The humble beet seems to have been abandoned.
When i was a chile, a poke was another name for a gunney sack--and "poke salad" simply meant mixed greens gathered in a bag, from whence they grew in their natural state. C.f., "a pig in a poke," meaning a pig in a sack, and therefore, something bought sight unseen.
Is this the time and place to start listing great recipes involving beets?
ossobuco wrote:I am not much of a beeteater....
I think we have a new insult.
Gus, you flopsical beeteater!
It goes so well with other soundalike insults...
You'll really upset Gus if you call him a son of a beet.
Setanta wrote:The humble beet seems to have been abandoned.
When i was a chile, a poke was another name for a gunney sack--and "poke salad" simply meant mixed greens gathered in a bag, from whence they grew in their natural state. C.f., "a pig in a poke," meaning a pig in a sack, and therefore, something bought sight unseen.
When I was a girl, to dry our salad greens after washing them, we'd put them into one of those old flour sack towels, tie the clorners up and take it outside for a spin. Just whip that ole thing around...the original salad spinner.
Swimpy wrote:When I was a girl, to dry our salad greens after washing them, we'd put them into one of those old flour sack towels, tie the clorners up and take it outside for a spin. Just whip that ole thing around...the original salad spinner.
Cool beans . . . i'll bet that was fun for the kids to do, too . . .
BBB
We just put the greens on the floor and let the dogs lick them dry.
BBB
You people wash your greens??
Usually in a separate load.
Do you separate your greens into loads of like colors?
Nay, 'tis the color of envy. Covet need not be the same as like. In fact, the dyspepsis of the bilious likely necessitates the exclusion of all of the emotions at the extremes of the spectrum. And that includes the VHF.
patiodog wrote:Nay, 'tis the color of envy. Covet need not be the same as like. In fact, the dyspepsis of the bilious likely necessitates the exclusion of all of the emotions at the extremes of the spectrum. And that includes the VHF.
You know...I have always wondered what type of dog you are.
Now I have narrowed it down.......you're either a pifflehound or a kvatchenheimer, aren't you?
ehBeth wrote:I'd say that at some point in the last week, PPD came into a stash of some real prime bud . . .
Oh? A tokeshund then, you think?
Oh my!
Well, if that isn't weird.
Beth's post is enjoying a species of life after death!
How embarrassing . . . i forgot that EBethco was still logged in, and posted under her account . . . that was me who was casting aspersions and daisies at the PPD
I profess my profound innocence and demand satisfaction.
Ah, there, now I'm satisfied.
