<https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>

On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>

You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.

On 3/14/2024 5:42 PM, Ed P wrote:
> On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
>> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>
>
>
> You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.

Oh look, Bruce is the replacement bowser. Dredging up signage from
January 20 2019.

Jill

On Thu, 14 Mar 2024 17:44:58 -0400, jmcquown <j_mcquown@comcast.net>
wrote:

>On 3/14/2024 5:42 PM, Ed P wrote:
>> On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
>>> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>
>>
>>
>> You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.
>
>Oh look, Bruce is the replacement bowser. Dredging up signage from
>January 20 2019.

Says the woman who posts ancient recipes from her mother.

On Thu, 14 Mar 2024 17:42:00 -0400, Ed P <esp@snet.xxx> wrote:

>On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
>> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>
>
>
>You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.

Maybe the same person who didn't expect a cup of hot coffee to be hot.

jmcquown wrote:
> On 3/14/2024 5:42 PM, Ed P wrote:
>> On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
>>> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>
>>
>>
>> You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.
>
> Oh look, Bruce is the replacement bowser.  Dredging up signage from January
> 20 2019.
>
> Jill

Your majesty must enjoy sparring with master druce and bow-wow.

Else your royal highness would have surely banned them from rfc.

On Thu, 14 Mar 2024 19:09:36 -0500, Hank Rogers <Hank@nospam.invalid>
wrote:

>jmcquown wrote:
>> On 3/14/2024 5:42 PM, Ed P wrote:
>>> On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
>>>> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>
>>>
>>>
>>> You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.
>>
>> Oh look, Bruce is the replacement bowser.  Dredging up signage from January
>> 20 2019.
>>
>> Jill
>
>Your majesty must enjoy sparring with master druce and bow-wow.
>
>Else your royal highness would have surely banned them from rfc.

She doesn't have John Kuthe anymore, so now her inner bitch has to
bark at other people.

On 3/14/2024 7:09 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
> jmcquown wrote:
>> On 3/14/2024 5:42 PM, Ed P wrote:
>>> On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
>>>> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>
>>>
>>>
>>> You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.
>>
>> Oh look, Bruce is the replacement bowser.  Dredging up signage from
>> January 20 2019.
>>
>> Jill
>
> Your majesty must enjoy sparring with master druce and bow-wow.
>
> Else your royal highness would have surely banned them from rfc.
>
Jill always loves it when I post stuff from my book.

**********
Ian wasn't one to ignore opportunities, and his approach was thought
out. After their first night together, she asked him about the Cinnamon
Buns scented body wash she'd showered with, and he'd told her that it
served several purposes. "Above all, it cleans, and it also works well
as a shampoo. Also, it reminds me of Lauren, which is bittersweet, but
mostly sweet. It was her favorite. Then there's the fact that it
smells great, and I can afford it. Finally, and this is important
Winter, it reminds me to live my life in a certain way. See, I used to
be overweight, and when I decided that I'd rather be hungry than fat, I
had to give up many things, mostly carbohydrates. Of course, that meant
that cinnamon buns were pretty much out of the question. One day, in
the shower, where so many profound epiphanies are reached, I thought
about my desire for the cinnamon rolls, which had been brought to mind
by the fragrance, and something clicked. There were two ways one could
feel. One was that the scent was frustrating, because it reminded me of
what I couldn't have, but on the other hand, if I gave up the soap, then
I'd not only be losing the pleasure of tasting, but also the pleasure of
smelling. My mind flooded with the knowledge that so much in life was
that way, and so often the choice made was, 'all or nothing'. I
promised myself to always go for the smell of cinnamon buns, and as a
symbol, to never take another bite of one."
**********

--
--Bryan
For your safety and protection, this sig. has been thoroughly
tested on laboratory animals.

"Most of the food described here is nauseating.
We're just too courteous to say so."
-- Cindy Hamilton

BryanGSimmons wrote:

> On 3/14/2024 7:09 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
>> jmcquown wrote:
>>> On 3/14/2024 5:42 PM, Ed P wrote:
>>>> On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
>>>>> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.
>>>
>>> Oh look, Bruce is the replacement bowser.  Dredging up signage from
>>> January 20 2019.
>>>
>>> Jill
>>
>> Your majesty must enjoy sparring with master druce and bow-wow.
>>
>> Else your royal highness would have surely banned them from rfc.
> >
> Jill always loves it when I post stuff from my book.

