tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post8088914470200453493..comments2023-11-05T04:38:37.751-06:00Comments on Wistful Wanderlust: Just Call Me Bettypiscesgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12279344142538980436noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post-21213380103930689172007-08-30T17:15:00.000-06:002007-08-30T17:15:00.000-06:00k- I always thought I'd need to marry a man who co...k- I always thought I'd need to marry a man who cooks, and my hubby does have an uncanny knack for tossing scavenged fridge tidbits into a skillet and it tastes darn good, but otherwise he doesn't really cook. Guess you could say my hand was forced and I got all "a good mama cooks for her brood" despite myself. <BR/><BR/>and silvia- you wouldn't kill anyone, though for a minute there I worried you meant if you didn't win... btw, have you met my friend Joan? ;)piscesgrrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12279344142538980436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post-28643763866502951242007-08-27T20:21:00.000-06:002007-08-27T20:21:00.000-06:00Wow! I had no idea you had such skills! Not to men...Wow! I had no idea you had such skills! Not to mention judging. Ok, remind me not to enter any canned or baked goods at any fairs, ever. I'm afraid I'd kill someone. :) Well, not with the baked stuff. You go grrrl!Silviahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18258194238677454294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post-35704742723356622582007-08-20T22:47:00.000-06:002007-08-20T22:47:00.000-06:00This post reminded me of when I was a teenager, an...This post reminded me of when I was a teenager, and my mother belatedly and with alarm tried to convince me to let her teach me how to cook. When I told her "no thanks" she said, "What will you do when you get married and your husband expects you to cook?" I answered, naturally, "I'll marry a guy who cooks." Which I did, rather fortuitously (and accidentally, really, but don't tell my Mom). He also makes insanely good chocolate chip cookies. Now THAT'S job security.K.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04650831310658205416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post-56029141943243849292007-08-20T12:44:00.000-06:002007-08-20T12:44:00.000-06:00Ply me with homemade goods and I'll pull some stri...Ply me with homemade goods and I'll pull some strings....piscesgrrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12279344142538980436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post-18579450572644409832007-08-15T23:01:00.000-06:002007-08-15T23:01:00.000-06:00the peaches I canned last night were blue ribbon q...the peaches I canned last night were blue ribbon quality-no false modesty for me! I've often wanted to enter my stuff into the ring despite the nail biting tension. who gets to see all the luscious jeweled jars of yummy goodness except me since they're all hidden away in a dark cavern in the basement. PLF I'd like to pair up a killer combo - your wheaty wonders and my willow raspberry (black or red) jam at the fair - a sure winner...or we kill the judgejoaniejihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09896461175253517064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27398888.post-62611980068346103692007-08-15T16:40:00.000-06:002007-08-15T16:40:00.000-06:00Hey there Betty - that was wonderfully amusing . ....Hey there Betty - that was wonderfully amusing . . . I have been tempted over the years to enter my "daily bread" at the fair, but knew that the minute I did it, that would be the day they baked up flat and wrinkly, tough and dry rather than warm, brown, rounded and toothsome . . .I can hear your judging comments now!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com