[Sca-cooks] Cooking steaks was Re: lethal drinks

Phil Troy / G. Tacitus Adamantius adamantius1 at verizon.net
Wed Jul 23 13:45:55 PDT 2008

On Jul 23, 2008, at 1:38 PM, Audrey Bergeron-Morin wrote:

>> She had apparently smelled that while still out in the hallway,  
>> outside our
>> apartment door.
> When I take walks in the neighborhood in the summer, with all the
> windows open, it's quite easy for me to say "someone's having pasta"
> or "someone cooked rice". Yes, even from the sidewalk. Of course, you
> can also smell a barbecue from about a mile away...
> This is one of my favourite things in the world: coming home to find
> the place fragrant with whatever's cooking for dinner. When I was
> still living with my parents, the fun was trying to guess what was on
> the menu from the doorway :-)

You want torture???

I live at the street-side front of a large apartment building about  
twelve feet (it is the first floor, numerically, but it's above the  
street level, which is the Lobby Level) above the sidewalk. When I'm  
sitting at my desk I'll sometimes rest my eyes by letting them go  
unfocused and sort of stare directly through the (usually open, except  
in extreme cold weather) balcony door. Directly in my line of sight is  
the house across the street, the one owned by the Korean family with  
the five teenage daughters who like to come home and model their new  
lingerie on Thursday evenings after they all get paid, in front of  
their windows.

How do I convince people that what I am _actually_ ogling are the  
stone crocks of kim chee that the grandmother keeps out on the balcony  
and turns every day to keep them in the shade?

In the hallway outside my door, it's mostly arroz con pollo and  
bacalao vizcaina on one side (lots of garlic, capers and green  
olives), normally nothing on the other side (two guys that work in a  
hotel and appear never to cook at home), and the little old Irish lady  
across the hall who's apparently very big on burnt toast with butter,  
and fish sticks. I'll bet her evening meal is a dish of tay anyway...

On the other hand, there are several Indian and Pakistani families  
living in a small row houses next to my building on one side, and  
there's generally some sort of curry-type thing going, and then  
there's the bi-monthly barbecue held by the Korean Presbyterian Church  
on the other side of the building...


"Most men worry about their own bellies, and other people's souls,  
when we all ought to worry about our own souls, and other people's  
			-- Rabbi Israel Salanter

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