> **********
> Ian wasn't one to ignore opportunities, and his approach was thought
> out. After their first night together, she asked him about the Cinnamon
> Buns scented body wash she'd showered with, and he'd told her that it
> served several purposes. "Above all, it cleans, and it also works well
> as a shampoo. Also, it reminds me of Lauren, which is bittersweet, but
> mostly sweet. It was her favorite. Then there's the fact that it
> smells great, and I can afford it. Finally, and this is important
> Winter, it reminds me to live my life in a certain way. See, I used to
> be overweight, and when I decided that I'd rather be hungry than fat, I
> had to give up many things, mostly carbohydrates. Of course, that meant
> that cinnamon buns were pretty much out of the question. One day, in
> the shower, where so many profound epiphanies are reached, I thought
> about my desire for the cinnamon rolls, which had been brought to mind
> by the fragrance, and something clicked. There were two ways one could
> feel. One was that the scent was frustrating, because it reminded me of
> what I couldn't have, but on the other hand, if I gave up the soap, then
> I'd not only be losing the pleasure of tasting, but also the pleasure of
> smelling. My mind flooded with the knowledge that so much in life was
> that way, and so often the choice made was, 'all or nothing'. I
> promised myself to always go for the smell of cinnamon buns, and as a
> symbol, to never take another bite of one."
> **********

Hehe, Bryan...

--
GM

On 3/15/2024 8:52 AM, GM wrote:
> BryanGSimmons wrote:
>
>> On 3/14/2024 7:09 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
>>> jmcquown wrote:
>>>> On 3/14/2024 5:42 PM, Ed P wrote:
>>>>> On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
>>>>>> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.
>>>>
>>>> Oh look, Bruce is the replacement bowser.  Dredging up signage from
>>>> January 20 2019.
>>>>
>>>> Jill
>>>
>>> Your majesty must enjoy sparring with master druce and bow-wow.
>>>
>>> Else your royal highness would have surely banned them from rfc.
>>  >
>> Jill always loves it when I post stuff from my book.
>
>> **********
>> Ian wasn't one to ignore opportunities, and his approach was thought
>> out.  After their first night together, she asked him about the
>> Cinnamon Buns scented body wash she'd showered with, and he'd told her
>> that it served several purposes.  "Above all, it cleans, and it also
>> works well as a shampoo.  Also, it reminds me of Lauren, which is
>> bittersweet, but mostly sweet.  It was her favorite.  Then there's the
>> fact that it smells great, and I can afford it.  Finally, and this is
>> important Winter, it reminds me to live my life in a certain way.
>> See, I used to be overweight, and when I decided that I'd rather be
>> hungry than fat, I had to give up many things, mostly carbohydrates.
>> Of course, that meant that cinnamon buns were pretty much out of the
>> question.  One day, in the shower, where so many profound epiphanies
>> are reached, I thought about my desire for the cinnamon rolls, which
>> had been brought to mind by the fragrance, and something clicked.
>> There were two ways one could feel.  One was that the scent was
>> frustrating, because it reminded me of what I couldn't have, but on
>> the other hand, if I gave up the soap, then I'd not only be losing the
>> pleasure of tasting, but also the pleasure of smelling.  My mind
>> flooded with the knowledge that so much in life was that way, and so
>> often the choice made was, 'all or nothing'.  I promised myself to
>> always go for the smell of cinnamon buns, and as a symbol, to never
>> take another bite of one."
>> **********
>
>
> Hehe, Bryan...
>
The chapter is called, "Cinnamon Buns." I'm tempted to post the whole
thing. Here's another tiny excerpt from the chapter.

*****
Meanwhile, she had started to whisk eggs for the ravioli. She and Ian
worked well as a team in breading the frozen squares, something that Ann
called attention to. They nearly filled a baking sheet, and let them
sit to thaw before frying them. "So, they're fried?" asked Ann. "How
come they're called toasted? Toasted isn't fried."

