Funny, that’s why I like it here too- the positive response. No marriage proposals yet…
And funny, I’m from New England with a brief stint in California, myself!
Maybe we should check with the Sefaradi (sp?), or start a piding. “Yidiñol”?
Nuthin’ to see here.
I would, but bigamy is illegal both here and there… 
You’re too late. 
It’s called “Ladino” 
(And I know less *Ladino *than I know Yiddish. Which means, effectively zero…)
Mods please don’t kick me…
Spazzzzzz, for the dessert, would something like “salad of chopped-up red berries, pineapple and green apple in whipped no-sugar cream” work? The instructions are in the name.
For salad, Mom makes one with checks out Google images endives, I think the ingredients would travel well and the salad itself takes a very short time to whip up. She buys trays of 2-3 endives.
Option one:
Take the two outer leaves from each endive, put a bit of cream cheese on each, arrange artfully on big plate. Cut the endives in quarters along their axis, then each quarter in half against the long axis. Put some cream cheese on each. Arrange over the bottom leaves. Sprinkle pieces of ham and hard-boiled egg. Cut a lemon in half, squeeze half a lemon over the salad.
Option two, aka “YUCK Philadelphia!”:
Do the “flower” thingee. Chop up the endives. Toss the chopped-up endives with pieces of ham, medium-aged cheese and hard-boiled egg. Place the toss-up over the flower. Squeeze half a lemon over it. Tell the guy who complains about cheese that he can pick it out or go to a restaurant (ours isn’t lactose intolerant, just picky).
To make sure that the eggs are boiled Just-So (Mom doesn’t believe me, but for some reason my eggs are never runny and never greyed):
Place the eggs in the pot you’ll use to boil them. Pour cold water. Add a spoonful of salt, don’t be afraid to oversalt it cos you basically can’t. Put to boil. Time starts counting, not when you see bubbles, not when it’s boiling hard, but when the bubbles are just big enough to start moving up, and it’s 8 minutes (9 in Huesca or Colorado 
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Ladino is its own language, derived from Latin via Spain and Portugal. I understand it (there’s a program in Ladino in Radio 3). What I was proposing was a bastard of Yiddish and Spanish.
So, I’m a Yid (“Yiddish”) and you’re a Spaniard (“Spanish”)… Hmmm, I think I like your idea! 
At it again, huh, Noonie?:rolleyes:
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. It’s almost warm out this mornin’. Apparently it rained overnight too.
Ok, today is the day I supposedly go live and see if’n all this learnin’ took. It should be innerestin’.
Time for a little more caffiene and purtification. We’re goin’ to IHOP for brekkies so it has been decreed by ol’ y’all know who. Hey, he’s buyin’, so who am I to complain.
Later Y’all!
Waddyamean, “again?”
Like I’ve ever stopped!! 
I meant a different kind of bastard - if we ever made one of those I’d want you to change at least a few diapers before riding back into the sunrise!
So if I want to get out of dodge fast, I have to be sure to play “safe?”
… just in case, though, I’m actually quite good at changing diapers… disposable and old-fashioned cloth (with safety pins, yet!)
Three kids (and having had a baby sister as a curious 8-year-old, which is when I learned about the cloth ones…) will do that to you.
ETA: I only ever end up first when I’m **not **trying…
Careful, or you’ll go blind…
Ya only go blind if you try to do it without a helping hand from a partner…
Hey Lunch–
How are you feeling about the new Mayor of J’salem? It’s a pretty big deal, no?
There was a fascinating discussion of kitchen knives going on at the time.
Wish your friend luck for me. I’m sure she’ll have the second cutest kid I’ve ever seen; all of the ones I saw Tuesday definitely were.
Must. Go. Forage. And caffeinate.
It’s a pretty big deal, except I’m not too happy with him because he’s really quite a bit too right-wing and cozy with some of the Religious sectors of the population for my own comfort. Which are of course the traits that allowed him to get elected, so… :shrug:
At least he’s (AFAIK) quite an intelligent guy (successful hi-tech entrepreneur, yadda yadda…) – so I’m hoping he’ll be pragmatic, and smart about it.
Time will tell.
That’s what I heard/read about him too. Secular, but very right-wing. Hopefully he can do some good…
Up and caffeinating - well, partially caffeinated, that is. I had a couple of gulps at home, so to be continued here at work. Brekkies to be continued here as well - had a mini bagel w/salmon dill spread at home and will have something else here; what exactly is TBD.
Happy Thursday all - at least tomorrow is Firday. Wish Haze would return again and bring those Halloween pics.
She thought you were a nice young kid. Your story reassured her.
I had to push a Thunderbird down a mile of road first thing this morning due to overheating issues. I’m also finding myself in the role of peacemaker again. Huzzah. :rolleyes:
Work beckons.
Good morning! It’s almost Firday, praise the baby Jebus…
Yesterday I hurt someone’s feelings, but it was their own damn fault! Sorta. I still feel kinda bad.
There’s this co-worker, C, that nobody really likes. We deal with him beacuse we have to, and we’re civil. But I don’t want to hang out with him!
Anyway, I was making plans to have lunch with three ex-coworkers that have recently left the company, along with another guy here. I was trying to keep it on the down-low, because C has the tendency to invite himself along. He overheard the plans, and was all “When are you going? Where are you going?” Arg. I couldn’t invite him because the ex-coworkers *really * don’t like him, and besides, it’s my invitation! So when I hesitate to say where we’re going, he says all snottily, “That’s OK! I don’t want to go anyway!” This was over the cubicle wall so we weren’t looking at each other face-to-face.
Then when I get back, he says, “How was lunch?” I say “fine” and leave it alone. “Was W there?” “Yeah.”
Gah! You weren’t invited, dude! It’s partially my fault for letting him overhear me, but what can you do in cubicle-land?
Then this morning I say “good morning” and C says, “Good morning. How was lunch?” I said “fine” and have ignored him since. Which is what I usually do.
The custom is to pretend you don’t hear personal stuff when you’re in a cube farm, right? This guy always insinuates himself into your business.
/rant over/