tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35245004.post1588390072148889081..comments2023-04-26T01:58:57.059-05:00Comments on on the woodside.: *eating crow.K.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00883761673739517301noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35245004.post-25352158878828180492008-06-26T05:47:00.000-05:002008-06-26T05:47:00.000-05:00Can be but isn't always. Inside joke.Can be but isn't always. Inside joke.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35245004.post-75652939546675912852008-06-17T14:49:00.000-05:002008-06-17T14:49:00.000-05:00Wait, isn't msg BAD for you??Look Katie, I'm readi...Wait, isn't msg BAD for you??<BR/><BR/>Look Katie, I'm reading your blog!<BR/>Love ya!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35245004.post-13209133184636908942008-06-03T12:20:00.000-05:002008-06-03T12:20:00.000-05:00How exciting to see your endorsement of a dish tha...How exciting to see your endorsement of a dish that is simultaneously nutritious and delicious. Grains are so interesting and varied that using them opens up a whole new culinary world--like learning to use herbs. That said, the elation was dissipated by the previous writer's reference to your "food ordeal." I know that exaggeration makes for a better story but to set the record straight: You had spaghetti often, and with homemade sauce and fresh herbs. The pizza often as not had cheese and was heart-shaped on Valentine's Day, as were your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (red jelly, obviously). You guys had plenty of those but they were on whole wheat bread. You were deprived, for the most part, of the items you referenced as being on a "kid's menu". As toddlers you spent many lunchtimes at McDonald's (where else could my friend & I take 6 kids?) where you generally ate the bread and left the meat. You didn't have access to sodas but that's not uncommon, just ask my friend, the dentist's daughter. You suffered through homemade birthday desserts (whatever you asked for, including sweet potato pie and Boston cream pie) and boatloads of homemade Christmas cookies. And, thanks to your grandma, you endured blueberry pies, cakes and breads. Wouldn't I love to have a dollar for every pizza popover (ground beef, mozzarella, spaghetti sauce and Bisquick) I ever made! You even survived lobster for Christmas Eve. <BR/> The three of you are persons with a broad range of food preferences, as well. So at the end of the day, we took a different route from Mr. G's daughter to end up at the same place. Along the way we had extraordinary good health (except for allergies, hence the hiatus from milk and cheese for Laura's sake, who was one ear infection short of tubes) and no cavities. All I ever wanted was to give you a physiological foundation for a long and healthy life. What you did with that once you reached junior high school was your choice. At the end of the day, you always had homecooked meals whose primary ingredient was love, the MSG of life.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35245004.post-45176991189225696792008-06-01T14:12:00.000-05:002008-06-01T14:12:00.000-05:00oh dear! is it true? i have i stumped the great DW...oh dear! is it true? i have i stumped the great DWG? does this mean i must retire?<BR/><BR/>no ... perhaps i will just revel in the glory and use it as the wind beneath my wings to carry me to wal-mart, accursed bane of my existence.<BR/><BR/>and a wink and a nod to "interesting," my friend. interesting, indeed.K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00883761673739517301noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35245004.post-34251581473306250762008-05-31T12:50:00.000-05:002008-05-31T12:50:00.000-05:00I love reading your blog. Not only do a learn a f...I love reading your blog. Not only do a learn a few things regarding new culinary adventures, I usually laugh out loud at least a couple of times during each column. They're more fun than an episode of Rumpole! <BR/><BR/>And, for what it is worth, as a witness to your childhood food ordeals, I decided a few years later to allow my daughter absolute freedom at the dining table. At age 17 her current food preferences range far and wide. Fortunately, she is also very determined not to end up fat like her parents. Although it used to shock most waiters, grandparents and innocent by-standers, I don't think having ice cream served on her spaghetti did her any long-term harm! Her biggest food complaint these days is the difficulty of finding fresh soy beans at Publix.<BR/><BR/>Looking forward to some interesting meals together with the gang in Napa.<BR/><BR/>DWG<BR/><BR/>PS. How dumb can I be? It took a second reading of "fridge id" before I got the pun in the title. If I ever create a username on this site, perhaps it should be "clueless in ponte vedra"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com