LBoz
Original Curmudgeon
You're one twisted puppy, babe...I guess that explains things.I used to have a "road-kill" cookbook. (Maybe I still do.) There was a wonderful looking salad garnished with pinks. It looked good!
You're one twisted puppy, babe...I guess that explains things.I used to have a "road-kill" cookbook. (Maybe I still do.) There was a wonderful looking salad garnished with pinks. It looked good!
You're one twisted puppy, babe...I guess that explains things.
Here is your comment to Roy today in your 'messages':
Ok, good...then I don't need to worry about how badly I've torn the puritan right out of your soul. I'm already on the path to damnation.
So, did you do the twisting?![]()
HOLY CRAP! You just made me choke on my transmogrification wafer!!Here is your comment to Roy today in your 'messages':
Ok, good...then I don't need to worry about how badly I've torn the puritan right out of your soul. I'm already on the path to damnation.
So, did you do the twisting?![]()
HOLY CRAP! You just made me choke on my transmogrification wafer!!
Fine. Go to my room!
I think the line needs to be drawn at those blasted Jacque Cam..cou..Cou...coustea...gah...help me out here, Dean....
And every cook can claim at least one disaster (often more), .
Spoken like a true Northerner, When I lived in Texas one of my bosses was telling me about how awesome his homemade chilli is...so being an aficionado, I asked for the recipe as he was reciting it I asked him what kind of beans, expecting the answer to be kidney, everyone there turned to look at me like I was crazy, "What d'ya mean, what beans?" he said.When it comes to chili, it is usually the beans, not the spices, that cause the most problems for people in the chili-eaters vicinity.
Mother's day, must have been 11-12. I thought a HUGE pancake would be a great present, so I filled a pan to the brim with batter. Let me tell you, not easy to do. Oh yeah, and another Mother's day, 8-9. I though I would make my mom breakfast on one of those corded electric pan things. I couldn't unplug the pan properly, so I tried prying it out with the metal spatula... Thank god for the rubber handle, because sparks flew. So now I don't even bother cooking on Mom's day, and it's not because I'm a jerkFather's Day, I must have only been 6 or 7. Made my Dad breakfast, scrambled eggs, the whole deal. Used sugar instead of salt :eek1:
Great thread, Lucillle.Really. I was considering some of the personalities that are often criticized on internet communities. Some of the criticism is justified, yet sometimes, people are what they are. Newbies with newbie questions. Portentious announcements. Spoor from drama llamas.
But, how boring would a community be if only the following responses were permitted:
"Nice snake"
"Look it up"
Pot stirrers keep us from sticking to the sides of the pot, and newbies make the broth richer. And all the other personalities have their place, too.
In my opinion both the master chefs (the mods) and the community members of a good community develop a taste test that distinguishes between pleasantly spicy and inedible (of course the Cajuns cross that line all the time)
I'm not saying it's always easy, but it takes all kinds.
Thanks. Kids today are exposed to too much transmogrification as it is. There's cable, internet, Wonder Woman reruns on Hulu. Where do we draw the line?
OMGosh, I know a place just like that. Check it out!Well my idea of a perfect community would have just the right number of mods, old timers, newbies, maybe a troll for fun every now and again. Plus those that are young and still learning but are not "newbies".