tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post5143032252025517432..comments2023-07-20T08:35:44.681-07:00Comments on A person named Eunice: What I didn't writeDarlenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02390374931911258822noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-91623238082166468982008-02-29T01:11:00.000-08:002008-02-29T01:11:00.000-08:00You order a mean Godfather's pizza and your microw...You order a mean Godfather's pizza and your microwave popcorn can't be beat. (Don't mind me walking down memory lane, please. It's so fun!)Jennifer B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/18027072144184440842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-73334969830486111122008-02-27T20:06:00.000-08:002008-02-27T20:06:00.000-08:00Yes, it's me again.Yes, it's me again.Mindihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03760042859318331198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-83198355632492811342008-02-27T08:30:00.000-08:002008-02-27T08:30:00.000-08:00Hey--is that Mindi R.??? Hurray for Berkeley peopl...Hey--is that Mindi R.??? Hurray for Berkeley people!Darlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02390374931911258822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-31985228092147632042008-02-26T09:21:00.000-08:002008-02-26T09:21:00.000-08:00I'm a horrible cook, too. Rachel Ray's 30 minute ...I'm a horrible cook, too. Rachel Ray's 30 minute meals take me an hour to make. My husband is a far superior cook. Unfortunately, I have to be the one to cook dinner Mon-Fri since he doesn't get home from work until 6PM. I love to eat and look at pictures of food that accompany recipes. It usually leads to me showing Dave the picture and saying, "This looks really good. Will you make it for me?"Mindihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03760042859318331198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-11775624849118084242008-02-25T22:28:00.000-08:002008-02-25T22:28:00.000-08:00There are no bad cooks, only small, um, actors. (...There are no bad cooks, only small, um, actors. (Or something.)Zinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01296527480464047161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-29392331383971579832008-02-25T08:31:00.000-08:002008-02-25T08:31:00.000-08:00Yeah, Dave, I always do burn the toast.No, Barbara...Yeah, Dave, I always do burn the toast.<BR/><BR/>No, Barbara, I really, truly am THAT BAD. (See Lapterces's comment above.)Darlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02390374931911258822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-14279512422534348832008-02-24T10:53:00.000-08:002008-02-24T10:53:00.000-08:00I'm not sure I believe that you aren't a good cook...I'm not sure I believe that you aren't a good cook. Perhaps you just need a reason to be in the kitchen. Here's a blog event that's right up your alley - <A HREF="http://briciole.typepad.com/blog/2008/02/edizione-specia.html" REL="nofollow">Novel <BR/>Food </A>. If you want, choose something fun and come over and we'll cook it together.Barbara Bakeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07693392821890218281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-70698555292922135622008-02-24T10:31:00.000-08:002008-02-24T10:31:00.000-08:00I'm not quite ready to own up to being a lousy coo...I'm not quite ready to own up to being a lousy cook, but it's definitely about a #3 on my list of priorities, and I'm in a life stage where I never get past #1 or #2 on my priorities list. (True story: one year in the little booklet about their mothers that the kids filled out for Primary, both Ike and Mabel listed, for the "best thing my Mom cooks," "rice krispy treats." Well, it's true, I'm pretty good at them -- except for that I broke the glass bowl I used to make them in the microwave, so I can't make any more rice krispy treats until I get a new bowl.<BR/><BR/>I would LOVE to someday be able to say that I'd written a book, but unfortunately, for actual topics I don't have much in mind to write about. (Most of my best fodder would be at least loosely based on my dysfunctional family life growing up, or my wild adventures with, um (I think I can say this on someone's blog in the comments where no one will ever see it) crazy mission companions, but I don't really want to hurt the feelings of any of the persons involved, so I just save those kinds of stories for private conversations.)Zinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01296527480464047161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-91772492273675406002008-02-23T18:23:00.000-08:002008-02-23T18:23:00.000-08:00Don't be ridiculous, Dar. You're a fine cook. That...Don't be ridiculous, Dar. You're a fine cook. That time you burned the garlic bread and filled the kitchen with smoke didn't matter a bit! (Whoops- there goes my chance at any future dinner invitations!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-32065697175723112502008-02-23T12:44:00.000-08:002008-02-23T12:44:00.000-08:00I feel exactly the same way about cooking. I love...I feel exactly the same way about cooking. I love looking at and collecting recipes. I like cookbooks. But when it comes to actually preparing a meal. Yikes. And I've seen your scrapbooks and I like the way you scrapbook. I can see how you wouldn't want to be the type to want to put a lof fluff on their pages. I wish I could garden too. I think the key is just practice. I don't feel like I have the time to put into cooking a good meal or whatever else I do to be really good at it.Marjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13437069864888330124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-9391601669735031432008-02-23T09:08:00.000-08:002008-02-23T09:08:00.000-08:00Ooooooooh, name the day, Scott!Yeah, Angela, it's ...Ooooooooh, name the day, Scott!<BR/><BR/>Yeah, Angela, it's Maralise-the-wonder-photographer's doing. Which reminds me, I ought to give her credit and link to her website on my blog. I'll fix that.Darlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02390374931911258822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-64407076098749333742008-02-23T08:25:00.000-08:002008-02-23T08:25:00.000-08:00And can I say how much I love that new photo on yo...And can I say how much I love that new photo on your blog. You look so dang happy, I love it.Anghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08026899563208525525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-70605596639491727142008-02-23T08:24:00.000-08:002008-02-23T08:24:00.000-08:00Darlene, you are a fascinating and fabulous writer...Darlene, you are a fascinating and fabulous writer, for Pete's sake!!!<BR/><BR/>And I'm with you on the gardening, especially. I'm an okay cook, but Forrest is better at it and usually steals my thunder--he truly loves to cook, where every once in a while I like to cook. And I like the idea of gardening, but really dislike the actual doing of it. And I've always felt that was a failure of my personality as a writer because writers are SUPPOSED to be gardeners, too. Something about being creative and willing to coax out beauty and having patience that should show up in my fabulous back yard. Instead, my mom gave me three cool tulip bulbs this fall and they sat on my desk in the kitchen for weeks and then disappeared. Oops!! (And I won't go on to say that Forrest, too, is an excellent gardener and that our yard is all his doing. Except I just did. It's like living with a male Martha Stewart sometimes. A male Martha Stewart who likes snowmobiling and bow hunting.)Anghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08026899563208525525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23774671.post-27234325212439374652008-02-22T22:54:00.000-08:002008-02-22T22:54:00.000-08:00I like to cook, Darlene. How 'bout if I come to y...I like to cook, Darlene. How 'bout if I come to your house and cook you a nice dinner? Teriyaki salmon with fried noodles and vegies sound all right? I can even talk right while I'm cooking.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com