Of course chocolate’s a vegetable - it’s a bean, right??
And, lest I forget again, Congrats, mmmmmmmmmmmm!!
that makes it a legume - a whole different thing
[SIZE=7]**Congratulations,mmmmmmmmmm! **[/SIZE]
Well, it grows.
Like cows.
And glaciers.
And sedimentary rock.
They’re all vegetables, right?
YAY for mmmmmmmmmmmmmms!
LiLi, if Mr Lissar is a muscley man, you may trade him for the Miele… and assuming Driving Husband comes with his own car, I’m also willing to toss in the Dyson in exchange for him.
The Boy may not approve of this exchange, though. We’ve only got one spare bedroom, after all, and I’m guessing we can’t fit husbands into the hall closet quite as handily as a vaccuum cleaner. Plus I think that Driving Husband would choke on the dust bunnies, which is a distinct negative in my books.
We’re actually in the same neck of the woods. I’m hovering on the border between East York and Riverdale, on the corner of Yuppie and Gentrified. 
…and speaking of home, my ride just emailed me to let me know she’s on her way. Huzzah! Reasonable quit o’clock for once! zoooooooooooooom
I just looked it up. Cocoa “beans” are actually the seeds of the fruit of the cacao tree. So chocolate, but extrapolation, is a fruit, not a vegetable. Close enough, tho!
Ooh, speaking of brownies, I made some over the weekend using Baker’s standard one-bowl brownie recipe and then adding in a whole package of peanut butter chips. They were gooooood!
unrelated humor (well, sort of related - today is the first day of Passover)
As Moses and the children of Israel were crossing the Red Sea, the children of Israel began to complain to Moses of how thirsty they were after walking so far. Unfortunately, they were not able to drink from the walls of water on either side of them, as they were made up of salt-water.
Then, a fish from that wall of water told Moses that he and his family heard the complaints of the people, but that they through their own gills could remove the salt from the water and force it out of their mouths like a fresh water fountain for the Israelites to drink from as they walked by.
Moses accepted this kindly fish’s offer. But before the fish and his family began to help, they told Moses they had a demand. They and their descendants had to be always present at the seder meal that would be established to commemorate the Exodus, since they had a part in the story. When Moses agreed to this, he gave them their name which remains how they are known to this very day, for he said to them, “Go Filter Fish!”
Rosie – You’ll appreciate This sorta-passover-related picture 
Congrats! ems :D:D:D
Chocolate is definitely a vegetable. As are waffles and pancakes – I mean, they’re made of wheat and sugar, which are both veggies, right!?
Hooray EMS!
Anything that is not meat is a vegetable in my book.
First things first: one down, four to go!
Okay, now I’ve never played this type of game before, so bear with me. I also suspect I might not be very good at it! 
Once upon a time, there lived on the Dope a spritely leprecaun, who called themselves Paddy O’Furniture. This name strangely enough fit him to a T. Sometimes he played naughty jokes and randomly goosed the female MMPers. At other times, he smacked Beebs upside the head! It made life complicated for all the other MMPers.
One day, Paddy O’Furniture went too far and actually made it look like FCM had played a naughty trick. This got the mod’s angry and even vindictive and made all the MMPers shocked beyond belief yet defensive of FCM. The other MMPers were up in arms. They decided to hide. They set up the tent and had everyone go inside. This caused smirking amongst the other Dopers. They all exclaimed about the antics of the pranks in the MMP. The MMP became well-known throughout the interweb. The MMPers were happy and just went about their business. Their job here was done!
NB: There may be a doper named Paddy o’Furniture - this in absolutely NO WAY is related to them, if they do exist.
Thanks everyone.
I have downloaded the pics off my camera - I just need to get them uploaded to photobucket
I like that one!
Rosie- one my earliest memories is laying in bed before Passover listening to my mom grind fish for Gefilte fish (homemade from fresh ground fish)- I always called it “filter fish” because it squished through the disc on the grinder!
I liked your joke!
Congrats ems!!!
Best wishes, Mmms and Mr. Mmms!!!
(I know that looks grey, but it’s really silver!)
