If you don't believe in the church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, you will be damned!!!

Through his noodly appendage, ALL things are possible!

I am here to SPREAD THE WORD of his noodly goodness!

EXCERPT from the Church Website:

We have evidence that a Flying Spaghetti Monster created the universe. None of us, of course, were around to see it, but we have written accounts of it. We have several lengthy volumes explaining all details of His power. Also, you may be surprised to hear that there are over 10 million of us, and growing. We tend to be very secretive, as many people claim our beliefs are not substantiated by observable evidence. What these people don’t understand is that He built the world to make us think the earth is older than it really is. For example, a scientist may perform a carbon-dating process on an artifact. He finds that approximately 75% of the Carbon-14 has decayed by electron emission to Nitrogen-14, and infers that this artifact is approximately 10,000 years old, as the half-life of Carbon-14 appears to be 5,730 years. But what our scientist does not realize is that every time he makes a measurement, the Flying Spaghetti Monster is there changing the results with His Noodly Appendage. We have numerous texts that describe in detail how this can be possible and the reasons why He does this. He is of course invisible and can pass through normal matter with ease.

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You may be interested to know that global warming, earthquakes, hurricanes, and other natural disasters are a direct effect of the shrinking numbers of Pirates since the 1800s. For your interest, I have included a graph of the approximate number of pirates versus the average global temperature over the last 200 years. As you can see, there is a statistically significant inverse relationship between pirates and global temperature.

My MIL is Norwegian. Lutefisk anyone... :faint:

Ugh! I have heard about that on Prairie Home Companion. It sounds disgusting.:speechles

My own food roots are pretty grim: British and Polish Jew. These cuisines involve a lot of boiled items, a lot of starch, and a lot of overcooked and cheap cuts of meats. :phanvan I never liked meat until I moved to France; it was there where I first learned that a grrl could eat it very rare. I wasn't fond of vegetables, either, until I was exposed to other, more southern cuisines. And Green now has become the Queen of garlic.:heh:

But what I do retain from my childhood is an intense fondness for kosher style dill pickles, latkes, pierogies, and trifle.

Lisa - one that gets me is "Flyggande Jakob", or "Flying Jacob". It's a casserole of sorts. It may not SOUND that bad, but sound and taste never did have much in common. The foundation is a blend of rotisserie chicken, skin removed, pulled off the carcass and chunked. Not so bad, right? Add to that bacon... yum. And peanuts. Not everyday, but ok. And sliced bananas, and pineapple chunks, and olives. Eh? Then you make a "sauce" of heavy whipping cream and chili sauce, and rothed/whipped until it makes these rank little pink peaks. Your pour it over top, and garnish with sardines or raw salad shrimp.

And unfortunately, DH can't get enough of that stuff. *blech*

Lisa - one that gets me is "Flyggande Jakob", or "Flying Jacob". It's a casserole of sorts. It may not SOUND that bad, but sound and taste never did have much in common. The foundation is a blend of rotisserie chicken, skin removed, pulled off the carcass and chunked. Not so bad, right? Add to that bacon... yum. And peanuts. Not everyday, but ok. And sliced bananas, and pineapple chunks, and olives. Eh? Then you make a "sauce" of heavy whipping cream and chili sauce, and rothed/whipped until it makes these rank little pink peaks. Your pour it over top, and garnish with sardines or raw salad shrimp.

And unfortunately, DH can't get enough of that stuff. *blech*

OK, that made me shudder!!!!

O...M...G!!! Is food supposed to be pink, peaked & fluffy?? With olives? Obviously that Flying Jacob stuff has no relation to the Flying Spagetti Monster. Even though Flying Jacob sounds monsterous! Poor Wheetsin.

I'm with Green. The Queen of Garlic. I had the most impressive side dish last night, to my cedar plank salmon. Not all that unusual, but perfectly prepared: baby spinach sauteed until just tender crisp, in olive oil and tons of garlic. Now that's what I'm talking about.

