tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post5375917097692578659..comments2024-03-28T21:31:13.672-04:00Comments on Jungle Red Writers: Sometimes the spaghetti likes to be alone . . .Jungle Red Writershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16646429819267618412noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-21210112710801236022012-01-11T12:12:43.144-05:002012-01-11T12:12:43.144-05:00SUPER FRIES!!! I love it..SUPER FRIES!!! I love it..Hank Phillippi Ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17420701704169428286noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-2202703168722486012012-01-11T10:26:07.898-05:002012-01-11T10:26:07.898-05:00Hallie, I never, ever have the spaghetti stuff. If...Hallie, I never, ever have the spaghetti stuff. If I'm forced to eat in one of those establishments I choose to have a coney or two, with cheese, chili, and mustard. <br /><br />However, may I add that I have only eaten them about a half dozen times in the 40+ years I've lived here?<br /><br />The stories about choices that aren't choices crack me up. Makes you wonder.Karen in Ohionoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-86192959489886799972012-01-11T08:46:36.598-05:002012-01-11T08:46:36.598-05:00Catriona, your dad sounds wonderful. So funny!
A...Catriona, your dad sounds wonderful. So funny! <br /><br />And "fry-up in the bath, later?" -- could have used that the other night when we were invited to dinner and wonderful but distracted friends served us 3 ravioli each for dinner. Delicious lobster ravioli. Fortunately hors d'oeuvres had been plentiful and the company was grand.Hallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-5138393059044134412012-01-11T08:44:42.246-05:002012-01-11T08:44:42.246-05:00Karen, sorry we missed you, too!
Okay, what'...Karen, sorry we missed you, too! <br /><br />Okay, what's a coney? Had to look it up: hot dog in a steamed bun, with mustard, covered with their original, secret-recipe chili and diced onions. You have that as a side dish with a plate of 3-way? Just askin...<br /><br />And for JANE! Looked up those calorie counts, too. 390 is a SMALL 3-way. A REGULAR is 780 with 1550 mg of sodium and 4 grams of sugar. Just sayin...Hallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-32846401654798987112012-01-11T02:28:48.906-05:002012-01-11T02:28:48.906-05:00My example is from--gasp!--a book review. Publishe...My example is from--gasp!--a book review. Publishers Weekly on Alan Hollinghurst's "The Line of Beauty":<br /><br />"Among its other wonders, this almost perfectly written novel, recently longlisted for the Man Booker, delineates what's arguably the most coruscating portrait of a plutocracy since Goya painted the Spanish Bourbons. To shade in the nuances of class, Hollingsworth (sic) uses plot the way it was meant to be used—not as a line of utility, but as a thematically connected sequence of events that creates its own mini-value system and symbols…. While Hollinghurst's story has the true feel of Jamesian drama, it is the authorial intelligence illuminating otherwise trivial pieces of story business so as to make them seem alive and mysteriously significant that gives the most pleasure."<br /><br />Sometimes a book just wants to be a thumping good read!AliasMohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02215864597874551595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-39058205745802592602012-01-10T23:42:49.483-05:002012-01-10T23:42:49.483-05:00Hi Hallie,
Just looked up the calorie count. 380 ...Hi Hallie,<br /><br />Just looked up the calorie count. 380 for a small 3-Way. <br />A great Cincinnati lunch.Jane Biddingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08376106972870903306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-87485308435069221462012-01-10T22:57:56.602-05:002012-01-10T22:57:56.602-05:00Ah, nouvelle cuisine or as my dad calls it: a dirt...Ah, nouvelle cuisine or as my dad calls it: a dirty plate. <br /><br />Anyone else ever see The Darling Buds of May, UK telly programme in which Ma and Pop Larkin go out for a high-faluting but titchy dinner in an underheated posh house and then come home to sit at either end of a hot bubblebath with a plate of bacon, egg, sausage, fried bread and grilled tomatoes balanced on the bath tray?<br /><br />Now if we ever find ourselves faced with two scallops in a puddle of saffron butter with three halved peas on top, Neil says - "fry-up in the bath, later?"<br /><br />Never actually done it. Yet.Catriona McPhersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17234089279665716446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-46621844717849030302012-01-10T21:06:51.322-05:002012-01-10T21:06:51.322-05:00Darn, I was traveling today and missed this whole ...Darn, I was traveling today and missed this whole discussion. What a fun topic. <br /><br />I live in Cincinnati, but I grew up in Hamilton, about 40 miles away. Back then it might as well have been on another coast, since we had no such thing as Cincinnati chili. Both of my husbands liked it, but I've never quite figured out why. All that cheese, and a half pound of spaghetti. Yikes! The Coneys are good, though, especially with chopped onions. Mmmm. <br /><br />Precious food that costs an arm and a leg mystifies me. I'd rather just stay home and cook it myself.Karen in Ohionoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-53237181997146769242012-01-10T16:51:01.991-05:002012-01-10T16:51:01.991-05:00Ray,
Did you actually PAY for that meal? Yikes. ...Ray,<br /><br />Did you actually PAY for that meal? Yikes. <br /><br />Ann, you are half Cornish? I never thought of Cornwall before Doc Martin, but it now it's a destination for me. I'll have to get the name of that restaurant from you - to avoid - if I ever get to go.Jan Broganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11323983086318138814noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-54369803176614991252012-01-10T16:42:54.569-05:002012-01-10T16:42:54.569-05:00Hallie, I knew you would understand. ;)Hallie, I knew you would understand. ;)Maureen Harringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03499876353651763590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-55393939045070432502012-01-10T15:50:17.967-05:002012-01-10T15:50:17.967-05:00Hey, TJO! I wondered if you were out there.
