessert spoon. I don't know why, but we have about twenty of them. Not like my priceless El Al spoon. :wub::wink:

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RE: Gumbo - Gumbo in bowl first, then a scoop of rice, then some parsley sprinkled on top. It looks so pretty that way. Why would anyone think the rice went in first????? :blink:

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Toast. Gotta be on the light side. If it's too dark, it makes me think of what a crouton would taste like slathered with butter and jam. No thanks.

Joie Alvaro Kent

"I like rice. Rice is great if you're hungry and want 2,000 of something." ~ Mitch Hedberg

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I have a few quirks...

First of all, I'm a dipper. I pour a dab of syrup on the side of my pancakes, waffles or french toast, never on top, and drag the corner through. Same with fruit and whipped cream toppings, all on the side, please, let me assemble each bite, else everything gloms together and gets soggy and mushy.

I also don't like whipped toppings on my ice cream, for a similar reason. Plus, it kinda 'dilutes' the flavor of the ice cream.

I dislike pie, or cake and ice cream on the same plate. I love them together, but again. Let ME assemble each bite. Or else, what, by the end of it, you have cold pie soup.

Sometimes I like my salad dressing on the side, depending on what kind, what kind of place, and what kind of salad. If it's a creamy heavy dressing, I dip my fork in the dressing, then spear a forkful of salad. A little dressing on a huge bite of greens...perfect! Or else, the dressing gets overwhelming. Vinagrettes are a different story, the more tossed, and evenly distributedm the better, as far as that goes.

I rarely, if ever, finish a burger, (unless it's really small) from first bite to last, without disassembling it. Same goes for subs. I've been that way since I was a kid. I get about halfway through, start getting full, and discard the bread, finishing the innards with a fork. My mom used to say "getting full? Just finish the inside, skip the bread, and you can go, ok?" Old habits die hard.

I can't have soup or chili without toast, bread, or crackers of some sort. I have to alternate bites, too, or else I get wicked palate fatigue. Soup is not soup without something crunchy alongside. Add me to the special spoon category, too. I have a perfectly round soup spoon that I love love love. Everything tastes better from my round spoon! Except yogurt.

And finally, the weirdest thing, that everyone notices, that I simply cannot help. If I am dining alone, even if I'm just having a snack, I must read something. I can't eat, without reading something. I have open books and magazines all over the place. It's the weirdest habit. Earlier, I grabbed some mixed nuts out of the pantry, then stood there while I ate them, and read the recipes on the backs of all the pasta boxes.

But then, I'm OCD about reading too, so it's not just an eating quirk, it goes way beyond that.

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And finally, the weirdest thing, that everyone notices, that I simply cannot help. If I am dining alone, even if I'm just having a snack, I must read something.  I can't eat, without reading something. I have open books and magazines all over the place.  It's the weirdest habit.  Earlier, I grabbed some mixed nuts out of the pantry, then stood there while I ate them, and read the recipes on the backs of all the pasta boxes. 

Glad I'm not alone. Surprised, but glad.

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Toast has to be tan and crispy outside, but still tender and "bready" in the center, but hot enough for the butter to melt NOW! Easier said than done, especially with regular sliced bread... :blink: Gotta have that butter soft and work fast! :raz:

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I'm on the special-spoon bandwagon. I can enjoy grapefruit to its fullest only with my devoted spoon, one of the few pieces of silverware I have.

It's not a true grapefruit-spoon, which I think must have a serrated edge, but it's narrow and most importantly, it's DEEP, which allows you to capture more juice in each bite. Perfect!

Great poem sig, Lexy.

That reminds me of my favorite spoon for eating watermelon (and only watermelon, other melons get to take their chances with a fork, after being salted and peppered!)

I don't recall the exact train of events, but I was joining a couple of friends who were already out on the deck, and picked up my section of watermelon and grabbed a spoon out of the "spooner" that usually holds only teaspoons.

I didn't discover, until I was seated on the deck and ready to dig into the melon, that I had picked a cheese scoop instead of a teaspoon. It was amazingly efficient for digging out just the right size bits of melon and not once did one slip from the spoon to fall into my lap or onto the deck.

"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!" Terry Pratchett

 

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I used to have this cup that I was going to hand carry all the way to the UK in September when I move there to study. Except I broke it.

See, I used to drink chocolate milk in it. Now, I no longer drink chocolate milk. In fact, I don't drink milk at all.

I believe that fried rice Must Have Eggs fried in it. If not, fried rice is a misnomer--I'm afraid, Doddie, that I think your garlic fried rice is not really fried rice, as yummy as it looks.

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My boyfriend's housemate is this all-American bloke who survives on pizza, cheerios, OJ, teddy bear grahams, and oreos. Every now and then we like to switch things around a little -- replace the teddy bear grahams with Annie's bunny grahams, switch the regular Oreos with ones we've carted back from Asia (slighly sweeter, less chocolatey). Sounds mean, but it's all in good fun, and he's usually got such a solemn face on that watching the little facial twitches as he discovers the difference is great =) Plus, they're all computer science PhD candidates, so it's good to see them get creative...

itadakimas...eat a duck i must!

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And finally, the weirdest thing, that everyone notices, that I simply cannot help. If I am dining alone, even if I'm just having a snack, I must read something. I can't eat, without reading something. I have open books and magazines all over the place. It's the weirdest habit. Earlier, I grabbed some mixed nuts out of the pantry, then stood there while I ate them, and read the recipes on the backs of all the pasta boxes.

oh, I do this too! i can trace it back to when i lived with a 60 year old landlady who would take any opportunity to go on and on and on about her dog, how cute he is with his knitted socks, and force me to look through all 67 photos of her dog in various knitted paraphenalia for the umpteenth time.

I quickly learnt to always have a heavy, serious-looking textbook with me at all times.

itadakimas...eat a duck i must!

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