"It's a St. Louis thing, Ann." Winter was being silly. "Something a
Chicagolander can't be expected to understand."
*****

--
--Bryan
For your safety and protection, this sig. has been thoroughly
tested on laboratory animals.

"Most of the food described here is nauseating.
We're just too courteous to say so."
-- Cindy Hamilton

BryanGSimmons wrote:

> On 3/15/2024 8:52 AM, GM wrote:
>> BryanGSimmons wrote:
>>
>>> On 3/14/2024 7:09 PM, Hank Rogers wrote:
>>>> jmcquown wrote:
>>>>> On 3/14/2024 5:42 PM, Ed P wrote:
>>>>>> On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
>>>>>>> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>
>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>> You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.
>>>>>
>>>>> Oh look, Bruce is the replacement bowser.  Dredging up signage from
>>>>> January 20 2019.
>>>>>
>>>>> Jill
>>>>
>>>> Your majesty must enjoy sparring with master druce and bow-wow.
>>>>
>>>> Else your royal highness would have surely banned them from rfc.
>>>  >
>>> Jill always loves it when I post stuff from my book.
>>
>>> **********
>>> Ian wasn't one to ignore opportunities, and his approach was thought
>>> out.  After their first night together, she asked him about the
>>> Cinnamon Buns scented body wash she'd showered with, and he'd told her
>>> that it served several purposes.  "Above all, it cleans, and it also
>>> works well as a shampoo.  Also, it reminds me of Lauren, which is
>>> bittersweet, but mostly sweet.  It was her favorite.  Then there's the
>>> fact that it smells great, and I can afford it.  Finally, and this is
>>> important Winter, it reminds me to live my life in a certain way.
>>> See, I used to be overweight, and when I decided that I'd rather be
>>> hungry than fat, I had to give up many things, mostly carbohydrates.
>>> Of course, that meant that cinnamon buns were pretty much out of the
>>> question.  One day, in the shower, where so many profound epiphanies
>>> are reached, I thought about my desire for the cinnamon rolls, which
>>> had been brought to mind by the fragrance, and something clicked.
>>> There were two ways one could feel.  One was that the scent was
>>> frustrating, because it reminded me of what I couldn't have, but on
>>> the other hand, if I gave up the soap, then I'd not only be losing the
>>> pleasure of tasting, but also the pleasure of smelling.  My mind
>>> flooded with the knowledge that so much in life was that way, and so
>>> often the choice made was, 'all or nothing'.  I promised myself to
>>> always go for the smell of cinnamon buns, and as a symbol, to never
>>> take another bite of one."
>>> **********
>>
>>
>> Hehe, Bryan...
> >
> The chapter is called, "Cinnamon Buns." I'm tempted to post the whole
> thing. Here's another tiny excerpt from the chapter.

> *****
> Meanwhile, she had started to whisk eggs for the ravioli. She and Ian
> worked well as a team in breading the frozen squares, something that Ann
> called attention to. They nearly filled a baking sheet, and let them
> sit to thaw before frying them. "So, they're fried?" asked Ann. "How
> come they're called toasted? Toasted isn't fried."

> "It's a St. Louis thing, Ann." Winter was being silly. "Something a
> Chicagolander can't be expected to understand."
> *****

I liked yer story of the old guy neighbor with the horse named "General"...

IIRC didn't Jill's husband do something similar to *her* at 5AM on Saturday mornings...???

IMWTK...!!!

And I remember toasted raviolis from my visits to STL years ago...

--
GM

Bruce wrote:
> On Thu, 14 Mar 2024 17:42:00 -0400, Ed P <esp@snet.xxx> wrote:
>
>>On 3/14/2024 3:04 PM, Bruce wrote:
>>> <https://i.imgur.com/v0pLg1s.jpeg>
>>
>>
>>You can bet someone would take them to court about the size.
>
> Maybe the same person who didn't expect a cup of hot coffee to be hot.

perhaps it didn't say hot on the menu...

songbird