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Posted by dreamerz on December 28, 2002, at 8:48:00
Cooked with the heads still on...
Looked YUCK but tasty tasty.
Cat crunching the eyes.
Posted by Tabitha on December 28, 2002, at 16:38:25
In reply to Snapper Fish, posted by dreamerz on December 28, 2002, at 8:48:00
What a vision, you and your cat sharing whole fish. Yummy yum. I like to cook whole split trout that way, just dipped in cornmeal then pan-fried. Mmmm. Lately though, I've become lazy and am opting for frozen battered fish fillets. Just pop em in the oven.
Posted by dreamerz on December 28, 2002, at 18:23:26
In reply to Re: Snapper Fish, posted by Tabitha on December 28, 2002, at 16:38:25
Twas a gift from a chef..well , a retired chef , he became a crazy classic manic..I keep xperiencing new weird food.
I haven't the patience to cook properly I just put everything in one pan.
Posted by dreamerz on December 28, 2002, at 18:27:00
In reply to Re: Snapper Fish, posted by dreamerz on December 28, 2002, at 18:23:26
Posted by Tabitha on December 28, 2002, at 20:07:37
In reply to Re: Snapper Fish, posted by dreamerz on December 28, 2002, at 18:23:26
ooh, now i'm envious. you have an ex-chef friend?
nothing wrong with one-pan cooking. that's why my specialty is crock-pot surprise. all one pot, plus you can ignore it for hours on end without burning the house down.
was browsing at bookstore, I found a cookbook aimed at men, along the lines of "so easy even a manly he-man can do it". every dish involved canned meat, canned vegetables, canned beans, etc. including a whole chapter on recipes with spaghettios. but alas in the fine print they all required adding real food ingredients. so I abandoned it in the romance book section. maybe the manly he-book will cuddle up to the womanly she-books, and then ...
Posted by Gabbix2 on December 28, 2002, at 21:07:00
In reply to Re: Snapper Fish, posted by Tabitha on December 28, 2002, at 20:07:37
He will find her neurosis so intoxicating that he must woo her,feeling that he is in a foreign film and a romance novel, but then she cries for a reason he can't understand... once too often
and hsays roughly "What are ya getting all weirded out on me for.. GeeZ Woman I work hard everyday to buy you everything you want and now yer crying yer fool head off again.
And he has to go and run his head into a tree
cause thats what HE does when he's upset.
And then her paper gets all soggy and she ends up in the 1.00 bin outside the door and
he ends up falling for a stepford-wife woman who wrote a book called how to "keep your man satisfied"
Posted by dreamerz on December 28, 2002, at 21:25:43
In reply to And then » Tabitha, posted by Gabbix2 on December 28, 2002, at 21:07:00
about lovely~love , intimacy and whatever of two opposing books (literally~heeeha) on a dusty bookshelf..
Can I do the intimcy bit..although at the moment I'm rather overmedicated and typing this from outer space using telekinesis.
Posted by dreamerz on December 28, 2002, at 21:37:16
In reply to Re: Snapper Fish - a good title for a book » Gabbix2, posted by dreamerz on December 28, 2002, at 21:25:43
that the idea is a NoveL one.
Reading a book about a romantic affair of two books..
Jolly~Hollywood!
Nah..Now I've lost the plot.Shall I conmfirm post - and just click once , then go to bed?
Posted by Tabitha on December 28, 2002, at 22:08:12
In reply to And then » Tabitha, posted by Gabbix2 on December 28, 2002, at 21:07:00
or how about... she is at first intoxicated by his simple manliness, his one-word answers, his creative use of canned beans and spaghettios, the square set of his jaw, the expressionless face upon which she can project ALL of her most vivid fantasies. then one morning she notices, hey, his pages aren't even real pages, they're actually cardboard panels like a baby book. and he's shaped just like a can of beans! how could she not have noticed? and he doesn't wear white puffy sleeved shirts laced loosely at the neck, or leather breeches, or ride a black stallion like her ex-boyfriends all did. instead he wears plaid shirts and drives a primered 1982 El Camino whose interior smells of grease. and he spends every weekend watching sports and yelling at the TV. so one day she tells herself, if he serves me one more dinner based on canned ham and cream of mushroom soup I'm leaving him. and he does. and she does. and he ends up in the remainder bin marked down to $3.95, while she goes on to sell a million copies.
Posted by Gabbix2 on December 28, 2002, at 22:48:57
In reply to Re: And then, posted by Tabitha on December 28, 2002, at 22:08:12
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