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That beagle looks pretty hefty, Ed. Now we know why....thanks for a great laugh though!

I need a dishwasher to keep my rat/jack russell terrier mix at bay. She will take the food right out of my hand if I'm not vigilant.

every sunday in the winter my mom would make a "pot roast" an overcooked lump of stringy gray meat that had been cooked to death in the crockpot. the fall was great though, we'd pick apples every sunday afternoon, and then drive over to a tiny little store that sold "real vermont sharp cheese" this stuff was so strong it made you pucker! we'd get home and have apples and cheese and what they used to call common crackers. Probably the best meal ever! Now my husband and i have two nights a week usually monday and friday, that we do a meatless meal, either veggie soup with homemade bread or grilled vegetables and saffron rice.

When I'm back home in Singapore, mom's a housewife and always makes sure there's a glorious homecooked meal on the table for dinner. But Sunday morning's are "market day" with mom. We have brekkie at one of the many coffee shops or hawker centers (usually noodles: minced pork and fishballs (bak chor mee); vinegar-soused (lor mee); in a sweet potato gravy (mee rubus); etc.) then it's on to the hard work of carrying all her purchases as she goes around bargaining and selecting produce.

I don't observe the weekly habit, but when I was growing up, Tuesday was always fish day, because that was the day that Smitty, the fish man, came down our street with his truck! There was a vegetable truck, too, set up like a little grocery store, with a customer's scale and everything.

When I was growing up, every Saturday night was "family night". My dad grilled a beef tenderloin and topped it with his top secret sauce (over the years we have tried unsuccessfully to copy it; butter, honey, dry mustard, cider vinegar, red pepper flakes, it was perfection!) and my sister and I helped Mom with the twice-baked potatoes, salad, and crispy french bread. We ate on tv trays in the den and watched The Honeymooners or some other show. My other favorite night of the week was Friday night, when my parents were out. Our babysitter had 13 kids of her own and always took a few "sips" of whatever was in my parents' bar. She was a huge wrestling fan (parents would have freaked) and we ate frozen waffles in front of the tv while Lois shouted at the wrestlers and mimicked their moves. She had a fantastic sense of humor and we all laugh about our Friday night antics!

When I was in high school every Thursday was taco day. And for pretty much my whole senior year every Wednesday my friend Carrie would come over and my mom would make dinner for the three of us. It was so fun, and my mom made some great meals!

Growing up we had Pork chops on Mondays, Seafood on Fridays, Steak on Saturdays, and usually a ham or beef roast for Sunday lunch. My parents pretty much still stick to that line up even though it is just the two of them now. I grew up really hating steak due to having it every week exactly the same way...although my dad does grill a wonderful steak. (I love it now by the way).

Sunday was always homemade fried chicken, mashed potatoes with cream gravy and a canned "green" of some kind.

When I was growing up, Friday evening was Shopping Night, which always included dinner at a restaurant. This also became the point at which I became acquainted with how excellent Greek-owned-and-operated family restaurants could be.

Mary and I try to eat at a restaurant at least once each week. Our more-important tradition, however, is our Coffee In Bed absolutely each and every morning. If it doesn't happen for whatever reason, the day just doesn't feel right for either of us.