YEAH!

They are tasty, it's the harvesting of the toes that's such a pain. If the damned kids wouldn't scream when I came at them with the pruning shears it would be so much nicer.

Breeders = Weirdos.

Well, of course. Consider the mechanism by which breeding occurs. What's all that about??

They are tasty, it's the harvesting of the toes that's such a pain.

That's why the preferred method of consumption among true aficionados is to nibble them on the vine. As a light hors d'ouvre, they're nicely finished off with a glass of prosecco and some fat baby belly raspberries. Gourmet and Cooks Illustrated are in full concordance on this, and I believe Alton Brown is planning a baby sampling show for midsummer.

I can't imagine a high school so big that there'd be people in my graduating class I didn't know. I certainly didn't know everyone in the school every year, but I could probably recognise a few years' worth of kids, and am moderately curious about many of them too.

Our class was over 400. I mostly knew who everyone was, at the time. There are no strange faces or names in my year book, at least. Last week, at Julia's Brownie Mother-Daughter Sock Hop, there were a ton of women who graduated the year ahead of me, in my hometown, who live here, now. I know one of them quite well, because she has kids in both Ben and Julia's classes, and our kids have the same pediatrician. We were picking out all the women from her graduating class. I saw one I graduated with, and said hi, but I think she memfaulted on my name (which was fine). It was there I found out a decent friend of mine from church grew up in my town, graduated a year ahead of me, and that I graduated with her brother (who I did know).

See, IMO, the best thing about going to a reunion is the people you barely knew. It's fun to discover interesting people who share a big four-year chunk of your life whiom you never noticed due to the blinders of youth.

I agree. It was also kind of fun to realize that people I wasn't close to in high school knew I existed. I grew up near a town line, and a lot of my hang-around friends were either older, or didn't go to my school because they didn't live in my town. I had a group of friends that were school friends in school, but they weren't who I hung with. During my senior year, I became close to my boyfriend's friends, but that got awkward after we broke up, which was just a week or so before we all went off to school or into the service, anyhow. The 15th reunion was a kick in this regard, talking to people I'd always kind of knew but never really knew well, and catching up with people I'd really liked at the time, but lost touch with, completely.

Well, of course. Consider the mechanism by which breeding occurs. What's all that about??

Heh. You read Mere Christianity, back in the day.

Heh. You read Mere Christianity, back in the day.

Hee. True, though I was actually thinking of Dr Tatiana's Sex Guide for All Creation at the time.

I wish people in my high school had been over themselves at our 15 year reunion. One snotty bastard actually held a party on the same night as the reunion. He invited some of his "cool" friends from our class and they just couldn't be arsed to show up with the rest of us schlubs.

Needless to say, he was NOT missed.

I only went because my twin sister was on the planning committee. If she plans the next one, I'm screwed and have to go, too.

JZ, I have a lovely two-month old vintage of Chateau D'orteil you may want to try.

Nope, never nibbled on baby toes, even Tickybox's. If I'd had the urge it would have been for naught as I'd have to somehow pry them out of Plei's mouth first. She's addicted, y'know.

well, dang, now y'all got me thinking about trying to find out about my 15th reunion. Though I don't see anything anywhere.