Although I have to admit I disagree with the first two - Fresh picked Brussel Sprouts sauteed in butter and garlic are phenomenal. And I do like my Blue Grass Saturday mornings with 88.5 FM!
Enjoy and banjo. Ha - that reminds me of a vintage Steve Martin routine about how you can't be sad while playing the banjo, or some such thing. He plays gaily, singing "Oh death, and grief and sorrow, and murder." It's hilarious!
You can add "taste this" and something tasting good to the list. ha!
Really? Tasty and rhubarb? I love rhubarb. But it needs a lot of sugar otherwise it tastes horrid. And brussels sprouts? Apparently I've never had them cooked in a good way. They always end up tasting like little balls of dirt. Not that I know what dirt tastes like...
As long as we're talking about trauma food from childhood:
* one cold uncooked canned tomato in equally cold tomato juice, staring at me from a bowl at 9 p.m. at a lonely dining room table
* liver and onions
* three large glasses of whole milk per day
* that awful dish my aunt brought to family reunions and I had to try to be "polite" -- which only encouraged her to continue making it at every family reunion for the next twenty years
I'm having an odd flash back of being 17 - heavily intoxicated - and enjoying "The Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" with my equally inebriated and juvenile friends!
Oh the memories...Thank you rigtenzin. (And sorry about your mother. That must have been a Long Island Sprout - they're MUCH more dangerous then the California version.)
"Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" is a CLASSIC movie. It was shown one Friday night at the very exclusive university that Sophzilla and I attended.
A favorite scene from the movie:
A woman has been widowed by the killer tomatoes. The newscaster shows up and immediately asks her "How do you feel about your husband's death? Will you remarry? You're no spring chicken, you know."
Read more about this wonderful movie at: http://imdb.com/title/tt0080391/
There are hundreds of people that think I am insane - you see MY favorite quote from this movie is one that I repeat whenever the opportunity arrives. Something like this:
I'm at a restaurant, at a BBQ, at a friends house, etc. And I say the line:
"Can someone please pass the ketchup" And after I yell "AAAARRRGGGHHH"
I've done this no less then 100 times over the last 20 years. And so far NO ONE has ever gotten it. They all simply think I'm nuts.
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I would love to see more of your list!
Although I have to admit I disagree with the first two - Fresh picked Brussel Sprouts sauteed in butter and garlic are phenomenal. And I do like my Blue Grass Saturday mornings with 88.5 FM!
How about this: Open Minded and conservative!
Enjoy and banjo. Ha - that reminds me of a vintage Steve Martin routine about how you can't be sad while playing the banjo, or some such thing. He plays gaily, singing "Oh death, and grief and sorrow, and murder." It's hilarious!
You can add "taste this" and something tasting good to the list. ha!
If I'm right Brussel Sprouts is "Rosenkohl". And I love it! But most people cook it too long. It should be al dente:) with cooked ham in cream sauce.
Compassionate Republican
And furthermore, I was emotionally damaged by forced brussel sprouts consummage as a child.
Oh, I made this experience with rhubarb! That was really traumatic!
So: tasty and rhubarb
No way!
Really? Tasty and rhubarb? I love rhubarb. But it needs a lot of sugar otherwise it tastes horrid. And brussels sprouts? Apparently I've never had them cooked in a good way. They always end up tasting like little balls of dirt. Not that I know what dirt tastes like...
As long as we're talking about trauma food from childhood:
* one cold uncooked canned tomato in equally cold tomato juice, staring at me from a bowl at 9 p.m. at a lonely dining room table
* liver and onions
* three large glasses of whole milk per day
* that awful dish my aunt brought to family reunions and I had to try to be "polite" -- which only encouraged her to continue making it at every family reunion for the next twenty years
* very dry fish sticks on Fridays during Lent
This isn't funny. A brussel sprout once ate my mother.
I'm having an odd flash back of being 17 - heavily intoxicated - and enjoying "The Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" with my equally inebriated and juvenile friends!
Oh the memories...Thank you rigtenzin. (And sorry about your mother. That must have been a Long Island Sprout - they're MUCH more dangerous then the California version.)
"Attack of the Killer Tomatoes" is a CLASSIC movie. It was shown one Friday night at the very exclusive university that Sophzilla and I attended.
A favorite scene from the movie:
A woman has been widowed by the killer tomatoes. The newscaster shows up and immediately asks her "How do you feel about your husband's death? Will you remarry? You're no spring chicken, you know."
Read more about this wonderful movie at: http://imdb.com/title/tt0080391/
There are hundreds of people that think I am insane - you see MY favorite quote from this movie is one that I repeat whenever the opportunity arrives. Something like this:
I'm at a restaurant, at a BBQ, at a friends house, etc. And I say the line:
"Can someone please pass the ketchup" And after I yell "AAAARRRGGGHHH"
I've done this no less then 100 times over the last 20 years. And so far NO ONE has ever gotten it. They all simply think I'm nuts.
I love that line, too, and no one understands it.
I can't wait to teach this to my nieces and nephew!
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