Category: First course
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Worst of the Worst from the Front Dating Lines
“You talk a lot about your girlfriends, you know, how great friends they are and all. So, do you, um, you know, like them a whole lot? You know, like that?” “I mean, so, I just want to be your friend. I like you and all, just not like that. So, can we be friends,…
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Let’s Do Lunch
A former grade school teacher of mine and I reconnected what seems like a hundred years ago when she and I were substitute teaching in an elementary school. Turned out, she subbed in both my kids’ classes and loved regaling all the other students about how, “I taught sixth grade to their mother!” It also…
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Stumbling Along the Roads Less Traveled
I do not feed stray cats, especially in the Keys. Billions of them lurk around every corner, and someone (many someones) is always putting food and water out for them. They amble between tables at all the bars and restaurants, they wander neighborhood streets like they own it all, and they sprawl across sidewalks daring…
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Technical Trouble!
All my techno systems are functioning at 50%–on a good day. Have much to post, but just can’t get it on the Web in time before my computer gives it up. Trying, trying, trying to fix it. But it’s the Keys. All remedies happen on Keys time, whatever that means. Come back very soon!
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2009 Class Notes
RG Daughter’s college graduation day dawned sunny and warm, the first truly perfect Colorado weather day since winter gripped the mountains months and months ago and seemed as if it would never let go. Tulips and lilies bloomed orange and yellow in the downtown parks. Spicy red geraniums and soft pastel petunias spilled out of…
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Gluten Clarity
I haven’t been poisoned by gluten in a long time. I am beyond careful about what I eat, especially when I’m out. At my closest local bar/restaurant, I only eat fish tacos because I know they’re “safe.” Of course, the staff there totally gets the Celiac thing, and they stock a pretty decent gluten-free beer…
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How Stupid Can You Be?
“The orange juice in a mimosa is not considered a serving of fruit! You need to eat something!” said my girlfriend with whom I was drinking what was supposed to be my first meal in two days. “I have some soup I just made, no gluten at all in it,” said the cook from behind…
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When You Wake Up in the Morning
“Can I have some of your fries?” she slurred, then reached over me and grabbed a handful of French fries off the plate of steak and potatoes that Upset Waitress and I were sharing. We were starving. We were tired from work. We were drinking. We decided to order a big fat steak to make…
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Stolen Kisses Got Me All A’Twitter
It has been months–months–since I had a giddy, fun, quasi-flirtateous day. It has been months–and frankly it’s felt like years–since I kissed someone for the sheer fun of it. It has been forever since I simply had fun for fun’s sake and expected nothing more beyond a kiss when the day was done. Yesterday was…
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I am the Real Restaurant Gal
I went on Twitter for the first time a few days ago. And guess what? Some food writer in South Carolina is using my copyrighted name as hers. Nice. I contacted her boss to point out that my name and my site content is copyrighted. The boss said I should get a lawyer and deal…