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Post by helencrump on Mar 4, 2016 11:45:07 GMT -6
Yesterday i ran to pick up work lunch and supper, and saw some lovely spring paper plates and napkins with tulips on them. I grabbed a couple packages to brighten my lunch breaks What? You dont have a million famtastic ideas for a centerpiece? Lol, im sure it wont be long before inspiration strikes!
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Post by helencrump on Mar 4, 2016 11:48:32 GMT -6
I had a job like that when I was a freshman. We started by serving trays of drinks and hor'dourves. We also served and cleared for the meal, and then served after dinner drinks. The parties were themed, and the one i remember the most was St. Patrick's Day. Some of the drinks were green. And there was a lot of champagne! One of the girls was sneeking drinks of champagne, and i was worried we would all get in trouble. My friend broke some glass thing that went to the percolator. She was so afraid she would get in trouble even though it was an accident. The hostess was fine about it. We even offered to pay for it but she refused. Every time I pass the house we served at, I think of that night. Isnt is weird how we have certain memories that come to mind when we pass by a building, or are performing a certain task?
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Mar 4, 2016 12:02:10 GMT -6
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Post by antamaleen on Mar 4, 2016 12:02:10 GMT -6
Like laughing so hard, you start choking on your drink. You can no longer breathe and getting ready to blackout. So your body takes over and you spit your drink clear across the table. Does that qualify? Lol! And hopefully not coming out of the nose. No. Managed to keep it out of the nose. Lol!
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Mar 4, 2016 13:28:42 GMT -6
Post by dog on Mar 4, 2016 13:28:42 GMT -6
The recent discussion of table etiquette reminds me of a famous advertisement for a book on etiquette. Written back in 1919, the ad depicts a perplexed young woman and shows her thinking as she sits across a restaurant table from a date she would like to impress. Uncertain as to the pronunciation of most of the items on the menu and worried about how to handle the array of silverware, she thinks: “I better order chicken salad again.” The ad was very effective, but it had an unintended consequence: ordering chicken salad became a nation-wide joke and it was dropped from many menus. I couldn’t figure out how to download the ad, but it can be found at www.infomarketingblog.com/images/Again_She_Orders_A_Chicken_Salad_Please.pdfI am getting into the etiquette discussion sorta late. I am not a hillbilly nor am I part of the upper crust. I really couldn't care how other people eat or if I use the proper utensils in the correct order. As long as they aren't eating like pigs or I am eating like I pig, I don't waste my time critiquing their eating etiquette. If they want to waste their time worrying about how I eat, well then, frankly, I feel a little sorry for them.
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Mar 4, 2016 13:31:07 GMT -6
Post by capncrunch on Mar 4, 2016 13:31:07 GMT -6
The recent discussion of table etiquette reminds me of a famous advertisement for a book on etiquette. Written back in 1919, the ad depicts a perplexed young woman and shows her thinking as she sits across a restaurant table from a date she would like to impress. Uncertain as to the pronunciation of most of the items on the menu and worried about how to handle the array of silverware, she thinks: “I better order chicken salad again.” The ad was very effective, but it had an unintended consequence: ordering chicken salad became a nation-wide joke and it was dropped from many menus. I couldn’t figure out how to download the ad, but it can be found at www.infomarketingblog.com/images/Again_She_Orders_A_Chicken_Salad_Please.pdfI am getting into the etiquette discussion sorta late. I am not a hillbilly nor am I part of the upper crust. I really couldn't care how other people eat or if I use the proper utensils in the correct order. As long as they aren't eating like pigs or I am eating like I pig, I don't waste my time critiquing their eating etiquette. If they want to waste their time worrying about how I eat, well then, frankly, I feel a little sorry for them. Or have more dishes to clean.
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Post by Anonymous on Mar 4, 2016 14:53:34 GMT -6
My friend broke some glass thing that went to the percolator. She was so afraid she would get in trouble even though it was an accident. The hostess was fine about it. We even offered to pay for it but she refused. Every time I pass the house we served at, I think of that night. Isnt is weird how we have certain memories that come to mind when we pass by a building, or are performing a certain task? Yes! lol I peel potatoes using a knife. I never use a peeler. One day when I was a teen my friend was over. My sister and I were peeling potatoes for dinner. She looked at how much of the potato we wasted and said, "My dad would kill me if I wasted that much potato!" Hahaha. I think of her every single time I peel potatoes. So does my sister. Every time!
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Mar 4, 2016 19:31:53 GMT -6
Post by helencrump on Mar 4, 2016 19:31:53 GMT -6
Isnt is weird how we have certain memories that come to mind when we pass by a building, or are performing a certain task? Yes! lol I peel potatoes using a knife. I never use a peeler. One day when I was a teen my friend was over. My sister and I were peeling potatoes for dinner. She looked at how much of the potato we wasted and said, "My dad would kill me if I wasted that much potato!" Hahaha. I think of her every single time I peel potatoes. So does my sister. Every time! Lol.
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Post by roman on Mar 4, 2016 20:03:47 GMT -6
Yes! lol I peel potatoes using a knife. I never use a peeler. One day when I was a teen my friend was over. My sister and I were peeling potatoes for dinner. She looked at how much of the potato we wasted and said, "My dad would kill me if I wasted that much potato!" Hahaha. I think of her every single time I peel potatoes. So does my sister. Every time! Lol. Somehow, we lost our peeler. When I peel a potato with a knife, I end up with something that looks likes an acorn.
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Post by helencrump on Mar 4, 2016 22:50:28 GMT -6
I dont have a preference, as long as they're peeled. The last 2 times i bought potato based salads at a deli in Champaign, (potatoes still had skins) there was grit in them. The first time, i thought it was a fluke. The second time, was the last time i purchased their salads made with skins left on. This is also the reason i won't eat the skin of a baked potato, unless i myself scrubbed it and baked it. Theres nothing worse than eating sandy DIRT! gag
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Mar 10, 2016 6:41:36 GMT -6
Post by capncrunch on Mar 10, 2016 6:41:36 GMT -6
If anyone goes to Wisconsin Dells area, I would suggest a place called Moose Jaw. Very good food. Everything is homemade, including the soda. Good portions. FOod was great.
Pizza Pub in Wisconsin Dells, I would not recommend. My family and I did not care for that place, at all.
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Post by roman on Mar 10, 2016 16:59:36 GMT -6
Even dogs like Chicken Vesuvio.
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Mar 10, 2016 17:25:28 GMT -6
Post by dive61364 on Mar 10, 2016 17:25:28 GMT -6
you have to help him up to eat roman lol.
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Post by roman on Mar 11, 2016 8:43:36 GMT -6
Three mooches.
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Post by roman on Mar 14, 2016 6:27:37 GMT -6
Several years ago, our daughter took my wife and I to some place in Springfield, Illinois which sold pork wings. Much larger than chicken wings, they tasted like ribs. Although we have found how to purchase them online, we have not found any restaurants near us which sell them. I don't know why they have not become popular. They are a good substitute for ribs and are not as messy. www.eatpigwings.com/
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Post by helencrump on Mar 20, 2016 10:34:49 GMT -6
My 2 youngest will be home for Easter weekend. Im cooking. I havent cooked a meal since last Easter, probably. Lol. My family loves ham gravy. My mouth is watering thinking about it.
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