If it hadn’t been for the canned soup… I could have eaten some. Sadly I know it gives me migraines – all canned soup does. But it looked excellent.
It was wonderful to meet you!!!
..I suspect that not everyone knew what they were eating.
Yeah, don’t eat any ground pork served by the Bingster. Or at least check the missing persons report at the nearest police station before arriving for dinner.
I could’ve sworn I left a comment last night… boy I’m losing it! It was terrific meeting you, as with most everyone else there, I wish I had a chance to say more than a couple of hellos.
Argh! You did Teresa, sorry! For some reason your ip is on that darn ‘spamzenhaus’ filter thingy, and I didn’t go through the junk folder until this morning. It was a lot of fun, and like you said not enough time to klatch with everyone.
Probably a one time munu thing. *sigh* seems that once or twice we’ve been overtaken by spambots or something similar… once your IP gets on the list, it never seems to come off even if the problem no longer exists.
I. Forgot. About. That. * shudder *
Mom always said to save room for dessert!
See what you bring on yourself, Suzette?
Actually tasted pretty good although nothing like a real cheesecake make with Philly Cream Cheese.
Thanks joated! But the true test will be how folks feel this morning…
It was great meeting you and downing a few!
If it hadn’t been for the canned soup… I could have eaten some. Sadly I know it gives me migraines – all canned soup does. But it looked excellent.
It was wonderful to meet you!!!
Who knew Bingley was such a party guy (if you define “party” as relentless proffering of questionable novelty concoctions)?
No – I kid! It was perfectly cooked and tasty, too. Although I suspect that not everyone knew what they were eating.
..I suspect that not everyone knew what they were eating.
I do recall that being our strategy to get them to eat it.
..I suspect that not everyone knew what they were eating.
Yeah, don’t eat any ground pork served by the Bingster. Or at least check the missing persons report at the nearest police station before arriving for dinner.
Mr. B, it was a great pleasure to meet you!
I could’ve sworn I left a comment last night… boy I’m losing it! It was terrific meeting you, as with most everyone else there, I wish I had a chance to say more than a couple of hellos.
Argh! You did Teresa, sorry! For some reason your ip is on that darn ‘spamzenhaus’ filter thingy, and I didn’t go through the junk folder until this morning. It was a lot of fun, and like you said not enough time to klatch with everyone.
Probably a one time munu thing. *sigh* seems that once or twice we’ve been overtaken by spambots or something similar… once your IP gets on the list, it never seems to come off even if the problem no longer exists.