Otherwise I'm going to give it all to Anita and she can dole it out as she sees fit ;)
You would desecrate the holy grit by giving it to Anita AKA NEOhio AKA several other noms de plume whose sorry butt is from Texas and who had the temerity to live in Cleveland, Bal´mar and Ajijic? What do you think this heathen would do with the heavenly grit? Feed it to her possums?
You do that and the fine 12 year old Havana Club Dark Rum I have been saving for you will be replaced by repulsive Nicarauguan Flor de Caña that you couldn´t give away even in Tyler, Texas.
As for the rutabaga, that is more important than the coffee. Brigitte has discovered that both turnip roots and greens are sold in the indigenous market in San Cristóbal but no rutabagas. Bring down those rutabagas and I will make you an Algerian cous cous that will blow you away.*
* Brigitte´s old boy friend was a Tunisian Arab/Jew who was a fabulous cook. I never cared that much about sex so, although I love Brigitte dearly, I would have left her and moved in with him in a New York second for his cous cous and he was kind of cute to boot..
(This post was edited by Bubba on Mar 16, 2007, 11:34 AM)