Yes,...Hey, TJO! I wondered if you were out there. <br /><br />Yes, it was a memorable evening and I remember your bumble bee outfit. You should have saved that outfit for Halloween. Actually, you looked very cute. But black and yellow horizontal stripes? It was inevitable.Hallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-76720804138504779282012-01-10T15:48:29.706-05:002012-01-10T15:48:29.706-05:00Goodness, Reine. DEEP FRIED LOBSTER? AAAAAGGGH!
...Goodness, Reine. DEEP FRIED LOBSTER? AAAAAGGGH! <br /><br />In our house, the lobster definitely likes to be boiled. We go up to Portland (great eating city!) Maine where the lobster shack pulls them right out of the ocean and bags them up. It's like my mother used to talk about starting water boiling, and then going out into the field and picking the corn. Though how she, a New Yorker, had any idea about that I couldn't tell you.Hallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-80893273119248612572012-01-10T15:45:06.526-05:002012-01-10T15:45:06.526-05:00Oh, what fun stories! I'm loving reading them ...Oh, what fun stories! I'm loving reading them -- though I think tonight, it'll have to be stand-alone spaghetti for me! (And a glass or two of chianti -- hold the rubber tires, please!)Leslie Budewitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11942314846112875042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-71816132746638755482012-01-10T15:34:59.051-05:002012-01-10T15:34:59.051-05:00Thank god I'm home from the nonexistent appoin...Thank god I'm home from the nonexistent appointment at the polio clinic in LA and can focus on fun Jungle Red stuff like this!<br /><br />So okay, here's my entry of the day.<br /><br />Born in Salem and growing up in Marblehead, Massachusetts a girl like me knows lobster is boiled. Or maybe steamed. Hey this is all I knew.<br /><br />Long, long, long ago. My date. My new guy. Now my husband, took me to Essex for lunch. I protested. Gently. Of course. He was new then. And he won. Of course. I really liked him.<br /><br />We arrive at Woodman's - a really great place, even if it isn't in Marblehead and has the same ocean, boats, sand, rocks, buoys, all that stuff.<br /><br />I see everybody eating boiled lobster, so I let Scout do the ordering. I say, "I'll have lobster."<br /><br />What did I know? Did it ever occur to me lobster could be dipped in batter and deep fried? Did I mention I'm from Marblehead? You would be arrested if you were to do that in Marblehead, but you wouldn't even think about it. You can do it to a bunch of clams and put them on a hotdog bun. And that would be great! But you you would never do it to a lobster. Not in Marblehead.<br /><br />But I ate it. He was really the one . . . despite.<br /><br />So years later, Scout and I were married about 20 years then, and we go visit Auntie-Mom in San Diego, California. He looks out at the ocean and asks Auntie-Mom if there's a restaurant nearby that serves deep-fried lobster. She looks at me and says, "Where'd you pick him up . . . Essex?"Maureen Harringtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03499876353651763590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-40178955751245443162012-01-10T15:24:40.091-05:002012-01-10T15:24:40.091-05:00I was with Hallie at that famous New Year's Ev...I was with Hallie at that famous New Year's Eve dinner at the Parker House. It was the turn of the century evening...do you remember Hallie. and it was the last time that I wore a fancy outfit that my son said reminded him of an enormous bumble bee wearing very large rhinestone buttons.tjohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14364822591542627671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-16352780906123448662012-01-10T14:50:17.694-05:002012-01-10T14:50:17.694-05:00Oh, too funny, everyone! This is starting to soun...Oh, too funny, everyone! This is starting to sound like an episode of Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares. Whenever I watch that, I vow never to eat out again... <br /><br />I refrained from posting my worse-ever restaurant experience, but am giving in to temptation now. Many years, ago, on my first solo trip to the UK, I traveled on a coach (bus) pass. Somehow I ended up at an Indian restaurant in Birmingham. Both food and service were horrible, but the crowning moment was when a mouse ran up my leg and across the table.<br /><br />It was years before I would go in an Indian restaurant in the UK, and I have never been back to Birmingham.Debhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11519514786198185277noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-36533504689090824112012-01-10T13:22:17.628-05:002012-01-10T13:22:17.628-05:00Once again, from the inimitable Peter Brady: :a fo...Once again, from the inimitable Peter Brady: :a food critic , in an article on " food trends we'd like not to see next year." cited ... blackened meatloaf. He saw it on the menu, ordered it out of morbid curiosity, and said that it tasted like the contents of an ashtray.<br />about an hour agoHallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-38469111897412959052012-01-10T13:15:27.465-05:002012-01-10T13:15:27.465-05:00Ann, so funny! In retrospect of course.
