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 : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (19582)	3/31/1998 7:29:00 PM
From: Janice Shell	Respond to of 108807

Every morning we had to eat a soft boiled egg or we couldn't leave the dining room table. Obviously your mother was a Satanist. Even mine, a woman of exceedingly strong character, never succeeded in making me eat an egg that wasn't hardboiled. Nor did she persuade me that oatmeal was edible. She did, however, revenge herself with what she (and her mother, an even more dreadful cook) called "Irish Stew", when it was "normal", and "Hungarian Goulash" when they added a quarter teaspoon of rancid paprika. A special feature of this dish was large chunks of fat masquerading as potatoes. Oh yes, they made me gag. And my mother tried to make me eat 'em. I still have dreams about taht...

To: Rambi who wrote (19582)	3/31/1998 10:55:00 PM
From: jhild	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Penni, I have to laugh about your breakfasts. My mom made poached eggs that I had on toast. In fact I preferred them runny. Breakfast was never the problem. Now dinner, that featured her famous Salvidor Dali vegetables, was another matter. I never knew that beans, or for that matter any other vegetable, could ever be eaten if they were not cooked within an inch of disintegration. We always had to eat what was served. I get the heaves thinking about those nasty things. "Cooked just the way his mom did" - I should hope not. Yeech. At least once a month we had boiled tongue. It was not so bad as long as it was carved in the kitchen. But it never was. So those meals were like sitting down to eat at an autopsy. Double yeech.