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Errrr...No, you don't!

And to some extent our individual digestive tracts.

To quote Diana Vreeland, "I love good taste. Actually, I love BAD taste. What I can't abide is NO taste."

Getting back to the quote, I wonder if part of the "free-wheeling joy" isn't the ambiance of French diners rather than American. I often question if part of what I love about restaurants in France is that I can't easily understand the conversations around me, as opposed to being deluged with stupid patter in English. It's probably just as bad in French but I don't catch so much of it so it rolls off like ambient noise.

I am delighted to read that La Colline du Colombier, Troisgros' Iguerande country inn, has been sold to and will continue under a young family member. We have enjoyed several delightful stays here and remember it with much pleasure. Pastoral setting,comfortable if quirky accommodations, superb hospitality and delicious locale product meals.

Blistered green beans? Scorched Brussels? Padron/shishito peppers?

It's a way of life.

Glad to hear it from you. I've felt that way for years. But you have to admit it. San Marzano really has the PR going.

I scroll past ads. I can't even tell you the names of advertisers on sites I read.

A crab Louie that is NOT. Fox Nat would never disrespect crab in that manner.

Mindsets! Amazing. People who pop $5 easily for a single designer ice cream cone blanch at close to that for 3 oz of fine cheese.

Husband has been eating lightly for several months. Not wanting to look like a hog beside his dainty plates, I have served myself similarly and have dropped some 15+ pounds without trying. As I've preached for years, it's not what you choose to eat but portion size.

Er...right! As in meat pie, sandwiches, burritos... Some of us have eschewed carbs for decades before and without the strictures of keto. Keto certainly does work well and faster, but just saying "No" to gratuitous carbs is pretty simple.

Mid Century was dubbed SoNapaCino.

A negative trifecta.

I’ll see your ham and cheese and raise you a couple of slices half-sours.

Understand. I had a close friend who had ideas I couldn't handle. She, 100% Irish, was very anti-Irish. Her son married a Latina woman. Her granddaughter married an Italian. When my friend looked at her first great grandchild, she said, "I just can't identify with him. He's so funny looking. But you know he's only one quarter white." I knew I had to leave this friendship.

I've never understood the allure of Relais de Venise. Cattle call reception, cheek by jowl with tourists, just adequate salad, "steak" and frites. I suppose on a fomo basis, worth our one visit, some 25 years ago. But would I go again? Not bloody likely. The sauce I always considered a variation of Bearnaise. All well and good, however Bearnaise has always been good enough for me.

Much ignorance about the meaning of either. Same geo area now, therefore "interchangeable" mind set.

Thank God!

Making like St. Anthony's Dining Room this afternoon, split off a third of the ham, half dozen yams, dozen rolls, pint cranberry sauce, two quarts chicken broth (for dressing), pkg of frozen peas and a still unset chocolate cream pie. Son swooped by to pick up and Thanksgiving was saved for his brood. Husband and I gleaned the fridge and did just fine. Remainder of ham tossed in the freezer, with incantations of "Ho, Ho, Ho". edited to answer smallh, fortunately we were only 6 this year, so no others unduly inconvenienced.

We often serve Julia, Child’s chicken liver mousse, or rumaki pate with wine or cocktails before dinner. Recipes for both always requested.

Son just texted that d-i-l tested positive for covid. Guess the 12# half ham goes into the freezer. Had put off most prep until today. Procrastination sometimes has rewards.

Was told it was so diner would know it really came from that shell and not a jar or...

Mary Risley, one of SF's top cooking instructors, simplifies Thanksgiving in this irreverent video.