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September 13, 2007

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Zayrina

I was 19 when I tried to duplicate a stew my mom made that was so wonderful. The problem was that I had no clue about seasoning so I didn't. Season it that is. Then boyfriend ate it all without complaint, tasteless glutch that it was. That's love.

Autumn

Gary shouldn't be allowed to speak when you're out in public bc that makes me want to vomit. Seriously, don't let that man talk.

sue

I often wonder about my husband. I've been told I'm a pretty good cook, but even when I make a mistake (YES, even good cooks DO make mistakes) and something comes out horrid, he'll eat it. In his passive-agressive way, however, he'll often avoid choosing that meal again. Ever.

Becs

Oh - didn't you tell him you were initiating him into The Ceremony of Innocence?

Is everybody in?

TheQueen

Zayrina - Even at 19 you were brave enough to cook without a recipe? Man!
Autumn - I laugh at sentences that begin with "Don't let him..." Like, what am I supposed to do? Beat him?
Sue - I think you should just change the recipe name and serve it up again.
Becs - I'm in! I have no idea what you are talking about, but I'm in.

sue

OOOOoooo... I like how you think!

Becs

From an old Doors song (I think it's The Lizard King):

Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony of innocence is about to begin.

And continues like a Baudelaire poem...only more menacing.

TheQueen

Sue - Or, you could just stop cooking, like I did.
Becs - this is the second Baudelaire reference this summer. What's up with everyone and the Baudelaire? God, I have so much research to do ... The Doors and Baudelaire.

Autumn

No no no...just stuff his mouth full of uncooked turkey legs :)

TheQueen

Autumn - He would overwhelm me with his superior strength.

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