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LOML and Tabbouli Royalty
In article >,
(Leila A.) wrote:
> Cindy Fuller > wrote in message
> > >
> > > Leila
> > > old timer
> > > used to be the Tabbouli Princess but by popular request have retired
> > > the nickname.
> >
> > Have you ascended the throne to Tabbouli Queen?
> >
> > Cindy
>
> Har har to you and to Barb too.
>
> Firstly, I must most abjectly apologize to Her Jamness, Barb the Queen
> of Fruit Preserves, because I did NOT remember that She bestowed LOML
> upon my dearest husband. "Folks" was my vague wave of the hand towards
> whomever. Barb was right to take offense, for this grave error of mine
> I am deeply sorry.
>
> (Was that enough groveling, Barb?)
>
> Secondly, no, I never make tabbouli since my dad moved to my county.
> He makes it so often that my 4 year old thinks that's what you eat at
> Jiddi's house (Jiddi = my grandpa in Arabic). He makes it for all my
> parties, too, so I have gotten out of the habit completely.
>
Sounds as if Jiddi has the realm of tabbouli all to himself these days.
Is your mother still the spoonbread queen?
OB food (as opposed to royal titles): Tonight I made a Vietnamese
noodle bowl with shrimp and lemongrass. Nothing unusual, except that
the cilantro, mint and basil all came from my humble little front yard
garden. The mint is going berserk, the cilantro is commencing to bolt
in the Seattle heat (but I'll plant more after the 4th), and the Italian
basil has an edge over the Thai basil at this point.
Cindy
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C.J. Fuller
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