tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post115862230667967066..comments2023-11-28T02:14:46.571-05:00Comments on Random Thoughts of the Reading Obsessed: The Weekend ** EDITED**Tara Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15963704767440694312noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158807919129260052006-09-20T23:05:00.000-04:002006-09-20T23:05:00.000-04:00oopsI got so excited I forgot to say happy 500 pos...oops<BR/><BR/>I got so excited I forgot to say happy 500 post ;)sybilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11342302708116383329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158791034068472322006-09-20T18:23:00.000-04:002006-09-20T18:23:00.000-04:00Sybil, welcome back :DDevonna, I actually like liv...Sybil, welcome back :D<BR/><BR/>Devonna, I actually like liver, but never make it because my husband refuses to eat it. My sister was a terrible eater. When we were little, we lived on the fourth floor of and she would scrape the food out the kitchen window while my mother washed the dishes.<BR/><BR/>Toni Lea, LOL... my husband is a little more diplomatic, he just tells me to help cook when we're all together.Tara Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15963704767440694312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158783566706836052006-09-20T16:19:00.000-04:002006-09-20T16:19:00.000-04:00I have an ex whose mother despised me on sight and...I have an ex whose mother despised me on sight and never really got past it. I tried really hard to get her to like me, and thought I was making progress.<BR/>We lived in the same town, and one day I ran into her in the grocery store. She starts pointing at items in my cart.<BR/>"L won't eat that. Or that. Oh, and he hates that."<BR/>About that time L walks up with a bag of carrots.<BR/>"L, you don't eat carrots!" says Mom.<BR/>"Oh, I eat lots of things now I didn't used to eat, Mom. Toni's a much better cook than you."<BR/>I left his body in the frozen foods.Toni Lea Andrewshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05019145772583242781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158762182815077372006-09-20T10:23:00.000-04:002006-09-20T10:23:00.000-04:00Well, Mom never tried to make cow's tongue, but sh...Well, Mom never tried to make cow's tongue, but she did cook liver once. I would put a bite in my mouth and then when she wasn't looking I'd spit it in my napkin. Then I hid it all in the mailbox. The mailman wasn't too happy, but Mom never made liver again.Devhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10719293114461054932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158757216274293042006-09-20T09:00:00.000-04:002006-09-20T09:00:00.000-04:00wOoT!I can post again!!!!! YAY! no more signing i...wOoT!<BR/><BR/>I can post again!!!!! YAY! no more signing in other crap!sybilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11342302708116383329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158757175281206102006-09-20T08:59:00.000-04:002006-09-20T08:59:00.000-04:00testtestsybilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11342302708116383329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158748088418939272006-09-20T06:28:00.000-04:002006-09-20T06:28:00.000-04:00Jane and Kristie, thank you.Kristie, we have such ...Jane and Kristie, thank you.<BR/><BR/>Kristie, we have such different memories as adults, it's like visiting somewhere you went as a kid that used to seemed larger than life but turns out to be so much smaller.Tara Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15963704767440694312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158747977501239132006-09-20T06:26:00.000-04:002006-09-20T06:26:00.000-04:00Rosario, there's nothing worse than looking at a g...Rosario, there's nothing worse than looking at a giant cow's tongue, yuck. We never had bone marrow, but parents and MIL did.<BR/><BR/>Rosie, I made it with potatoes too, he made a face at that, when I reheated it I cooked the chicken in the oven until it was crispy and made spaghetti with it. He was very pleased with that.Tara Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15963704767440694312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158723434959433762006-09-19T23:37:00.000-04:002006-09-19T23:37:00.000-04:00Congrats on 500! And I love the chicken story too...Congrats on 500! And I love the chicken story too. Isn't it funny what we remember from childhood is so different from what's reality when we are grown?Kristie (J)https://www.blogger.com/profile/15743921647882733738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158719375573232252006-09-19T22:29:00.000-04:002006-09-19T22:29:00.000-04:00Congratulations on your 500 posts!Congratulations on your 500 posts!