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Maybe Karma is for real. We can hope.

The last time I was in Florida it was 28F In February.

The problem is that history defines which it is.

More truth than poetry or jest. She is right about bookcases. Loma Prieta emptied our extensive living room shelves. Paradoxically, upstairs cases that were aligned on the opposite axis held their contents while each moving 6 inches north.

My older brother was living in Alaska for that one. It "gave him religion", not that it was apparent afterward. I was born on the Central California coast so grew up with medium sized ones. Was taught to dash to a door frame. Now they teach you to "duck and cover", probably because there aren't enough door frames to go around. During Loma Prieta, I was firmly wedged in our back door, with dual egress.

Wow!

Went to our foothill sanctuary for some spring weather. Got it, but not as hoped. It started snowing as we arrived and dropped 4" in an hour. Husband shoveled the deck, but this fell overnight. It's snowing now. I was planning to pop down the hill to the village store for eggs, but that's so not going to happen now or maybe for several days as our road is not high priority of the snowplows.

This is brilliant! Works for travel to friends, to a vacation house...

Sure, it's not local but you can usually source Washington State dungeness for many months that our harvest is shut down. A small sacrifice to ensure the long range health of our crab and whale populations. When push comes to shove, my "corner store" offers picked New England crab to fill the irrational panic whim.

We've lived in our current home for 47 years. Turn of the century neighborhood of big unattached houses, back yards. Little turnover but massive renovations when houses are sold. On our block we have two Chinese and one Indian family, two venture capitalists and the city's best orthodontist. Husband jokes that we live in a better neighborhood than our neighbors because we don't have any poor white trash nextdoor.

Good grief! I went to school with his brother but never connected the two.

@MitchW Love your choices!

You here all week, right?

Same here. Google is the friend to more than callow food writers.

He who wrote about the disintegration of magazine/book editing. As in “Bright Lights, Big City”. Some 40 years ago.

You never read Jay McInerney.

There are no words

IMHO, only (or particularly) if your meat was too lean to start with.

Continuing the first world problem rant, supper last night was spam eggs Benedict. Again, quite acceptable. Currently en route home to a more complete larder.

You all speak of God’s country.

Reminded of an internet conversation in which two of us were looking forward to an upcoming meeting, I gave height and hair color. He responded with height and described hair as "skin colored".

Staying longer than planned in the country since weather is superb. Blue sky, no wind, mid-70s. But ran out of fresh proteins. So...Spam hash. Hey, it's really rather good, but then I've never met a hash I didn't like.

Just stumbled over this exhibit via PBS. Wow! Wish I could be there.

reReunion, the ex-husband (a professional) and adult daughter & family of our extraordinarily charming and accomplished hostess in Languedoc have lived in Reunion for over 20 years so I assume that there is a quite sophisticated French expat community.

American food mags have gone downhill appallingly. If you can read elementary French, like "menu French", you might look into 'SAVEURS" (unrelated to our SAVEUR) and "Cuisine et Vins de France". Both approachable while intelligent food and travel coverage.