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PoorOldMama-
If you poke each one of those beans with a pin, it let's the gas out. ;oP

Ok, do you guys have big families? I mean big families. This stuff makes sense if you have foil lids you can't stack in the refrigerator. The no serving spoons is obnoxious and hard to deal with when you got 20 kids bumrushing the fruit salad. And if you've got two turkeys and a ham in the oven there is no way Aunt Julie gets to put her uncooked casserole in oven. My mom is the oldest of seven with spouses, I have 12 cousins, so we had friends, SO's, inlaws relatives, and great relations.
When I was little it was insane . There wasn't enough room for the people let alone the food. You got assignments, specific assignments about was to be brought and how. They always wanted to make sure everybody could have some of everything. They made a special bowl of potato salad cause an uncle was "alergic".
So I'm pretty sure they got phone calls that went a lot like that letter. So I wouldn't bash her. I may print out the letter so I can use it for the next family gatering and use it like a blueprint.

I have lived in Missouri (St. Louis) all my life. We always called the second meal of the day "Lunch", and the last meal of the day, "Supper". Although Dinner and Supper could be used interchangeably My husband's family did the same thing.. I notice my older siblings are now calling it "dinner" when they invite us over. I have always used the word Supper unless we are going out to a formal meal, then I will call it Dinner.

We have always used the word soda. My uncle used to call it sodie.

I've always enjoyed the sweet smell you get in a cigar/tobacco room. Just earlier today I was thinking that it seemed as though I ought to be able to add those notes to a sweet. I believe I saw an Iron Chef episode wherein one or both of the chefs used tobacco, I think one was an ice cream (with vanilla I believe). I went out to get a cigar, and exploring my collection of flavorings, sniffing them next to the cigar, it seems as though it would work well. Particularly pleasant were vanilla, cinnamon, chocolate, and cumin. So tonight, I am going to try steeping some tobacco bits in some heavy cream with a vanilla bean, which will be used to make a salted sweet caramel which will be drizzled atop some dark chocolate brownies.

Needless to say, I bet a truffle would be very nice!

@pjracz - It had a refreshing, light, citrus flavor, like mache, with a delicate crunch. The stems were hollow and and tender rather than stiff like in kale or even broccolini, and the leaves were tender as well. It's the green pictured here with the shiny green leaves and little yellow flowers.

p.s.- oops I lied...when I was little I wouldn't eat the legs in calamari and other squid/octopus dishes because I thought the suckers would stick to my tongue...

For anyone that runs an underground restaurant, do you require your guests to sign a waiver or release form? How do you protect yourself from a lawsuit say if someone were to get sick or have an allergic reaction after eating your food?

I made "jambalaya" (in quotes, because I'm sure it's not authentic and I fully made the recipe up) with chorizo (I know, already wrong) and leftover chicken. Came out suprisingly good.

When I watched the movie Bridget Jones’s Diary, I laughed at her blue soup which she made by the vegetables and some blue uneatable ropes. I thought it was a joke, how could a girl be so stupid and could not cook meals? At least they should know how to cook soups. Until I met my girlfriend I knew that story is true.
As I am not fond of beauties, Air Jordan sneakers or other luxury things, my only habit is enjoying every delicacy I could find, in other words, I am a glutton. My girlfriend knows my habit and she just tries her best to get close to me, and that is learning how to cook. She is an exquisite girl, when you look at her, all you think are the cosmetics, perfume, luxury clothes, jewel and high class salon. You could never recall the kitchen from her. But she did want to be a good mate to me, a soul mate and life mate.
So the story began on one Sunday morning. She locked herself in the kitchen and did not allow me to enter, she would cook a meal for me all by herself. And after four hours the meal was ready. They seemed---- well, beautiful, but not in the food way. As I put my spoon into the soup, I found something strange and it turned out to be a rubber wristband. Well, was it a silicon soup? My girlfriend just used it to tie the shrimps. I really do not know how it happened. After finding that strange material from the soup, I did not feel well then. But in order not to let her disappointed, I, the one who care food more than life, ate up all the dishes.
Guess what, now she is my fiancée. Love has nothing to do with your cooking skills, right?

sesame-crusted salmon with arugula, corn and some super expensive end-of-season tomatoes (I live in TX, summer just ended)

steamed shrimp with onion-herb flatbread

We had curried butternut squash and red lentil soup.
For dessert, cinnamon and sugar roasted spaghetti squash seeds. I roasted the squash last night in prep for tonight's dinner and I couldn't bear to throw the seeds away!