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That is my one concern. He just called and sounded orders of magnitude better, mentally as well as physically. He had actually walked today, was sitting up, seeing possibilities, unbelievable only this morning.

It certainly is in character.

Husband is in UC Neurological ICU after a moderate stroke on Sunday evening. IMHO he is getting superb attention and treatment. He is railing about limitations and restrictions. His mind is good and his speech is intelligible but his left side is severely affected, and the stability of his vitals varies. He is such a "doer" and get things done person, impatient by self-definition, that any obstacle to improvement is himself at this point. It is hard for him to look past today's limitations toward a satisfying future. His "vitals" must be completely stable before PT is viable.

Pretty sure their barmate got them the table. As I've written, we used to go to Rao's when our son was in school there. Like hot tables today, I would call a month or so in advance. And Frankie took some amusement in our name, its play on Pelegrino, and my persistence. He called us his San Francisco cousins.

Hotel breakfast in Prague was insane! Hot, cold, meat, cheese, charcuterie, fruit, vegetables, sweet and savory breads!

Unless you’re looking to ape Red Lobster, I’d save that collection and stick to lemon.

Like when an inferior product is going to screw up something prime.

Like this...

I have success most of the time using the blunt end of a church key, prying under the edges until the seal pops. Only work on pickle -typs jars.

I had an older friend who had trouble opening jars and would have a whole line of them on her counter, waiting for me anytime I was expecting to come over. I told her that when we went shopping, she should separate jars that she was going to be opening immediately at home and ask the checker to open them for her and then close them again so that they would not be sealed when she got home. then we go to Safeway, and she presents the checker with several jars which he good nature takes and start struggling and struggling and struggling, and cannot open one of them, which he then takes to another checker who has the same trouble. Finally the third one is able to open it and bring it back to her. They were seriously embarrassed.

I never think of Otto without lovingly thinking o Meredith Kurtzman.

You get real food? I get clear liquid and green jello!

Brava! 100% sorrel, not 90% spinach to create color!

Don’t laugh. Son left a glue trap in his place in the country to get rid of a rat that had evaded other traps for months. He instead caught two snakes.

Make sure that your house has no secret entries for them. Lizzie, whom many of you may remember from early food forums, had a family that regularly invaded her house through the doggie door. They regularly ransacked the kitchen, opened sealed packages of cookies, etc and sampled or devoured any food left out. She referred to them as the Gambini gang, and ridded them only by eliminating the door which inconvenienced their small dogs.

D-I-I’s mother is in rehab facility after serious fall. And, yep, now has COVID. Walnut Creek, NorCal.

I think you're amazing! Sleep well.

Good maxim. Too many people choose multiple beans per pod because of the pod waste, and by doing so wind up with large, over the hill favas.

I have no words for this kind of ignorance and selfishness. Tell N how sorry we are.

Lovely wedding photo! Thanks.

Problem is that it isn't a sentence.

And, yes, never buy fat pods.

The way we serve peas at home. In a bowl on the kitchen table, with second bowl for pods. Help yourself.

My italian sister-in-law once brought my mother a 50lb sack of baby artichokes for Mom to can for her, "because Mom did things so easily". Bad, bad, bad! But worse when she left not a pint when she picked up the cases of product.

Favas are in that category of foods I will make for husband and me but not for "company". I don't want my guests to feel beholden. Or, actually, I would want them to!