bxgirl, i totally dont eat jello. i know it’s made from animal nails, hair, and gonads. ick! im not a vegetarian or anything, but those parts are not appealing to me. and you may have solved the mystery about why my gothic teenage sister ONLY eats canned corn for lunch and dinner… maybe she’s a huge children of the corn fan!!! i loved those movies, they made SOOOO many of them.
Crescent, THL, I can’t figure out why Ebinger’s is so familiar to me because there’s no frame of reference I can think of. I’m too young to remember it from the 50s, and I had no family (that I know of) in Brooklyn. Who knows? Perhaps they exported to Connecticut.
cresecent- we can all trade stories about put us in therapy. I’m sure ours is that my folks wouldn’t let my twin have a pony- a bitterness she has never recovered from. Mine is Veg-all, and evening spent sitting for hours in front of a bowl of cooked butterscotch pudding with the skin that I wouldn’t eat. 🙂
jester,
I looked up St Jude Street (having also liked that song for a long time, but never bothered before we spoke about it). It’s a short street in a fairly rough part of North London called Stoke Newington – a long way from where I lived in SE London.
Doesn’t Gordon Ramsay have a restaurant here as well?
Roll & Roasters….. YUMMMMM……..
bxgirl, i totally dont eat jello. i know it’s made from animal nails, hair, and gonads. ick! im not a vegetarian or anything, but those parts are not appealing to me. and you may have solved the mystery about why my gothic teenage sister ONLY eats canned corn for lunch and dinner… maybe she’s a huge children of the corn fan!!! i loved those movies, they made SOOOO many of them.
*rob*
I have Molly O’Neill’s New York Cookbook and she has an Ebinger’s Blackout Cake recipe in it. I looked online and someone has it all typed out:
http://tinyurl.com/yzz6355
“I’m not fighting Rob anymore.
I’ve decided I love him.”
NOW I’m confused.
Crescent, THL, I can’t figure out why Ebinger’s is so familiar to me because there’s no frame of reference I can think of. I’m too young to remember it from the 50s, and I had no family (that I know of) in Brooklyn. Who knows? Perhaps they exported to Connecticut.
“besides no one in the world can pleasure me like i pleasure me.”
That’s sorta the point of going elsewhere. New experiences…
cresecent- we can all trade stories about put us in therapy. I’m sure ours is that my folks wouldn’t let my twin have a pony- a bitterness she has never recovered from. Mine is Veg-all, and evening spent sitting for hours in front of a bowl of cooked butterscotch pudding with the skin that I wouldn’t eat. 🙂
Doesn’t Gordon Ramsay have a restaurant here as well?
In the London Hotel. I’d be more than happy to make a reservation…
jester,
I looked up St Jude Street (having also liked that song for a long time, but never bothered before we spoke about it). It’s a short street in a fairly rough part of North London called Stoke Newington – a long way from where I lived in SE London.
Doesn’t Gordon Ramsay have a restaurant here as well?