The leeks reminded me (I really do hate them).
Out of the clear blue the other day I was hit with a genius new word. It describes a really truly horrible type of cooking, i.e., my mother's:
Queasine.
Spread it far and wide!
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5 comments:
I swear to you that if you didn't live there and I didn't live here I would be quite certain our mothers were twins, separated at birth.
LOL I could've used that word back in May when Hubby & I had a horrible meal out for our anniversary
Holy cow, you are too funny. Or would it be holy pig?
TheB, your mother wasn't born anytime around Christmas 1926, was she? Other than that all I can think to say is that I am so, so, sorry.
Actually I had an occasion to use 'queasine' the other day. Said poor mother had gone out with 'the girls' for lunch and come back rather ill because something hadn't agreed with her. She's okay now, but she was throwing up for a bit there.
March of 1925.
None of us allow her to cook any more.
We suffered dreadfully when we were too young to prevent it.
The problem, of course, was mine, not hers. I was declared to be a picky eater.
Why we never ended up in hospital getting our stomachs pumped has always been a mystery to me.
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