Your post made me laugh out loud

Denise — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 15:04:18 -0500

My g/f has a retro-food blog where aspic is discussed and even seems to be appreciated. Frightening.

How fabulous that you behaved in such a grown up manner and have this memory to show for it. (I'm not an iced coffee fan and will now think of your story every time I see some poor fool drinking it.)

~Denise
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Strange Brew or More Traumatic Childhood Cuisine

TXPoppet — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 14:26:16 -0500

Ahh, coffee. That delectable brew. The morning eye opener. The afternoon pick me up. The evening relaxer. Coffee, ahhh. I am not a coffee snob. I delight in all of it's varied forms. With exception of burnt or poorly made coffee, I love it all. Serve it to me steamed, pressed, perked or brewed. Chicory? Yum. Espresso? Cappuccino? Americano? Yummo. There is one brew, though that I can not wrap my head around. Ooo it gives me a shudder to even say the words... "Iced Coffee". Eeewww.

As a small fry I adored going to visit the elderly relations in North Carolina. My favourite Aunt Nettie lived in a big columned mansion with a screened sleeping porch, working servants bells and real flying squirrels in her front yard. She was very delicate, beautiful and absent minded and I adored her. Imagine a red-headed Blanche DuBois before she lost her mind, wearing one earring because she'd misplaced the other and you have Aunt Nettie.

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