[Magdalen] Update

[Scott Knitter]

And there was no such thing as "pasta": it was all just noodles.
On Jul 25, 2015 6:30 PM, "Cantor03--- via Magdalen" <
magdalen at herberthouse.org> wrote:

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> In a message dated 7/25/2015 6:19:17 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time,
> roger.stokes65 at btinternet.com writes:
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> lot  better than
> the rubbing paws in  butter>>>>>>>
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> Though my partner has three cats, they keep to the lower level of the
> house, and do not intermix with the four dogs.  The smallest of the  four
> dogs - a small Chihuahua - considers cats fit for the hunt and goes  after
> them if they stray onto the main level.  The dog is smaller than the  cats.
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> There were three items that were simply not on the radar of my
> Upper Midwest upbringing.  They were (1) Cats;  no one in my  neighborhood,
> and no relatives had them.  It was as though they were aliens from  another
> planet.  Everyone had dogs, dogs, and more dogs.  (2) Tea;   I was never
> aware in my hometown of anyone who drank hot tea.  Iced tea was  more
> commonly found.  I can recall someone at one of my mother's state  Sunday
> dinners asking for hot tea.  My mother, not given to mumbling,  sputtered,
> "Uh uh
> TEA, uh uh uh TEA?!  (3) Rice;  You can bet that if the product  didn't
> ultimately
> come from a Midwestern farm, that it was viewed with suspicion.  Rice
> Crispies?
> Yes.  Rice on the occasional visits to my mother's favorite Chinese
> restaurant
> in Minneapolis?  Yes.  Rice for anything else?  No.
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> David S.  Still a Midwestern meat and potatoes man.
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