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To: Rambi who wrote (52874)	7/2/2000 12:11:04 PM
From: E	Respond to of 71178

Your mother was wonderful. It was my experience that not making your sandwiches, doing your laundry, making your bed, or cleaning the toilet didn't preclude trying to control every aspect of your life, unfairly enough. My mother was raised in Brooklyn. I was raised in North Carolina. Sometimes the sandwiches my friends' mothers made for them were white bread and ketchup, white bread and mayo, or white bread and a mixture of ketchup and mayo. I myself felt that a bologna slice did much to raise the quality of a sandwich. Your mention of Yorkshire pudding reminded me that I used to make something I called that by dropping spoonsful of popover mix into roast gravy. I wonder if they still have popover mix. They don't seem to still have gravy. Sorry Gaugie.

To: Rambi who wrote (52874)	7/2/2000 1:03:24 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Skin on chicken makes a huge difference in my experience. And it can always come off at the table. I never could eat chicken skin. But I wouldn't remove it before the oven. A whole chicken has a certain flavor that can't easily be captured with pre-mangled bird parts. About that standing rib roat. Temperature sequence is EVERYTHING. I should find my "Cook's Illustrated" that neatly lays out the art and science of beef rib roasting. Do you know how the restaurants do it? (Well, part of it is they use untrimmed meat in this thick mantle of pure white runny goodness.) They briefly sear the roast to get that golden crust. Then they move these hunks of beef to a very cool oven with a steam tray - 160 to 200 degrees; we're talking Texas dashboard here, not even a "real" oven - for eighteen to twenty-four hours. This graduates the meat to this divine uniformly pink color and texture. Dang. I'm hungry now. Off to do some domestic damage control. Helen picked open a full diaper, and now there are these wet "breadcrumbs" all over the place. Hansel and Gretel would be proud.