Timelies all!
I'm sorry, Cash. ~ma for the best possible outcome.
'Smile Time'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timelies all!
I'm sorry, Cash. ~ma for the best possible outcome.
Back in the early 80s, my cousin was surprised to find that nobody she met in rural Florida had heard of bagels.
I saw a review of a bagel shop in New Orleans, from sometime in the nineties, where the reviewer explained to the readers what a bagel was. (No idea if it's still there. Bayou Bagelry, behind all the sports fields at Tulane. When I was there, it was the only place in New Orleans to get a decent bagel.)
I don't think it's around anymore, but there is Artz Bagelz! [link]
You guys, I just bought a plane ticket to Paris. I have decided fuckit, maybe I AM made of money.
Damn girl! When are you going to Paris? For how long? For just fun or an event? I wanna go!
Yeah, it looks like Bayou Bagelry never reopened after Katrina.
Damn girl! When are you going to Paris? For how long? For just fun or an event? I wanna go!
February, for a week. A friend of mine is living there for the academic year, so what better time?? I never went when she lived there before, and this is a sabbatical, so the next chance isn't for another however many years.
Until I left Southwestern Pennsylvania, Chinese food was La Choy chow mein. Polish and German food were common, due to our proximity to Pittsburgh, but beyond that, the Betty Crocker Cookbook was our menu.
Not Betty Crocker, but Fanny Farmer cookbooks.
When I went back for my mother's funeral, my oldest sister, who lived in the Bay Area, and I were discussing sushi, and all the relatives who had never left the rural county where we grew up looked at us a little funny. Apparently I can pass for cosmopolitan to the denizens of Greene County, PA.
OMG, the fact that I could visit Boston without fear seemed to mark me as 'cosmopolitan' in the white French-Canadian population of Northern New England. Shoot, visiting Manchester was deemed dangerous and exotic. My family might as well have been on a suicide mission when we headed to Boston. There was a lot of fear where I grew up of "large" cities.
I picked up a hitch-hiker once who was asking whether I lived in "the city" and he was referring to the capitol, Concord, which is a quaint small city, but really more like a middling-large historic downtown. He was a mountain dude. It's all relative, I guess.