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158697592700920282006-09-19T16:26:00.000-04:002006-09-19T16:26:00.000-04:00Congrats on 500 posts. I'm a neophyte compared to...Congrats on 500 posts. I'm a neophyte compared to you...only 190 or so. <BR/><BR/>BTW, chicken cacciatore is a favorite in my family. We make it with potatoes. Yum!! My husband's mom was not a very good cook so he thinks I'm a fantastic cook. Poor guy...I refuse to burst his bubble though. What he doesn't know won't hurt him.Rosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15868327419940314643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158687291787174352006-09-19T13:34:00.000-04:002006-09-19T13:34:00.000-04:00My mom used to give us cow's tongue, too. She serv...My mom used to give us cow's tongue, too. She served it with a vinaigrette, and we all loved it. Until we once saw the raw tongue in the kitchen waiting to be cooked, that is. We refused to eat it again after that.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and we also ate cow's bone marrow, what we call caracĂș here. But that one wasn't hidden from us, we'd scoop the marrow out of the boiled bone and spread it on bread.Rosariohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13015659149421085931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158679840951128332006-09-19T11:30:00.000-04:002006-09-19T11:30:00.000-04:00Jenster, more like remembering a delusional fanta...Jenster, more like <I>remembering a delusional fantasy</I>. When I talked to him before, he wanted to know about the "old eggs" comment, but he didn't mention the <I>you know the man needs a good smack once in a while.</I> LOL <BR/><BR/>Sam, You have to wonder about some of the things they remember from childhood.<BR/><BR/>Devonna, Initiative, hmmm, I'd probably call it something else--LOL.<BR/><BR/>Cindy, your stew works right there with my cacciatore.Tara Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15963704767440694312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158679093931107842006-09-19T11:18:00.000-04:002006-09-19T11:18:00.000-04:00That's classic.I'm pretty sure I've brought up the...That's classic.<BR/><BR/>I'm pretty sure I've brought up the Puritan Beef Stew story but let's do a short trip. Bob loves PBS so I'm thinking I'll give him a real treat by making homemade beef stew from scratch. Takes a bite and says, nope, I prefer the stuff in a can. <BR/><BR/>I let him live.<BR/><BR/>CindySCindyShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18349459903336460467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158676806488404192006-09-19T10:40:00.000-04:002006-09-19T10:40:00.000-04:00Both stories were great, Tara. I can just imagine...Both stories were great, Tara. I can just imagine you going through all the trouble of puting together this wonderful meal ~ and then to find out it's chicken parts and tomato paste?! Agh!<BR/><BR/>I could also see Junior with his big bowl of popcorn. What initiative he has!Devhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10719293114461054932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158671113828092232006-09-19T09:05:00.000-04:002006-09-19T09:05:00.000-04:00That is so funny - and so true. My husband raved a...That is so funny - and so true. My husband raved about his grandmother's vegitable soup - I wondered if it was some family recipe - well, sort of. Ready made leak and potato soup with angel hair pasta. <BR/>LOL!<BR/>Men!Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158667683845520382006-09-19T08:08:00.000-04:002006-09-19T08:08:00.000-04:00LOL, Tara. Maybe Grandma told him it was Chicken ...LOL, Tara. Maybe Grandma told him it was Chicken Cacciatore. Or maybe he's just remembering a delusional fantasy.<BR/><BR/><I>you know the man needs a good smack once in a while</I><BR/><BR/>Don't they all???Jensterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15639970448069931471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158657935780840372006-09-19T05:25:00.000-04:002006-09-19T05:25:00.000-04:00Bev, since it was the only thing he ate at Grandma...Bev, since it was the only thing he ate at Grandma's I guess he'd have good memories--LOL.<BR/><BR/>Amanda, I forgot about 'old eggs', you know the man needs a good smack once in a while.Tara Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15963704767440694312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158630523576647442006-09-18T21:48:00.000-04:002006-09-18T21:48:00.000-04:00Oh, WOW. That's a great story. You can get great m...Oh, WOW. That's a great story. You can get great mileage out of that one. It's not as insulting as the 'old eggs' comment, but it's way funnier.Bob & Muffintophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12517851052183148808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11597422.post-1158624596397877182006-09-18T20:09:00.000-04:002006-09-18T20:09:00.000-04:00ROTFL about Grandma's Chicken Cacciatore. I can id...ROTFL about Grandma's Chicken Cacciatore. I can identify because ain't it always the truth that those "special" favorites were usually something tossed together in a hurry? :DBev (BB)https://www.blogger.com/profile/18212453718195511035noreply@blogger.com