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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I no longer know what I thought pigs in a blanket was, since all of the definitions sound plausible to me. Also? Icky. But that could be my DH's influence in not mixing milk and meat -- after seven years of mostly eating this way with him the thought of certain combinations makes me queasy. Fortunately, that queasiness does not yet apply to a good cheeseburger.
My delivery people showed up at 9:21 a.m. Not bad. And now I have pretty chairs.
DH keeps kosher, Sparky?
Totally, Andi.
DH keeps sort of kosher. Doesn't mix milk and meat, no delicious pig products, shellfish, etc. I have one cheap fry pan and one wooden spoon that I have promised not to corrupt with meat products (for his scrambled eggs) but have told him that there will be no other separations of dishes/utensils.
Personally, I believe it is a way for him to help justify his eating habits, which are generally those of a 7 year old boy. (Few vegetables, pasta, meat, potatoes, mac & cheese, no sauces or gravy, no soups, etc.)
I tease that I made a mistake marrying him, but really it just gives me a good excuse to go out for sushi regularly with my girlfriends.
Full of delicious nitrates!
That's me, rotting myself with artificial ingredients since 1961.
Though I prefer turkey hot dogs these days.
re: "White Wedding"--wouldn't it be horrible to have your big brother's biggest hit be something about you? I always wondered what went through George Harrison's mind whenever he heard "Layla."
no delicious pig products
#1 reason I would be a bad Jew or Muslim.
We have friends who have a Christmas party every year that features a delicious ham. I make sure we never miss that party.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm haaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmm
no delicious pig products
We can't have them in my house either because Hubby's violently allergic to pork--#1 reason I converted to turkey hot dogs. He gets nauseous smelling sausage just out of the fridge, much less cooking.
He used to adore ham until he lost his gall bladder about 30 years ago. It's amusing to tell waitresses "I would double-check on the pork-content of your casserole if were you, otherwise if you say there's no pork and he goes into anaphalactic shock, we're going to own you."
He could eat ham, even though he was allergic to pork? Immune systems are crazy.