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@Tommasino: if American pasta can't be called pasta because we put too much sauce on it, then our pizza can't be called pizza, either. Our pizza in no way looks like what is served in Italy. Much different than how our pasta compares.

Parmigiano reggiano.

Caviar!

I am Chinese and have been using chopsticks for as long as I can remember. However, I only use them for Chinese-style food. In contrast, my father uses chopsticks for everything, claiming that they are the perfect utensil. He even uses them to eat potato chips and cake!

I love "Lunch Lady Land" too, by Adam Sandler. "Sloppy Joe, Sloppy-sloppy Joe...." classic.
But, in a nod to a post I did a few days ago, who can forget Rapper's Delight by the Sugarhill Gang?
"like a can of beer that's sweeter than honey
like a millionaire that has no money
like a rainy day that is not wet
like a gamblin fiend that does not bet
like dracula with out his fangs
like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
like collard greens that dont taste good
like a tree that's not made out of wood
like goin up and not comin down
is just like the beat without the sound no sound
to the beat beat, ya do the freak
everybody just rock and dance to the beat
have you ever went over a friends house to eat
and the food just aint no good
i mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed
and the chicken tastes like wood
so you try to play it off like you think you can
by sayin that you're full
and then your friend says momma he's just being polite
he aint finished uh uh that's bull
so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie
and you say that you already ate
and your friend says man there's plenty of food
so you pile some more on your plate
while the stinky foods steamin your mind
starts to dreamin'
of the moment that it's time to leave
and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin'
into something that looks like cheese
oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place
i dont care what these people think
im just sittin here makin myself nauseous
with this ugly food that stinks
so you bust out the door while its still closed
still sick from the food you ate
and then you run to the store for quick relief
from a bottle of kaopectate
and then you call your friend two weeks later
to see how he has been
and he says i understand about the food
baby bubbah but we're still friends..."

Spam monty python
If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake Andrew sisters

Peel Me a Grape - Diana Krall.

A second vote for "Cheeseburger in Paradise!" It's my dad's favorite song---I've always told him we'll dance to THAT at my wedding!

Come on a-my house (Rosemary Clooney)
Party on the Mountain (The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band)

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Cinnamon Ice Cream with chocolate cake.

I doubt I can come even close to the cleavage [silver]wear... but here's my worst food moment:

For several weeks last year I attended class with my daughter.

One morning just before school the girl was putting the milk back in but pushed out the Palek Paneer (spinach & Indian cheese) leftovers. I had tried this one shelf stable brand but it was icky. I'd put it in the fridge because that's where things go to rot; at which time I can feel okay about tossing them but, until then I try to convince myself I'll be eating it soon. So, with the child's help there was green stuff everywhere including all up and down her legs just before we needed to leave and we were already running late. But really, we had to clean it up, and we did, but what a comedy of errors. I pulled the garbage out so it would be right next to her and after I did that she went over and dropped things under the sink not realizing the garbage was no longer there. In the car I told her she'd done me a favor because I hated that spinach. Will I ever stop blowing her mind away?

For lunch while she was in math class, I ran down to our store that has a great organic deli section with fresh hot food that changes seasonally, each day's selections even depending on what the farmers bring in that morning. It was a special delight to find out what veggies they were having everyday. Apparently that day though there was a bounty of mushrooms as everything had them in it so there was nothing I wanted.

Anyway, no hot veggies for me so I put together a salad, putting some bleu cheese dressing in a little plastic container. Then I went to the check out lines because the one by the food was backed up. I managed to get behind some lady apparently confusing the store for the bank because she wanted something like $25 in ones and a roll of quarters but handed them $40 which the checkout girl couldn't conceive that meant $5 left over so she was short-circuiting. I was about to move to the next line but someone scooped it before I could so I was freaking a bit on the time left to get back before 4th period ended.

Finally, my turn and I stepped forward. That's when the dressing container flung itself out of my hand over to the next checkout I had wanted to jump to, up against this lady's shoes where it exploded and went all up and down her legs and shoes. In slow motion no less. It doesn't look like much when it's in one of those little containers but when it's on a person it seems like so much more. I'm just grateful she was wearing a skirt rather than pants because I would have destroyed those. It was awful. I'm still horrified.

She was really nice about it but it's not like I could help her get clean; that would have been completely creepy. She said, "It's not like things such as this happen everyday." at which point I told her about the spinach not 4 hours hours earlier.

Thanks for reviving the thread. I'd missed it earlier and this gave me a bunch of giggles. Great stories. :)

8 yrs old. I was in charge of the mashed potatoes for the Sunday dinner. Company coming -- had to make it good. My first ever anything in the kitchen. I used 1 CUP of salt rather than 1 tsp. HORRID. 30 years ago and my family STILL won't let me bring potatoes to dinner.