On Sun, 11 May 2008 19:24:08 -0500, Melba's Jammin'
> fired up random neurons and synapses to
opine:

>Sounds like you're lucky to have each other. Enjoy it.
>Your story reminds me of Rob's grandfather, a very distinguished man
>with a small goatee and moustache to complement the twinkle in his eyes
>when I met him. I would ask how he liked something I'd prepared and
>he'd look at me and say, "I don't know. I think I need some more before
>I can decide." Alex rest his soul.

When my son was still in elementary school, his answer to, "How's the
_______?" If he really, really liked whatever dish I'd put in front
of him, he'd reply, "I can't stop to tell you."

OTOH, he was *not* an adventuresome eater and when he espied me
leafing through some cookbooks (as opposed to my old 3 x 5 cards, all
the old family recipes) he'd shriek to his sister, "We're having Julia
Child for dinner!" no matter what cookbook I was perusing. James
Beard? Fanny Farmer? Craig Claiborne? Joy of Cooking? Alice Waters?
Good Housekeeping Illustrated? It all meant but one thing to him:
Strange New Food. Horrors!

Terry "Squeaks" Pulliam Burd
--
"If the soup had been as hot as the claret, if the claret had been as
old as the bird, and if the bird's breasts had been as full as the
waitress's, it would have been a very good dinner."

-- Duncan Hines

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