tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976423504704816899.post3615185395690695633..comments2008-12-24T13:57:42.762-08:00Cliveclive@cookingwithclive.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976423504704816899.post-17445359463105269862008-12-24T13:57:00.000-08:002008-12-24T13:57:00.000-08:00hello Clive<BR/><BR/>I am a South African from Cape Town and been living in Texas for 40 years. Love your recipes. You bring class to the table.<BR/><BR/>Do you cook SA food?<BR/>I make a pretty mean curry and also Tomato breedie.<BR/><BR/>Heard you this morning on 940.<BR/><BR/>Barry Bass<BR/>Sugarland.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976423504704816899.post-16152216577925821822008-10-30T19:11:00.000-07:002008-10-30T19:11:00.000-07:00My grandmother taught me to bake cakes. When she and my grandfather prepared a meal, I sat in their kitchen and watched, tasted, and helped. When the meal was finished, we all sat down together at the table and enjoyed the food and each other and I could feel their love for me. They did not have much, but they were always happy and content. If I criticized someone, they'd just say, "Oh he just doesn't know any better. He doesn't mean to be that way." I liked their approach. I loved their simple way of life with good food and The Bible and me. ZigAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976423504704816899.post-88648378329167357882008-10-13T22:07:00.000-07:002008-10-13T22:07:00.000-07:00Some times, it takes remembering what the arguments are about to move forward. Find your quite spot, light a candle and embrace the magic that leads you to the flicker of the flame. Know within your heart that there are lessons to be learned even if they were through an argument. Those lessons are just as magical as the flame on a candle. Always remember, you are never alone.Ria's Collectableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17492164376144877291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976423504704816899.post-20365024538590052012008-10-13T05:42:00.000-07:002008-10-13T05:42:00.000-07:00thanks for the heads up.cheap webhostinghttp://www.alltopwebhosts.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976423504704816899.post-47263140149453272292008-10-11T05:23:00.000-07:002008-10-11T05:23:00.000-07:00The table is very revisitedxhtml codinghttp://www.cssjob.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976423504704816899.post-31442984477117043522008-10-08T19:00:00.000-07:002008-10-08T19:00:00.000-07:00I hope someday I have the opportunity to do this. My family only had meals together on Sundays. I enjoyed them.<BR/>Jess, Sam and I had meals, but they were always drunk and arguing.<BR/>The last argument ( before Jessie's big stroke) was over whether the lamp over the table had a deer fly on it or a horse fly. After that,<BR/>we all ate on TV trays in front of the TV.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com