Silicon Investor (SI) -- The First Internet Community

STOCKTALK

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor. We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community. If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.

Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (29120)	6/17/1999 8:56:00 AM
From: nihil	Respond to of 71178

How darling! (seriously). We didn't have potassium when I was a kid. I bet she had no trouble getting food inside finicky kids. The only way to get me to drink my milk was mixed with coffee. I called it "coffee milk." We were not sophisticated enough to know I was drinking "cafe au lait." Ah well.

To: Rambi who wrote (29120)	6/17/1999 9:29:00 AM
From: melinda abplanalp	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

My father was always talking to me about iron. I can't remember what he wanted me to eat to get it. Nice caring mom you have!!

To: Rambi who wrote (29120)	6/17/1999 12:54:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

She always qualified her food with the nutritional reasons for eating it... I avoided that for the most part, but my father fancied himself something of an armchair gourmand, and was always bringing home disgusting things and trying to make us kids eat them, with the admonition that it was a delicacy somewhere on the face of the earth. In this category were things like kidneys and snails and endives and artichoke leaves, all basically unacceptable fare for someone under the age of ten.