tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post1955974397422870064..comments2023-08-15T11:03:58.591-04:00Comments on Adventures in Sparkland: Dinner with the advisorSparkling Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12799366562472325812noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-64763528426083802842008-06-07T09:52:00.000-04:002008-06-07T09:52:00.000-04:00Keera: Thanks! :-)Nilsa: I hear you. I've learn...Keera: Thanks! :-)<BR/><BR/>Nilsa: I hear you. I've learned more Yiddish from Ken than I ever knew, after he worked for a Jewish boss for a few years. Ken's not Jewish, but he's a better Jew than me! ;-)Sparkling Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12799366562472325812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-7780144863188371232008-06-06T13:32:00.000-04:002008-06-06T13:32:00.000-04:00That story is hilarious! Especially because I'm wo...That story is hilarious! Especially because I'm working with an intern who keeps kosher. And I, being the very bad Jew, have learned so much from him in just a few weeks time!Nilsa S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/11960351638623857751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-29746714963953027552008-06-04T14:19:00.000-04:002008-06-04T14:19:00.000-04:00Ken is a very smart man. Which also means you are ...Ken is a very smart man. Which also means you are a very smart woman.<BR/><BR/>And yes, thank you, I'd love some roast beef.Keera Ann Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07466103379725251225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-37852218792064645202008-06-04T11:47:00.000-04:002008-06-04T11:47:00.000-04:00Tink: I have the perfect gift idea for Hoop's nex...Tink: I have the perfect gift idea for Hoop's next birthday: a meat probe. You stick it into the meat and it tells you the internal temperature. I probe everything at home. Although if I go to someone else's home I'll eat whatever they put in front of me. I've even eaten undercooked chicken and lived to tell the tale (didn't get sick- phew!)<BR/><BR/>Aurora: As it happened, my mom put the core of the roast back in the oven... and forgot about it. She remembered with a start at the very end of the evening, and thought she must have turned it into a log of charcoal. But of course it was fine.<BR/><BR/>Jenski: Yeah, I'm kind of jealous that I was stuck in the dining room making serious conversation while they were up to shenanigans in the kitchen. :-)<BR/><BR/>Conversemomma: I love tofu. I think we should make tofu next time - then we won't have any worries about the kosher issue.Sparkling Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12799366562472325812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-15626197208138657742008-06-03T21:47:00.000-04:002008-06-03T21:47:00.000-04:00I'm a veggie, so I'll pass on this one. But, pleas...I'm a veggie, so I'll pass on this one. But, please put me down as RSVPing yes if Tofu is ever in the house.ConverseMommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09964215682943025507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-88353356156771562682008-06-03T19:53:00.000-04:002008-06-03T19:53:00.000-04:00I can just imagine your mom and Ken in the kitchen...I can just imagine your mom and Ken in the kitchen trying to keep the laughter down! Good save on their part. Enjoy your leftovers.Jenskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05368202166540468533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-83912233076168258372008-06-03T18:10:00.000-04:002008-06-03T18:10:00.000-04:00It was definitely sensible to carve concentrically...It was definitely sensible to carve concentrically! And since you're taking home the leftovers, it's probably good it wasn't all dried to bits. Yum! I can haz roast beef?Emma Gorst https://www.blogger.com/profile/09692637018538270794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-38692719297274283522008-06-03T17:16:00.000-04:002008-06-03T17:16:00.000-04:00That's some quick thinking! I live with Hoop, the ...That's some quick thinking! I live with Hoop, the food-poison-phobic. He actually inspects everything before he eats it and usually asks, "Is this OK?" at least three times. Which is kind of annoying when you were the one who cooked the food. Sometimes I've had to strategically give him the more done pieces of meat so he doesn't freak out. :PTinkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16188363142469404823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-26972375448772178372008-06-03T16:31:00.000-04:002008-06-03T16:31:00.000-04:00Karen: I could freeze it, but then it would proba...Karen: I could freeze it, but then it would probably sit forgotten, in my freezer, until it fossilized. <BR/><BR/>Jameil: It is wonderful to be fed. :-)<BR/><BR/>San: Ken is handy in the kitchen - much more so than I. I would have given up on the roast and ordered Swiss Chalet. ;-)Sparkling Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12799366562472325812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-49159341112801138002008-06-03T14:58:00.000-04:002008-06-03T14:58:00.000-04:00Red, I could go for a roast beef sandwich right ab...Red, I could go for a roast beef sandwich right about now. Bring on the fancy mustard.<BR/><BR/>I'm impressed that Ken was able to carve a roast in concentric circles. That must take focus.<BR/><BR/>Your mom sounds so sweet!Sanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18245301334922883500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-31869550254701879182008-06-03T14:13:00.000-04:002008-06-03T14:13:00.000-04:00I'm on my way!! I need a financial advisor, too!!...I'm on my way!! I need a financial advisor, too!! my mom is a feeder. i need to get closer to her!!Jameilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02242625946552047911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-51245023450452028972008-06-03T12:06:00.000-04:002008-06-03T12:06:00.000-04:00Can you freeze some of that meat? My grandma does...Can you freeze some of that meat? My grandma does the same thing. For Sunday dinner (which we must eat at noon???) she cooks 2 pounds of pasta and 3 pounds of meatballs and sausage. There were only 3 of us there to eat. So I got more leftovers than one could imagine. I sent to my neigbor, but I thought about freezing it.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14978375225313974459noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-28461245033537599492008-06-03T11:43:00.000-04:002008-06-03T11:43:00.000-04:00Ron: The advisor lives two blocks away from my mo...Ron: The advisor lives two blocks away from my mom, so they do the neighbour/friendly thing as well as the professional relationship. She didn't bring us any pens. She brought a fancy, hand-braided egg bread, but it wasn't branded with her company's name. Clearly she needs to work on her promotional strategies.<BR/><BR/>Whatigotsofar: My mom would totally go that far, if she thought that I would accept it. Up until a few years ago I would always leave her house with several shopping bags full of groceries. Then my mom overheard me smart-mouthing to my aunt about how it was like going to the food bank, and I think her feelings were hurt. :-( I am a bad daughter. My punishment is now I only get one bag of groceries per visit.<BR/><BR/>Leighann: Me too. :-)<BR/><BR/>Unsigned: That would have been perfect!Sparkling Redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12799366562472325812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-61798835081470587672008-06-03T11:17:00.000-04:002008-06-03T11:17:00.000-04:00You should have a vampire fly into the kitchen and...You should have a vampire fly into the kitchen and drain the roast that way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-25924684630365123752008-06-03T11:11:00.000-04:002008-06-03T11:11:00.000-04:00I love your mom!I love your mom!Leighannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05412277002373792242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-40635426398650406132008-06-03T11:07:00.000-04:002008-06-03T11:07:00.000-04:00That's the same way my mother treats my brother. H...That's the same way my mother treats my brother. He visits my mom once a week for dinner. At which point she hands him all the food shopping she did just for him. Keeping in mind she already bought him a Costco membership. An engaged man living on his own with no kids doesn't need a Costco membership. One visit for him will supply him with a years worth of cookies. After dinner, she packs everything up (leftovers and such from this meal and other meals) so he has food for the week.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5620546355443994788.post-42969919839440156782008-06-03T10:57:00.000-04:002008-06-03T10:57:00.000-04:00I'm so there!! I loves me some roast Beast and fan...I'm so there!! I loves me some roast Beast and fancy mustard. You guys have a financial advisor that comes over and has dinner with you? My advisor will only give me a pen and tell me to go away.Warped Mind of Ronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15670039992710968421noreply@blogger.com