Same Language
Hypertension aside… I used to love BLTs growing up… But my Dad, God bless him… used to make me BKWs for my lunches when I was a wee person. I don’t know why I couldn’t tell him that I HATED THEM… Soggy ketchup soaked white bread… mmmm appetizing for any 4 year old.
Some times we don’t tell loved one’s that we don’t actually like something because they have gone through a lot of effort on our behalf and we don’t wish to seem ungrateful.
Awww… they’ve found common ground! It doesn’t take much to get started. Here’s hoping this turns into a long, long, storyline! 😀
Pasha… Nail on head….
Pete… Food is always a good starter (wink wink) …
Might be a bit off topic, but I have to ask: is Randie a bit older than Skye? For some reason he looks a lot younger than she does (he almost looks like a teenager). Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I was just curious.
It was not my intention originally to make Skye younger than Randie… What has occurred is that he is less mature than our hero… I would say that she’s maybe a few years older… But much more mature.
My dad used to eat ketchup sandwiches when he was a kid. Just ketchup on white bread. Nowt else. Yeek.
/also can we stop spelling ketchup “catsup”, please? just because Jonathan Swift did it, that doesn’t make it right
Try fried (or better yet barbequed) bolonga with hummus on it. I used to get that as an appetizer at a great steakhouse called Jamal’s in Tulsa, Oklahoma.
My da’s favorite food in the entire world was fried bologna sandwiches, with mustard and ketchup.
He also loved Egg in a Basket –
Heat up a frying pan, drop in some butter.
Tear a hole in a slice of bread.
Place bread in pan.
Crack an egg into the hole.
Fry, flip, fry the other side.
My own tastes can be equally suspect….
The Auld Grump
Woah… I was typing as ML was posting… didn’t even show up on my screen ’til I was done… that means there are at leas TWO folks in the world that like fried bologna… surely, this is the end of days.
The Auld Grump – give me good old fashioned macaroni and cheese – the kind with real cheese, not the packets of orange… something.