We had a ...Ann, so funny! In retrospect of course.<br /><br />We had a 'chef's first night' experience on New Year's Eve of all times -- at Boston's Parker House. There was a band and champagne, three lovely courses, only their regular chef quit the day before. Our main course finally arrived well AFTER midnight. First time I ever lost weight with a meal on New Year's Eve.Hallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-36630397078879594232012-01-10T13:11:30.600-05:002012-01-10T13:11:30.600-05:00Ray - you're reminding me of the night we ate ...Ray - you're reminding me of the night we ate at the fancy restaurant at Boston's Museum of Fine Arts and their computer went nuts - they kept bringing out the wrong dishes. We finally just took what they delivered and ate them. Fortunately the chef was not computer-driven and the food was fine.Hallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-1521919442489920242012-01-10T13:09:59.743-05:002012-01-10T13:09:59.743-05:00Jeffrey, Jane -- I'm guessing Skyline Chili go...Jeffrey, Jane -- I'm guessing Skyline Chili goes in the same bin with my grandmother's spaghetti (overcooked spaghetti with warmed-up Campbells tomato soup and a pat of butter) -- you had to grow up with it.<br /><br />Do they say how many calories are in a 'serving'?Hallie Ephronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04759439029582054503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-5766167017746786972012-01-10T13:03:56.762-05:002012-01-10T13:03:56.762-05:00Now I must have the Skyline chili...do you think t...Now I must have the Skyline chili...do you think they serve it in Cleveland too?<br /><br />Ro, we made the mistake of staying right above the restaurant. In a room so small, you had to climb onto the bed to open your suitcase. and then they wanted 50 francs for breakfast--we drew the line there!Lucy Burdettehttp://www.lucyburdette.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-74082323247286008192012-01-10T13:03:06.413-05:002012-01-10T13:03:06.413-05:00Ok, Rosemary, what is it about those nasty typo gr...Ok, Rosemary, what is it about those nasty typo gremlins today! I deleted and reposted and there are still some, but I'm not going to do it again, as Hallie says they are forgiven.<br />But one I do want to explain "adder" is not meant to mean snaky friend -- it was suppose to be "a dear"AnnOxfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02629819630695725313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-78483919853365891622012-01-10T12:58:17.286-05:002012-01-10T12:58:17.286-05:00Because I am half Cornish, I was always drawn to W...Because I am half Cornish, I was always drawn to Wisconsin's historic village of Mineral Point. In 1974, I talked my husband into visiting it. While there, he got an offer as a job as photographic cataloguer -- something he was already doing in Iowa. We moved days later.<br />The town had been settled by miners from Cornwall, the same miners who deserted when the first cry of "Gold" was heard. For many decades it has been a tourist destination. Known for its number taverns (more than any other type of business) and one restaurant praised for its high end cuisine and Cornish specialties. In our ten years there, the Walker House changed hands at least 7 times. None of its owners ever had the funds to restore the hotel. Rumors of ghosts circulated regularly. Mineral Point's first and only hanging had taken place just a few yards away.<br />On one of his semi-annual visits, adder friend had insisted on taking us there. We warned him that it had just changed hands, and that some of the incarnations over the years had not been worth a visit there.<br />Richard and I ordered Cornish pasties (I can never get enough of them). Bill, a meat man through and through, ordered steak. "Can't ruin that, can they?"<br />The pasties arrived first. After a few minutes, Bill bid us to start eating. They were still hot, we demurred. Fifteen minutes later I spied our waiter coming out of the kitchen with a steak, which sure enough he placed in front of our host. A browned chunk of beef nearly smothered in greens with a curlique of sauce. We tucked into our pasties only to discover they were frozen solid in the middle. At the same time Bill said, "What the…" He had started to cut his steak but the knife didn't do the job. He had turned the steak over, then, to find it completely raw! Only the top had been broiled.<br />Of course the waiter was summoned. He heard our complaints, looked at the bright red steak. And we were surprised when he and said, "You did realize all meals our guests' meals are complementary tonight -- being chef's first night and all." As he took our plates away, Bill said, "Bet it's his last, too."AnnOxfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02629819630695725313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-80649549849583498332012-01-10T12:50:45.096-05:002012-01-10T12:50:45.096-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.AnnOxfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02629819630695725313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1001156153899984046.post-58813616851717736212012-01-10T11:48:35.552-05:002012-01-10T11:48:35.552-05:00Hallie, I have to defend the Skyline Chili. It is ...Hallie, I have to defend the Skyline Chili. It is a Cincinnati thing. My son took several cans of it back to Boston when he was here at Christmas. We may have to send a care package to him before we visit again. I'll be stopping there after picking the grandkids up after school. Nothing like a three-way before homework.Jane Biddingerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08376106972870903306noreply@blogger.com