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Discussion in '2000-02 Archive' started by bb_baptist, Aug 20, 2001.
Joy, I forgot the things we discovered about you on the old board, so I have to do some reseach!
She's pretty, kinda like the wife on Little House on the Prairie. Long hair, loving, one of those people with poise. You know the type-they silently speak by example and their outward appearance is just a bonus that you notice later, so I never really thought about it too much. Don't ask how I got that when the only way I know her is from her TALKING, lol, but it came shining through. I've run across a very few rare people like her before, and can pick 'em out.
I know she is like, in her 30's. . . so. . hmmmmmm. . . . . She is like a Olivia Walton crossed with . . . . hmmmm . . .uhhh .. . hmmm .. . . Let me think on this a while.....
Joy is everyones MOM! It dosn't matter what she looks like, she has that motherly feeling. She looks out for everyone on the board and makes them feel better.
Joy is a Wisconsin MaMa who loves brats and brats (don't tell your kids I called 'em that), and I can see her hanging up clothes on the line in the backyard, luxuriating in the one or two nice summer days Wisconsin has had (after horrible cold rain and horrible heat) before the snow flies.
I have a vision about the weight, the sturdy pioneer stalk (pun intended), but think it best to simply to say nothing and softly hum "huggin' and chalkin'". (Man, am I gonna get it now.)
Ha, ha ha ! You all think I'm on vacation ! Well, I am, I guess! I just couldn't stay away so I logged on my Dad's computor and what do I see - gossiping about me!
Well, all I can say is keep guessing! Little House? And Dr. Bob knows I hate Brats!
Anyway, I'm enjoying New England and my folks, so I'll see y'all when I get back! don't forget to take out the trash and wash the dishes!
How can a cheesehead hate Brats? Even us flatlanders in Illinois like em.
I've got five brats if anybody's interested . . .
Oh! OH!! I'm so embarrassed! Sorry! Y'all were talking about food!
May have been Minnesota born, but college, university and 2 churches meant 20 years in Wisconsin.
LOVE brats boiled in beer (about the only thing other than fish batter that the vile stuff is good for), covered with ice cold kraut and mustard.
Then corn on the cob from the grill, peel back the burned shucks, dipped in a coffee can of butter -- ambrosia
And I have a pbj sandwich for lunch. Grrr
Makes my mouth water too, Dr. Bob. It even shounds better than the left over shrimp and pasta Im having for lunch.
Course if I had the Brat the temptation would be there to wash it down with a beer. I am one of the few who actually like the way it tastes. Just for the record I havn't had one since I got saved. I's still trying to figure out where I stand on occasional drinking now.
So what are you "natives" talking about when you refer to "brats?" What is it anyway?
My dictionary says, “brats” (noun) is an "ill-behaved child!" So, why would you eat them??????
[QUOTES]Originally posted by KeeperOfMyHome: In the south, we have grits. In Wisconsin, it seems to be Brats . . .[/QUOTES]
So, what you are saying Julia (in an other thread) that grits = brats?
Brats = Bratwurst = A German sasuage made from finely chopped seasoned fresh pork.
Thanks ! So all the fuss was about the German sausage? My goodness. You folks should try the Hungarian sausage!
You REALLY didn't know what a brat was?
Okay, forget Olivia Walton. Forget Caroline Ingalls.. . . give me Weeser on Steel Magnolias.
lol... Just kidding.
<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Gina: You REALLY didn't know what a brat was?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Gina, whys is it so difficult to believe that I didn't know that "barts" was a favorite food of some folks on this board. Well, there are many things yet of which I do not know. But to my defense, there is a Hungarian saying, "A jó pap is holtig tanúl és mégis bután hal meg." Translation: Even a good priest will learn until his last day yet he remains dumb when he dies."
Give him break Gina. Can't you see that he is from the Big City, where they eat fancy stuff like a hot dog from a cart.
Yeah, I just checked out his profile.
I did a brief stint there. Almost made it permanent. I get so torn! In the end the chance to live running around in bare feet climbing trees always wins out for some odd reason...... I decided to quit MOVING so much when I had my kids, I've been in the same place almost five years now. It's a record folks! The longest was a year.
A fancy hot dog off a cart sounds good right now. It's 9:00 and we haven't even THOUGHT about breakfast yet! Suddenly we're all starving. Hmm.
So JOY! WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE??? HMM???