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Post by Admin on Mar 11, 2021 19:40:20 GMT -6
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Post by vitugglan on Mar 12, 2021 6:00:36 GMT -6
I'll take the twice-cooked potatoes.  Looks like a lot of work. I know things were different back in the 1950s. I vaguely remember the tail end of them. I'd still have a hard time with the Boss's Dinner if I lived back then. |
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Post by Admin on Mar 12, 2021 14:16:28 GMT -6
Thank ghod hubby was basically a blue collar worker! Guessing this Babish is a "foodie", considering that he seems to be turning his nose up at perfectly good (if a tad extravagant) food calling gross and weird.
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Post by vitugglan on Mar 13, 2021 7:18:45 GMT -6
My dad was a security guard with a beat. That's how I got some amazing toys as a kid - his rounds included Mattel and a place that made trophies. I had mis-cast cap guns and a Winchester Rifle, a Chatty Cathy whose one eye had broken so couldn't be sold, and a pile of marble blocks that were stained or otherwise unusable for trophies, with a larger discarded granite block, and yes, I did make palaces for my Barbie. Long story longer, we didn't have the boss over either. If we did, it was my dad who should have cooked. My mom made good gravy and good peanut brittle but dinner with the boss needs more.
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