Mrs. Schuyler and her kids are taking me to Paris. When they asked what I wanted to see, first on my list was Gilles Verot for fromage de tete. Well, I've seen the Louvre, Musee d'orsay, Eiffel, Notre Dame, etc. I'm thinking charcuterie, cheese and bread are more important.

. . . you dream that you are disappointed because your picks of a pizza being tossed in the air come out blurry and you can't post them on the forum. . . you wake up and for a few seconds you are not sure whether this really happened or not. . .then you realize it was just a dream like all the others.

...you buy a macro lens for your Blackberry.

You read this item from Chuck Shepherd's News of the Wierd and find yourself hoping this guy is not an LTH-er.

"Lyndel Toppin, 50, bit down on his fiancee's arm, resulting in nerve damage, because she had arranged the cheese incorrectly on his meatball sandwich."

You have a major surgery and you are mad because you will not be able to go to The Evanston Luncheon group that month.!!! And wonder where they will eat next month!!! Catherine

When someone gives you a bag of wood charcoal and it is a thrill! I wasn't a naughty girl, either!

Regards,

You have had to install MeeTimer on your work computer so you don't spend all day on LTH, but when you're in the office on a Sunday anyway, you spend 20 minutes just catching up on this one thread, grinning all the while. Thanks!

You are so enjoying a cup of spicy dhal in your car with the air conditioning and Cubs game on that you completely fail to notice a Department of Revenue official writing you a ticket for an expiring meter.

You then talk the official out of completing the ticket by popping two more quarters in and offering to run back across the street to buy her a mango lassi (which she declines).

Before going to bed, you check facebook to find highlights featuring, "Food in Egypt for Dad." You know the Dad is Hammond, who had a request on Beyond Chicagoland for his daughter's behalf. You think what a lucky guy he is to get such a wonderful gift.

Few would appreciate the thought more than another LTH'r would. There is a reason why we are a tribe.

Regards,

I'll second that thought Cathy2!

Delighted to meet new friends on the LTH Global Stuffed Treats ride, you ask where in the city they live. When they tell you where, you reply with "Oh, so you're near ..." and begin to tick of a list of board favorites and GNR's in the area.

(edited to correct lousy spelling from lazy first post)

...when you want a friend to come over to help move in some furniture with the compensation being pizza...and you realize you could take this friend to Burt's...but depression sets in once you realize the suggested moving day is Sunday.

...when you have cupcakes and cookies in the cupboard, ice cream in the freezer, birthday celebrations over the weekend with possible leftovers, and you still sign up for the Dessert Exchange!

...when you count rice pudding as breakfast because it's eggs and grain.

...when you wait 90 minutes for your second Swine Flu and schedule a day on your calendar to return for another burger.

...whenever you head down Devon, all you can think is hatchapuri, hatchapuri...and the sound is like a runaway freight train.

Pie Lady wrote:...when you want a friend to come over to help move in some furniture with the compensation being pizza...and you realize you could take this friend to Burt's...but depression sets in once you realize the suggested moving day is Sunday.

Burt's is open on Sunday. Now you can really be depressed.

When your friends and family patiently wait for you to photograph their food before eating and....you didn't even have to ask them!

When you get an e-mail from a friend waay across the country, with an attached photo of some beautiful pulled pork, and the msg reads "I knew you'd want to see this!", and man! did you ever!!

Geo

When you visit the Smithsonian museum of natural history, show your two-and-half yr old a bunch of skeletons including the jaw of a prehistoric "armored fish" that's displayed with small accompanying pictures and then ten minutes later she runs up to the huge mural and says,
"That's armored fish!"


followed by
"I want to eat the armored fish"
which makes you realize that a) it's lunchtime, b)mmm... clams in black bean sauce will follow, c) uh, is an ethics lesson required? (maybe later)

When you're putting away your two-year old's xylophone toy in a sleepy haze and realize it's pretty much shaped like a nice rack of spareribs.

When you travel 32 miles round trip for a Baylor's watermelon and promise to do it again within the next 7 days, in spite of your disdain for driving.

When you consult the GNR list after asking a potential date what kind of food she likes.

When you add The Depot to your cell's speed dial so you can check if they're open after hearing about their inconsistent hours.

You're on vacation in an out-of-state city, and you convince your relatives to rearrange your dining schedule based on a Rene G. post.

Well, which among us *wouldn't* trust a Rene G. post??

Geo

Your seven-year-old granddaughter is working on a Personal Collage for school and in the box for naming her Favorite Family Sayings she answers:
1) “The food is here!”; and
2) “When are we going to start the smoker?”

This is the young lady who has chosen squid as her favorite food for the past three years (she once asked her Dad if she could be the one to filet the whole squid they bought at H-Mart). Grandpa is very proud.

You return to Chicago for a business trip and your entire schedule is built around a trip to Sabatino's for dinner.

Upon arriving at Jess and Rob's this afternoon, their 3-yr old, Elliott, says "Uncle George will eat pork today."

Rob and I think that Elliott is already an LTHer....

Geo

...you drop your lunch on your shirt, and lament not the utter destruction of the garment, but the loss of the morsel of food.

Dmnkly wrote:...you drop your lunch on your shirt, and lament not the utter destruction of the garment, but the loss of the morsel of food.

. . . and if a large portion of it falls onto the floor--well, you wait till no one's looking before picking it up and finishing your lunch.

jbw wrote:

Dmnkly wrote:...you drop your lunch on your shirt, and lament not the utter destruction of the garment, but the loss of the morsel of food.

. . . and if a large portion of it falls onto the floor--well, you wait till no one's looking before picking it up and finishing your lunch.

I almost did exactly that at Hot Doug's, but that place is always packed.

Regards,

you get a bonus at work, and you immediately think,
"I can finally buy that WSM I've been wanting",
and without feeling guilty rush out to Russo the next day!

This is the young lady who has chosen squid as her favorite food for the past three years (she once asked her Dad if she could be the one to filet the whole squid they bought at H-Mart). Grandpa is very proud.

As well he should be!