i guess i will not call it good eats anymore, since somebody, probly brian, didn't much like the tzatziki----whatever, i wanted fresh tomatoes last night and, lo and behold, today, ms. hitchcock comes into work with a bag of beautiful home-made tomatoes---and promised to bring more---so i'm off to the store to get the fixin's for gazpacho---
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7/19/2007 06:25:00 PM
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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I don't know...garlic and yogurt...onions and yogurt...yech.
Maybe it's good, but that pic, while worthy of a food mag, turned my stomach.
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