http://iwassaying.net/2009/10/14/my-big-fat-new-orleans-mission-part-i/ Chatter, memories and rants. Please, don't stop me if you've heard this one before. Mon, 02 May 2011 10:30:54 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://iwassaying.net/2009/10/14/my-big-fat-new-orleans-mission-part-i/comment-page-1/#comment-4755 Pete Fri, 16 Oct 2009 01:19:07 +0000 http://iwassaying.net/?p=738#comment-4755 Darlene, you make me happy and proud to be able to say I didn't look into the kitchen at all. Maybe it was magical thinking: what I didn't see wouldn't make me sick, or something like that. Darlene, you make me happy and proud to be able to say I didn’t look into the kitchen at all. Maybe it was magical thinking: what I didn’t see wouldn’t make me sick, or something like that.

]]> http://iwassaying.net/2009/10/14/my-big-fat-new-orleans-mission-part-i/comment-page-1/#comment-4742 Darlene Thu, 15 Oct 2009 21:31:37 +0000 http://iwassaying.net/?p=738#comment-4742 Your story reminds me of one a young doctor friend told. While he was interning the overworked doctors sent out for bar-b-cue. The janitor's brother owned a bar-b-cue restaurant and he got the sandwiches there. The doctors all professed that it was the most delicious bar-b-cue they ever ate. One day the doctor decided to go with the janitor to pick up the sandwiches. He said it consisted of a very narrow front room with a counter and a screened in porch where the meat was kept. He looked in the back room and the slabs of ribs were literally black with flies. Bar-b-cue never tasted the same after that. In fact, the bar-b-cue rib runs were over. Your story reminds me of one a young doctor friend told. While he was interning the overworked doctors sent out for bar-b-cue. The janitor’s brother owned a bar-b-cue restaurant and he got the sandwiches there. The doctors all professed that it was the most delicious bar-b-cue they ever ate. One day the doctor decided to go with the janitor to pick up the sandwiches. He said it consisted of a very narrow front room with a counter and a screened in porch where the meat was kept. He looked in the back room and the slabs of ribs were literally black with flies. Bar-b-cue never tasted the same after that. In fact, the bar-b-cue rib runs were over.

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