On Thu, 5 May 2005 15:39:43 -0400, "Nancy Young" >
wrote:

>Ron makes pasta sauce say, every other weekend or so. It's not
>that I can't do it, but it's his relaxation. I just leave it to him. He
>pours a glass of Valpolicella, turns on the jazz, whatever, and
>chops away. I am most welcome to hang out and chit chat, but
>hands off the food. I've come to accept that fact of life.

Poor thing...

>At any rate, I have hinted and come out and stated, I want you
>to throw in a pork chop. He did it a couple of times, I was so
>happy. Really, it takes so little.
>
>Couple of weeks back, he surprised me with a few country
>style ribs to put into the sauce, I cried for happy. Skipped
>around the place like Snoopy. Could not wait!!
>
>Went back downstairs a bit later, he was searing off the
>chops. I stopped in horror, I swear I almost cried. NOOOO
>you don't cook the pork!! I went into a pout.
>
>(laugh) They were horrible. What was he thinking, he knew
>better. So, this weekend, he did it all over again, he said, I
>just put the country style ribs in raw, okay? YAY!!! Thank
>you. Spoiled brat that I am, but damn are those melted ribs
>damned good in the sauce or what???
>
>nancy

You lucky dog you... :>

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