At various times of my life, I have rubbed elbows with the very privileged. One of them told a story about a luncheon at their home where a school friend referred to a lobster in aspic dish as "wicked Jello".
I feel the friend had the right of it.
From my youth I recall a casserole of rice and canned tomatoes topped with cheese. I do not recall liking it much.
But it was better than green bean casserole. * shudders *
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Oh! Then there was the time my mom was frying liver (nightmare right there), the thing started flapping about in the pan, throwing hot grease all over me. My hand to God, the thing flopped out of the pan onto the floor. My big brother pinned it with a butcher knife. This may explain my interest in knife-throwing.
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I feel the friend had the right of it.
From my youth I recall a casserole of rice and canned tomatoes topped with cheese. I do not recall liking it much.
But it was better than green bean casserole. * shudders *
L
Oh! Then there was the time my mom was frying liver (nightmare right there), the thing started flapping about in the pan, throwing hot grease all over me. My hand to God, the thing flopped out of the pan onto the floor. My big brother pinned it with a butcher knife. This may explain my interest in knife-throwing.