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To: Rambi who wrote (59659)	4/8/2001 12:04:17 PM
From: BlueCrab	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

>>I'd even use my best paper plates.<< The ones you've only used once? Gawd, I'd hate to see SI go under. Even if my posting freq has gone dry, I still like to know it's here.

To: Rambi who wrote (59659)	4/8/2001 12:09:50 PM
From: Crocodile	Respond to of 71178

My Dear Divine Muff, Now, let us be truthful here. After dining out on fine French cuisine, can you honestly say that it is the best meal you have ever tasted? I have, in my days as a former resident of that most cosmopolitan of cities, Montreal, in La Belle Province, dined in many a chic restaurant. But I will state quite openly, that those meals are not the best I have ever had the pleasure of consuming.... No. The meals that stand out most in my mind are far removed from such fine eateries... Vegetarian chili and brown rice cooked over a campfire along the banks of a river... Assorted varieties of baby squash, and eggplant, marinated in herbed oil with mushrooms and bellpeppers and grilled over maple or apple wood out in my backyard here at the farm. Spending a long pleasant afternoon sitting on a blanket out on the lawn here at the farm, or at one of my goat lady friend's farms, drinking wine and munching on pot luck quiche, potato salad, or brie on baguette... while enjoying a few hours of pleasant coversation... No.. no beurre manie for this culture-croc... The experience is in the atmosphere and not in the food... Most sincerely yours, Lady Crocodile

To: Rambi who wrote (59659)	4/8/2001 12:33:30 PM
From: Crocodile	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

More.... Was just thinking about all of this "cuisine" stuff... A couple of years ago, some visitors from Europe stayed with us here at the farm for almost a month. Of course, it was all quite enjoyable. However, we soon became aware of some major differences in our ideas of fine eating. They were here during the hottest part of our year...late July and early August, when temperatures are in the high 90s on many days. In that kind of weather, our usual meals consist of cold salads, fruit,...cold, light meals late in the evening and accompanied by cold lemonade, beer or chilled wine. Our friends "tolerated" that food for about 4 or 5 days, and then decided to take things into their own hands. All of them were very much into French cuisine, and so... each day they would race off to the nearest large town to stock up on provisions for that evening's meal.... and then spend 2 or 3 hours slicing and chopping ingredients in the kitchen, and then basting and sauteing, and generall roasting themselves alive in my non-air-conditioned farm kitchen... to produce haute cuisine dishes which we enjoyed, but found a little too rich (and hot...temperature-wise) for our Canadian summertime meals. We finally said something...after this went on for about a week.... because we hated to see our friends spending all afternoon and evening in the kitchen... because, I might add, every pot and pan that I owned would be enlisted in the preparation of all of these fine dishes, so the clean-up duties were enormous. We would much rather have spent time out sitting on the Adirondack chairs under the maple tree, eating potato salad and drinking cold beer and enjoying their company, instead of washing dishes until 10 each night... and besides, we ended up feeling hot and uncomfortable after such rich meals. We would normally only eat like that in the middle of winter. (o: They, on the other hand, confessed that they found our cold salad meals "extremely peculiar" and that they felt like they would die of starvation if they had to endure them for 3 or 4 more days. It was the oddest situation imaginable. In the end, we decided that it would be every man/woman/crocodile foraging for themself and cleaning up their own cooking utensils after. Things worked out just fine. However, it was a rather good illustration of cultural difference in action.