It sucks in exteme form, especially when eating out, because restaurants put chicken stock in EVERYTHING. And why not? Salty meat broth? I’ll take a big gulp, thanks.

Having said that, I love cooking the stuff, Grilling it, frying it, roasting it, coq au vin, etc. It’s so easy. Although an ex once told me I act like a nervous lover: “Is it dry?” “Is the skin crispy” etc.

I cannot even imagine how hard it would be to avoid the stock. Cooking it does seem like you are torturing yourself, though.

I cooked Beef Bourgogne for a couple once and froze it into separate quart containers. Went over like gang busters, particularly because I used homemade veal stock as part of the braise, which just makes it sing. I’ve also roasted a chicken, which isn’t so freezable, but you can eat it several different ways over three days and it’s great for picking at out of the fridge late at night (even though I can’t eat it, I love cooking it, what kind of craziness is that).

I’m a bit dissappointed there wasn’t more sex to this post, but I suppose mention of Lemmonex’s glorious rack will do.

Diapers also a great idea, Bates. I am sorry there was not a lot of sex. It is coming soon, promise.

Also, I still cannot believe you are allergic to chicken.

Wow, mark this date: I think you just found my line.

You would know, my blasian friend.

Anyway, thanks for the no spice tip. I have a feeling as time goes on i’m going to start cooking for the parents and sitting for the brats…i mean cutie pies.

I know; that is insane. The only insanity I harbor regarding childbirth is I hope to do it without drugs.

Cablanasian?

OK, one vote for Cablanasian. (Caucacasian, Black, Asian I am guessing?)

I like where your head is at.

Baby shower game: whoever can guess the race of Lemmonex’s baby wins a handle of rum.

Steak sounds real good — yum medium rare marinated in beer and other fine sauces

I prefer it rare…yum.

ALF can do anything, really.