It's from the '50s Betty Crocker cookbook, which is my mother's One True Cookbook.

I love that cookbook. When my older sister Liz asked for mom's cookbook collection to add to her own I was all sad that I was going to lose it, but then she told me that she already had a copy so I snagged it.

My current favorite is Mark Bittman's How to Cook Everything, but I tend to be a bit fickle. Ask me again in 6 months and I bet the answer will have changed.

Barb is even BETTER in person, as hard as that might be to believe. The last time I saw her was in Florida when Jilli, Pete, ND and I met up with Barb and her DH. That dinner was more fun than should be humanly possible.

The last time I saw her was in Florida when Jilli, Pete, ND and I met up with Barb and her DH.

That dinner was oodles of fun. That whole trip was fantastic, no surprise.

Hair dye has been rinsed out, Sweeney Todd is on the TV. I am sewing buttons on a jacket, and imbibing a mixture of the Sophia brand sparkling wine (fizzy wine inna pink can, yay!) with an added shot of rose liqueur. I am MUCH less cranky now.

Huh. I got robodialled by Danny Glover, who wanted to tell me about the conditions at the Smithfield Pork plant. Complete with background music.

Was it the Benny Hill theme?

no, some sort of tinkly piano stuff. i didn't listen to the whole thing

I am looking forward to the MEARANT.

No fair! She already has the meara named after her. (The quote and response thing. She started it. Back in the before time, on TT or WX or sommat. Point being, she already has a ...thing...named after her.)

Wait. There's Barb? Nobody told me there was going to be Barb--I'd have been here sooner.

Ahhhgghh. I just had to scramble for the remote to mute. There was a Gaelic soprano doing her rendition of the lady of the ban sidhe. Impressive pipes, but the neighborhood dogs are all howling.

Ginger is a most excellent neighbor.

Well, my neighbor is a most excellent neighbor too.

Beverly, you're making me laugh since I meticulously read the FAQ long, long ago when I was still lurking. I thought it was so awesomely written and funny and interesting. And the Meara thing I loved. So I loved the Meara before I even met the Meara and then when I met Meara I really loved both. And you don't have to call it a Mearant. But I'm gonna. It only applies to her rants, though.

Yours would be a Bevrant.

Barb! Whee!

Jilli, we are one in PMS and chip eating tonight!

raises hand

Though I was in Graphic Design class tonight, so I could not properly fume and slounge as is the ordained duty and right of PMS. I did glare daggers at the maladjusted jackass that a) stole my seat and b) ended up CLIPPING HIS FINGERNAILS in the last 10 minutes of class. Blech.

J, have I mentioned how much I am enjoying seeing your homework every week? It's inspiring.