tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596494.post116481565231542953..comments2023-09-07T03:14:01.267-07:00Comments on Conclusive Evidence: kairuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608839703020585886noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596494.post-1165024945940988892006-12-01T18:02:00.000-08:002006-12-01T18:02:00.000-08:00Oh, Juanita, believe me...I *am* THAT kind of girl...Oh, Juanita, believe me...I *am* THAT kind of girl. I just keep up appearances here in case my mother finds out what I've been writing. And Laurita...I agree with you about Proust. Except I don't like madeleines...with or without tea.kairuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11608839703020585886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596494.post-1165022680368306072006-12-01T17:24:00.000-08:002006-12-01T17:24:00.000-08:00Laurita, don't say the F-word on Kairu's blog! Sh...Laurita, don't say the F-word on Kairu's blog! She is NOT that kind of girl. Furthermore, I cannot believe you drink tea with milk. I mean, it's OK for Kairu, but that's not the way we do it. Next thing I know, you'll be admitting that you use sugar in your tea, or worse, Sweet 'n' Low! Where will it end?Juanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06196827608882851593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596494.post-1164941799987719182006-11-30T18:56:00.000-08:002006-11-30T18:56:00.000-08:00I had coconut tea in France. For a while, I was o...I had coconut tea in France. For a while, I was on a quest for coconut tea in America...then I discovered I could buy it on the internet. I think I have a life time supply in my cupboard.<BR/><BR/>I drink English tea with milk sometimes (PG tips).<BR/><BR/>Then for a long time, I was searching for a good madeleine recipe so I could recreate the madeleine here in Kansas. I couldn't do it. I Canoes under my shoeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11834854969171530717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5596494.post-1164834418123158472006-11-29T13:06:00.000-08:002006-11-29T13:06:00.000-08:00Soup, tea...just reading about it warms me as we e...Soup, tea...just reading about it warms me as we endure our first ice storm of the season. How well you describe the dance, two people in a small kitchen, each foraging for the essential ingredients to start the day. And I can see just see your dad, behind his paper, with a secret smile beneath his derisiveness, proud of his independent girl.Juanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06196827608882851593noreply@blogger.com