On Fri, 15 Aug 2008 17:34:40 -0400, Billy <Hereiam@hotmaildotcom>
fired up random neurons and synapses to opine:

>Growing up in Michigan, we stored MANY Thanksgiving and Christmas
>dinners on the back porch. It was colder out there than the
>refrigerator could get.

Ditto Minnesota - my in-laws lived in Minneapolis forEVER and when the
clan gathered at Thanksgiving and Christmas, the screened-in porch off
the "sun room" was an alternative cooler for the holiday feasts.

OTOH, my Alabama grandmother used to get up at oh dark thirty, cook an
entire meal (often including potato salad, coleslaw, fried chicken and
deviled eggs), laid out everything on the dining room table, then
covered it all with a big tablecloth. That was it for cookin' for the
day. The family was supposed to just graze at will. It's a wonder *no
one* got food poisoning, as this was Alabama in the summertime and no
A/C, fer cryin' out loud. Can't decide to this day if it was luck or
sturdy constitutions, as my grandmother made her own mayonnaise.

--

Terry "Squeaks" Pulliam Burd

"Some weasel took the cork out of my lunch!"

-- W.C. Fields

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