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https://ny.eater.com/2024/12/9/24317273/frog-club-chumleys-liz-johnson-closing Don't fall over dead from shock.

Sietsema's out of a job. The NYT needs a reviewer. Math isn't my strong suit, but...

Gender transition?

You know who hates wasting food? Me. Me is who. I feel the congratulations of the universe every time I figure out how to use something it would be easier to throw out. Also, I am a little nuts.

I ordered 6 oysters and got 7, but the joke was on me, 'cause one of them was very not into opening, so much so that I had to throw it in the oven for some convincing. And then you don't really want to eat it raw, so I did something I've never done before: I made an oyster shooter. So. Now I have done this and don't need to do it again.

Greenmarket day, so oysters, tuna don, and a curried cauliflower coconut milk soup for warmth.

Finally used up the last of the dough I made months ago for some reason I don’t even remember. Spinach and potato pierogi with onion and sour cream.

Then you should pitch the NYT on this reanimation idea.

Reindeer = caribou

We will spare no expense to give you useless information!

How was the wait?

Maybe ice cream cones are meant to resemble giant salmon cornets. I remember three things from our dinner at the Salon in (counts on fingers) 2010. Those fish snacks, a squash agnolotti that tipped me over to liking squash, and that the martinis were $20. SCANDAL!

Boy, these interim reviewers are sure trying to burn through as much money as they can, while the burning is good. Maybe next week they'll reanimate El Bulli.

I've never had a problem with freezing pizza dough. You just have to let it sit out for a few hours before you bake it.

100%, because I didn't remember it until I saw it again.

I think you did well, regardless. But did anywhere you went swap your white napkin for a black napkin because you were wearing black pants? I do not recall ever having this happen to me before.

Closed when we went (yesterday). Sad face.

I feel like we’ve had this conversation!

Post pic of soofle to compare.

Not as much as the rest of my family did - too sweet for me. My NOLA gold standard biscuit (based on my limited experience) is Willa Jean.

We managed to get two restaurant meals in. I was very impressed with GW Fins, especially since I ordered correctly and was not tempted by anything deep-fried, which always makes me a little sick (this was my mistake at Herbsaint years ago, with the fried oysters). To whit, an MW-tini (minus the syrup). Snapper ceviche with habanero sorbet - I need to learn to make this. Pappardelle with scallops, snow peas and swordfish “bacon.” The menu description was a little different, but I have no complaints. As per @Evelyn, I sought out Murder Points and found them at Seawitch. We were tragically not able to go anywhere at happy hour, when oysters are reasonably priced, and thus paid a rather shocking $3.50/each for this selection of Murder Points (very good), Little Moon (meh) and Salty Coasts (my absolute fave and I would very much like to find these in New York). The horseradish almost burned my face off, and I have a high horseradish tolerance. And I cannot leave NOLA without at least one busy Mary. Like @Wilfrid, we also hit the Ogden and the CAC. I was not at all impressed with the latter; in addition to there not being much there there, what is there is not very good. The Ogden, on the other hand, was fantastic. There are several rooms devoted to Baldwin Lee’s work. And an equally stunning exhibit by Ewan Atkinson called The Neighbourhood Project that really has to be seen to be believed. At least look at the website, for heaven’s sake, because my images don’t come close to doing it justice. theneighbourhoodproject.com Until next year!

I guess my family just makes the food without re-naming it. There it is on the bottom right.

I’ve seen recipes for corn pudding on the box. Which is what you all are talking about.

Why do you call it this? When it seems to be a recipe taken off the Jiffy Cornbread box and made by people in every state. I think the first time I had it was when my college roommate (raised in Minneapolis) brought it to Thanksgiving in 1985.

Yay!