tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823625636675642409.post2211534894320953732..comments2024-03-14T04:07:39.792-07:00Comments on Earl Pomerantz: Just Thinking...: Uncle Grumpy on: "The Men Who Lost Dinner"Earl Pomerantzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16963705121297866334noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823625636675642409.post-54077049143712109742008-06-02T20:11:00.000-07:002008-06-02T20:11:00.000-07:00Great point, alan. And I do make killer brownies ...Great point, alan. And I do make killer brownies thanks to those science guys that wrote the "Best Recipe" series. I melt the chocolate squares in the microwave now, though. And their banana bread is crusty, rises real high.<BR/><BR/>My husband has that sixth sense with cooking though, a great griller I might add. I was bound and determined to teach myself to cook (mother worked, though she did make awesome spaghetti, my dad made awesome pork chops)...but my husband barely let me (he has a very sensitive palette). <BR/><BR/>In time, and with more time, I'll reconquer that mountain...I've promised.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823625636675642409.post-18276340578385018902008-06-02T19:19:00.000-07:002008-06-02T19:19:00.000-07:00I don't think it was Feminism, Uncle. I refer you ...I don't think it was Feminism, Uncle. <BR/>I refer you to Barry Levinson's sociological film, Avalon. Levinson firmly and magnificently places the blame of the demise of the family dinner right where it belongs: Television. <BR/>With the advent of Television, family dinners became TV dinners, and instead of sitting around the table, families would pull their TV trays into the living room (or wherever the television set was) and feast on their Swanson's. <BR/>That was the end of dinner as your world knew it.Feminists have dodged the blame bullet on this issue.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07054650240402405535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823625636675642409.post-22370099241200412052008-06-02T07:57:00.000-07:002008-06-02T07:57:00.000-07:00Uncle, we sure missed you over that l-o-n-g weeken...Uncle, we sure missed you over that l-o-n-g weekend. I was at a <A HREF="http://grownupartists.blogspot.com/2008/05/eww-snakes.html" REL="nofollow">Fish Fry</A> recently, and I overheard one of these non-feminist moms on her cell phone speaking to her teenaged son. "We're at the fish fry, getting free fish. Look in the fridge, it's that big white box vibrating in the corner,...leftover spaghetti." She hung up, quoting her son, "What am I supposed to eat, I'm h-u-n-g-r-y (I'm imagining a grown man's whine)."<BR/><BR/>I feel for her, and you too Uncle. The only thing I have to say for your deprived palette is that cooking like your memory tells ya, is a more than a full-time job. How would women ever have time to use the internet?!<BR/><BR/>Guess you can always watch re-runs of Andy Griffith. Aunt Bee never complained a lick, did she?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com