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To: E who wrote (52855)	7/1/2000 10:54:29 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

You've got a wonderful platter! That's such a cute saying. And you've got a fairly decent husband too.

To: E who wrote (52855)	7/1/2000 11:13:49 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

<<When the ingredients for sandwiches are on the counter,>> When in '81 we were in South Dakota hunting my cousin and I were making sandwiches for four of us. He put mayo on one too many slices of bread. Oops. Scraped it off and finished the sandwich. The jerk who wouldn't eat mayo tossed the sandwich on the ground. Not only that but while the rest of us were eating he walked a swale and jumped 20 pheasants and missed with all 5 shots. All my fault somehow. Not as bad as the guy from Merrill, Lynch shooting off fireworks over my new colt tonight. Merrill, Lynch. Two years in a row.

To: E who wrote (52855)	7/2/2000 12:36:19 AM
From: Ilaine	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

For me the quickie problem isn't sexploitation, I thought it was a great idea the first time I read about it. But it turned out to be sort of like Gresham's law, which, as you may recall, states that counterfeit currency debases good currency, or as I paraphrase it, the bad drives out the good. In fact, the OK drives out the good. If one partner finds that he/she can get exactly what he/she needs quickly, easily, and without much effort, there really isn't much incentive to go to the extra effort of pleasing one's partner, is there? I think it's human nature? Or maybe I am just hard to please. But trading quickies for back rubs and foot rubs sounds good. I haven't had a really good leg rub since I was pregnant with Nicholas, and used to get terrible leg cramps. Of course, as you suggest, one thing probably would lead, or at least try to lead, to another, unless one made it very clear in advance that it couldn't. Or maybe what you are suggesting is a quid pro quo, rub my legs first. Cloves make good eyes for pear bunnies.

To: E who wrote (52855)	7/2/2000 10:53:20 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

N is wonderful, no doubt about it. But then--- to be fair- you are also wonderful,and do many nice things for him, if the following posts are an indication. (written with slightly suggestive, perhaps even lewd expression, on my face) I'd rather talk about food than sex. Probably because I can have as much of the latter as I like and very little of the former. My mother's idea of a salad was a lettuce wedge, too. Maybe that was considered elegant-- our moms seem to come from the same time period-- was your mom raised in New England by any chance? And we didn't get French dressing, we got something called Copper Pennies- a sweet and sour, tomato-soup-based dressing with carrot slices in it. I tried it once on the boys and they hated it. Last night I made My Mother's Chicken. I decided that since I can eat fat fat fat on this diet- (on which, incidentally, I haven't lost another pound in the last week) I would use chicken breasts with skin. They were really cheap; I guess no one buys them this way any more. I hadn't realized I was paying someone several dollars to tear a loose piece of skin off a piece of chicken. I'm ashamed, and have vowed to take over that job myself. Anyway, all my mother used to do was lay a few onion slices on the pieces, salt and pepper them, and cut some butter pieces over them. Bake. They turned out incredible. I haven't eaten chicken skin in probably 20 years. We have forgotten why our mothers were great cooks! It was because they let food speak for itself. I've noticed this on the diet. The food allowed is all unprocessed, very basic, very rich. I had never tasted an avocado until I was 21 years old. But my mother's standing rib roast and Yorkshire pudding were truly works of art. I have never even cooked a rib roast- the price scares me- what if I screw it up??? We were terribly spoiled- my mother used to not only make our sandwiches, but take the crusts off them and cut them into little wedges and squares. The flip side of that, though, is that she controlled everything about our lives. Everything. It's a wonder I was able to ever leave home and survive; I am positive she thought I wouldn't. I went off ot college having never made a bed, cooked a meal, done a load of laundry or cleaned a toilet. I think that's why I try to give the boys what seems to me to be so much freedom in their choices. I do their laundry, though. It's selfish; I LOVE to do laundry.