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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.

@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.

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!

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'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!

Those commercials scare the crap out of me.

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!

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.

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.

Mushrooms. God help me.

When I was growing up, my mother cooked dinner every night and we rarely went out to eat from what I recall. My husband's family went out even less than mine did, which, to me, explains why he likes to eat out so much now.

My MIL was for the most part a single mother, even though she was married (deadbeat husband, you know the story). My husband remembers that she would make chicken and yellow rice and they would eat it for days. Nothing to dress it up, just chicken and rice. He has raved about some of the things she used to make so I have made each of them. According to him, my versions blow hers out of the water. I owe it all to seasoning and know-how.

I love trying new foods, but unfortunately in this God-forsaken corner of the world there is NO new food. My favorite restaurant is a Middle Eastern place in New Orleans. I would kill to have some of that right now. Here we have your ubiquitous steak houses, and AMericanized chinese and mexican.

I guess this is just a Daddy staple! It was the only meal my dad ever cooked for us. It was just ground beef in a peppery gravy. I never realized how much I missed it until now.