Howdy, all. Papa Tigs beat the crazy traffic home and took the Idiots for a walk around the block – to make Rusty pee; he won’t go out in the rain to pee, but will hold it nearly forever, seriously, he held it for 36 hours during a tropical storm once! – and now we’re all settled in for a nice evening’s veg. I assume supper will be et at some point, but we haven’t made it that far yet.
FCM, all I can say is that if you post your brownie recipe, it had better not have mayonnaise in it! <insert gagging smiley here>
Having been ignoring the news all weekend because I’m about up to here with all the political bullshit, I turned it on a little while ago only to discover there were two tornadoes west of us yesterday afternoon! :eek: Both were F0’s, so not exactly killer storms, but nevertheless they were genyoowine tornadoes! :eek: And one even tore the roof off part of a school – which then caused the sprinkler system to active, destroying the otherwise untouched rest of the school. :smack: I guess Rusty really had good reason to be nervous yesterday, eh?
Of course chocolate is a vegetable/fruit. Plus if you’re away from home, it’s calorie-free and fat-free. What could be better:
I guess I should go back to doing something constructive. Which mostly consists of beating Papa Tigs about the head and shoulders for the tasteless jokes he’s forwarding on to me from his friend George. George’s taste in humor is painful at best, and today he’s in fine form. :rolleyes:
Congrats ems!!! I can’t wait to see pictures!
I’m working until 10 p.m. tonight. sigh
My husband has forbid me from baking for a week. He says I’m making too many good things and he can’t leave them alone. I so want to make another pan of **Taxi’s ** brownies…those were the Yum.
My poor sweetie… he didn’t get out of work till 5 (2 hours later than normal) and he’s caught in traffic on 301 - he said 3 ambulances passed him. With luck, he’ll get to his turnoff soon, but he’s still almost an hour away. We’ll be dining at a continental hour at this rate.
Poor thing.
But that would have been more work for me. Really, now.
I like everyone’s contribution. We are an odd bunch here.
Class is over. I passed the time by messing with the head of Annoying Classmate Who is Distressingly Naive as to How Business Works. She also has a very big mouth and is MORE opinionated than I am (but not as smart or educated). She is fun to bat around. I am still nauseated and have no idea why. I am making dinner.
Oh, and instructor told us that we had an extension on our papers until May something and that now the bib has to be annotated. Gah. I am getting rid of this sucker tonight, if possible, tomorrow at the latest. Double gah.
No mayo, but lots of butter. Here’s the link. I used half sugar and half Splenda, to make up for all the butter… :eek: They seem to be pretty good, at least what I can tell from a few crumbs. It’s taking all my willpower not to snarf them all down.
weird double post. ignore this. 
Okay, back and caught up. Not that I’ve really done much this weekend. Cleaned up around the house a bit. Vacuumed my car finally–hasn’t been done in ages. When I offered to buy the car from Art Sister, she said “good, now we don’t have to clean it out.” I found six cents, a mini Lisa Frank notebook filled in with pictures, and a LOT of fossilized french fries. Now I know the vacuum’s crevice attachment works very, very well.
I finish up my hours for Archive Work this week. Cause for celebration? Not until I finish folderizing thirty years of correspondence and run one last check through the Freshman Comp stats.
Complicated Roommate told me yesterday he’s moving up to Asheville in a couple of weeks to set up a satellite office for his work. He was surprised at the vehemence of my displeasure. I don’t have the heart to tell him that I want to move up to Asheville to get away from him. He’s a good friend and all (yes, even after what he did last year. I get full schadenfreude privileges for life for agreeing to let him come back when he was deported.) but I want to get away from G-ville and all things that remind me of it. Which is why I’m hearing about a lot of the Creative Writing people wanting to move up there as well. :rolleyes:
I’ll wrap up this rambling by saying I finally finished and sent off the Great Comps Paper Rewrite. Thesisizin’ begins…soon.
Good luck with the thesis, Spaz. It’s been almost exactly a year since I finished mine. I remember by the end people were reduced to little more than lunatic zombies. They had a celebration at the local bar the night after the deadline and people were actually still too frazzled to drink much.
Er. Not to discourage you or anything.