My DH's grandmother, who used to cook for him growing up, made three separate dinners every night that catered to the various family members likes/dislikes. It did not make him an easy guest, let me tell you.
But since Stockholm was so likely to include seafood, and shrimp is all over the place, we just had this issue come up. As much as he would like to tell his hosts he doesn't like fish, it's rude to do so. (Miss Manners adds the caveat that you can refuse food you don't like if it will make you puke.)
Miss Manners made a famous exception for lobster, in the face of a young relative finally admitting that he can't eat things that look like jillifonts, and she called the exception good because she really loves lobster salad and was more than happy not to waste expensive food and use the leftovers later. Though that was at a private function.
As much as he would like to tell his hosts he doesn't like fish, it's rude to do so.
Yes indeed. And what if someone took your four approved ingredients and STILL made something you didn't like? You just suck it up.
Miss Manners made a famous exception for lobster, in the face of a young relative finally admitting that he can't eat things that look like jillifonts, and she called the exception good because she really loves lobster salad and was more than happy not to waste expensive food and use the leftovers later.
Ah yes -- as a child, I only got one chance to refuse lobster salad. From then on, I got tuna. (I'm still not big on lobster, but am willing to eat it. But still, why bother?)
Bob Costas is finally taking a sick day for his eyes: [link]
(Can you tell I don't feel like working? Heh.)
I don't feel like working either, or like getting dressed and going to work and then working.
I suspect I may be late today
Bob Costas eyes are awful looking. Initially, I thought he had a stroke. Alas, he's missing a good opportunity to go on a world broadcast with an eye patch, imitating a pirate.
Did Jilli see these tiny baby bats?
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I suspect I may be late today
And I was, but not just because I didn't want to get off the sofa. I made it as far as the shower and had shampoo on my head when the doorbell rang, which I ignored, until the door pounding started, so I wrapped up in a couple of towels and answered, only to find one police officer at the door and 2 or 3 others on the lawn. They were looking for Vincent, who I guess used to live in my house (I get mail for him some times), and seemed to believe I wasn't him, so they didn't stay long.
I think the towels helped.
Aw, Shirley Temple died. I adored her movies beyond all reason when I was a kid. Still like them, I have to say.
