I desperately want to wear the mantle 'foodie', but alas I feel that I am not yet worthy...and if gas prices keep going up, the only thing I am going to be a connoisseur of is Ramen.
I am using the Samoa flavor right now and I really like it. However, it seems like a lot of the distinct flavors get lost in the coffee. It's much more flavorful on its own. Or maybe I'm just not using enough.
I agree, I'd rather have dill relish every time.
Agree, the mushrooms are good, but I prefer the pinecones.
Sorry for any confusion. I am not well versed in all the squashes. I don't know what kind they are. Just the little yellow ones, kind of bulb shaped.
I never liked squash growing up so I thought I'd give it another go.
We have three small children and very very rarely eat anywhere that doesn't have a playground in it. On occasion we will go to a sit-down restaurant, but it is not uncommon for us to flag down our server right after we've ordered to tell him or her to box it up because we simply will not sit there while our kids freak out. One manager actually came over to our table to ask if there was a problem with anything because the server must have thought she did something wrong since we were asking for our order to go all of a sudden.
Basically, we will sacrifice our dining experience so that we don't bother other people because we remember how that used to irritate us before we had kids.
@Ron_johnings...why bother to say you're sorry when you very obviously are not? I really hope you're just being funny.
@IslandDweller I second that! It seems like such a waste not to. Besides if you're at a barbecue place and you have evidence of eating ribs on your hands, if you go to use a napkin, the napkin just gets stuck to you. Then you have to lick your fingers anyway and now you have to eat your napkin as well.
I mean no disrespect, but why no cheese? To me, it's just not a pizza if there's no cheese.
Definitely will get the quality cookware for sure. I already have a KitchenAid stand mixer and I love it dearly. It was the best gift I ever got!
Every year my family runs a convention in Atlanta and at least one morning of it we all walk across the parking lot and eat at the Waffle House. What is more Southern than the Waffle House? The menu hasn't changed hardly at all in years and yet I still like to read the menu before I order my hashbrowns scattered, covered, chunked, and smothered.
One of the first meals I cooked in my first apartment was Hamburger Helper. It was simmering and I got sidetracked doing something else. Next thing I know the smoke alarm is going off. I had to throw out the whole pan and that dish will forever be known as Smoke Alarm Stroganoff. I always burn rice, too.
I am not down with catering to a child's ridiculous pickiness. My boys eat what has been cooked or they don't eat at all. I will not make a separate meal simply because they don't like something. Now granted my boys are very young, at one and two years old respectively, but that will remain the standard at our house.
How has parenting gone so far down hill? There was no way my parents would do something like that for me and I am glad! If I ever had a problem, I had to take care of it myself. It's called being self sufficient. I had wonderful parents and they didn't jump at my demands. That's how it should be.
I'd really like to try one of the recipes with different meats and maybe milk. It sounds great.
Wow, I didn't think it would be quite this heated when I asked for a recipe!
We had a place called T. Martooni's, closed now. Three Three Three on Broad (guess the address) and Yummy Thai. To me, if you have to say how good your food is in your name, it may not be very good.
Those commercials scare the crap out of me.
I have a can of coconut milk, a can of clam chowder which I have never liked, a box of couscous, and various generic soups. Ordinarily I don't mind generic (it is cheaper after all), but there are some things that to me are just not as good. Generic soup is one of those. My husband will eat it, but I have to cook it.
I lurve onions! My soups and pasta sauces are not complete without onions. Nothing is, really. I feel the same way about garlic. When I first got together with my husband he had a serious aversion to onions, claiming that he was allergic. I didn't inform him that I added onions to almost everything I would cook. No hives, no swelling, no anaphylactic shock. Not allergic. Turns out his mom just made him eat them in some awful dish she used to make so he thought he hated them in all things. I fixed that!
Once at my old office I brought in Greek salad for lunch. I didn't realize how aromatic feta cheese and raw red onions can be. That was the last time I did that.
I had never heard of cream cheese and jelly sandwiches until I read Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs. I wanted to try it but never got around to it. I don't think it was very common in the south in the late 80's early 90's.
When I was little I would eat salted carrots when I watched tv. I also loved maple syrup. We even have pictures of me sitting on a little stool with the syrup bottle turned up.
Oh, and out of curiosity...what is "the point" anyway? Clearly I've missed it as well.
She probably realized that the majority did not jump on her bandwagon and therefore didn't want to campaign anymore.
I have a one year old son and another on the way. If it turns out that either of my boys are allergic to peanuts then they will be informed not to trade lunches or to take anything offered to them, albeit in a nice way. I respect that some people have allergies but it is just inconsiderate to expect everyone to bow to those allergies.
I can understand the school cafeteria being nut-free but you can't presume to dictate what individuals bring for themselves to eat.
Try not to fret--sometimes there is just no accounting for bad taste. At my last office I would make the birthday cakes and one of the girls told me she liked grocery store cake better than scratch. Those old partially frozen, mostly tasteless, unimaginative cakes with the clump of pink roses in the upper corner. Of course this is the same girl who insisted that her cake be made with box mix and not from scratch. I stopped baking for that office, needless to say, as who can compete with Kroger!
Mushrooms. God help me.