Lisa - one that gets me is "Flyggande Jakob", or "Flying Jacob". It's a casserole of sorts. It may not SOUND that bad, but sound and taste never did have much in common. The foundation is a blend of rotisserie chicken, skin removed, pulled off the carcass and chunked. Not so bad, right? Add to that bacon... yum. And peanuts. Not everyday, but ok. And sliced bananas, and pineapple chunks, and olives. Eh? Then you make a "sauce" of heavy whipping cream and chili sauce, and rothed/whipped until it makes these rank little pink peaks. Your pour it over top, and garnish with sardines or raw salad shrimp.

And unfortunately, DH can't get enough of that stuff. *blech*

Oh, now, that's just plain nasty, it is. It starts off okay but then it gets very, very nasty. My German mum-in-common-law is starting to look very, very attractive.......................

Wheetsin: You sure you aren't pulling our leg on this Flying Jacob gourmet dish? I could follow you until you threw in the olives, pink stuff and topped it with sardines?

And to think I used to give my mother a hard time for her bean and onion white bread sandwiches.

OK, that made me shudder!!!!

Made my shudder, too.:omg:

Made my shudder, too.

I was EATING!:yuck:

I was EATING!:yuck:

We may have stumbled on a great appetite supressent here!

Wheetsin, it looks like you have won the great bad in-law cuisine competition! My condolences.:phanvan

Wheetsin: You sure you aren't pulling our leg on this Flying Jacob gourmet dish? I could follow you until you threw in the olives, pink stuff and topped it with sardines?

Oh no, that's how it's done. And it takes about 3 days for the smell to get out of the kitchen.

I spent one xmas there, and it was a morning of pig feet and weird moose meats. Moose - is their cow, basically. At least in the mid-northern parts where his family is.

pizza there is really weird. It's thin and crispy, which is nice. And they use tomato sauce and cheese and that good stuff. And then combinations of things like shrimp, ox filet, and raw egg. Seriously. They'll crack an egg or two over a pizza, and bake it up.

And they have weird drinks like "Pucko" and "Oh Boy!".

Now if you guys want to talk in-law stories, well does everyone have a few hours to spare? I could start with the first time I met my husband's parents... or I could skip to the time they sent me - for xmas - a picture of his x-girlfriend with a note on how they ran into her and she is looking really good. Or the gnome legacy. Or his mother's response to the news that he had asked me to marry him, or...

Wow, tell us alllll about it! My meanest kinda-in-laws were the French ones. The ones with the worst food were my Canadian ones who had Scottish and Irish roots and who proudly used cheap cuts of meats and vegetables exclusively out of cans, even potatoes! And they liked sweet wine!!

Oh no, that's how it's done. And it takes about 3 days for the smell to get out of the kitchen.

I spent one xmas there, and it was a morning of pig feet and weird moose meats. Moose - is their cow, basically. At least in the mid-northern parts where his family is.

pizza there is really weird. It's thin and crispy, which is nice. And they use tomato sauce and cheese and that good stuff. And then combinations of things like shrimp, ox filet, and raw egg. Seriously. They'll crack an egg or two over a pizza, and bake it up.

And they have weird drinks like "Pucko" and "Oh Boy!".

Now if you guys want to talk in-law stories, well does everyone have a few hours to spare? I could start with the first time I met my husband's parents... or I could skip to the time they sent me - for xmas - a picture of his x-girlfriend with a note on how they ran into her and she is looking really good. Or the gnome legacy. Or his mother's response to the news that he had asked me to marry him, or...

OK, you do win the "bad in-laws" prize!

Once mine got over the fact I wasn't the type of woman they expected their son to marry, they have been fine.

My favorite was my future FIL telling his son that he thought I was a gold-digger. Hum, I lived in a condo I owned. I had a decent job, making about twice what his son did. I must be the worst gold-digger ever born... :faint:

I don't think mine will ever accept our marriage. November was our 9th anniversary. He got an email from them saying something along the lines of, "We had hoped it would end but I guess after 9 years we need to start accepting the fact that it could last."

I took their baby away.

I don't think mine will ever accept our marriage. November was our 9th anniversary. He got an email from them saying something along the lines of, "We had hoped it would end but I guess after 9 years we need to start accepting the fact that it could last."

I took their baby away.

How do you not just smack them upside the head!?! Ok, not really but it's bad enough they feel that way, but to make sure you know, geez.