i was in a buffet style restaurant in downstate Illinois one year during Ramadan. A local high school football coach was there treating the team to a celebratory dinner. One of his players was Moslem, and couldn’t even take a drink of water. i felt bad for him to having to sit & watch his teammates chow down. It was too bad that the coach couldn’t have waited for sundown…
True Italian food isn’t that rich. I was amazed that the Italian food in Italy was so different from what one finds in an American Italian restaurant. It’s when people Americanize (add tons of cheese) to it that it gets overly rich. All my Italian relatives on my father’s side have a healthy weight. Most of the English/Irish folks on my mother’s side are on the obese side.
Three smells set my juices flowing – roast turkey, hot popcorn, and garlic. Somehow they missed the first one, but our Radiology department would torture me every workday but one per year with a popcorn machine behind the locked door of their lounge. That other day they’d have their annual luncheon in my department’s conference room, catered by Bisetti’s Italian Restaurant.
Leo might have pled guilty in an old story I read in Children’s Digest (I thought reprinted from Tales of the Alhambra but not finding it there): A poor poet couldn’t afford bread, so instead he satisfied himself with the smells from a nearby bakery. The baker decided that he should pay for enjoying the smells and sued him. The judge told the poet to borrow all the money he could and come back the next day. He did so and the judge gave the money to the baker, who greedily ran his hands through it. The judge then told the baker that now that he had enjoyed it, to give it back to the poet. The baker got as much from the money as the poet got from the bread.
dflak about 3 years ago
Some members of our local Islamic community fast with us Christians for Lent.
I asked one of them, “Don’t you get enough of this at Ramadan?” He replied, “Yes, but that’s only a month. You guys tack on about 10 extra days.”
gigagrouch about 3 years ago
i was in a buffet style restaurant in downstate Illinois one year during Ramadan. A local high school football coach was there treating the team to a celebratory dinner. One of his players was Moslem, and couldn’t even take a drink of water. i felt bad for him to having to sit & watch his teammates chow down. It was too bad that the coach couldn’t have waited for sundown…
paulscon Premium Member about 3 years ago
True Italian food isn’t that rich. I was amazed that the Italian food in Italy was so different from what one finds in an American Italian restaurant. It’s when people Americanize (add tons of cheese) to it that it gets overly rich. All my Italian relatives on my father’s side have a healthy weight. Most of the English/Irish folks on my mother’s side are on the obese side.
gcarlson about 3 years ago
Three smells set my juices flowing – roast turkey, hot popcorn, and garlic. Somehow they missed the first one, but our Radiology department would torture me every workday but one per year with a popcorn machine behind the locked door of their lounge. That other day they’d have their annual luncheon in my department’s conference room, catered by Bisetti’s Italian Restaurant.
gcarlson about 3 years ago
Leo might have pled guilty in an old story I read in Children’s Digest (I thought reprinted from Tales of the Alhambra but not finding it there): A poor poet couldn’t afford bread, so instead he satisfied himself with the smells from a nearby bakery. The baker decided that he should pay for enjoying the smells and sued him. The judge told the poet to borrow all the money he could and come back the next day. He did so and the judge gave the money to the baker, who greedily ran his hands through it. The judge then told the baker that now that he had enjoyed it, to give it back to the poet. The baker got as much from the money as the poet got from the bread.