On Nov 28, 4:23*pm, "Tom Littleton" wrote:
"Giles" wrote in message

... and basking in the glory of knowing beyond a hint

of doubt the provenance of everything that I put in my mouth and chew
on........an exquisite pleasure that most Americans can never possibly

know.

nice prose, as usual, but a bit self-glorifying(which is somewhat usual,
sadly, as well). Actually, quite a few Americans, once you get out of Urban
centers, still enjoy that same privilege. Hell, I routinely consume meals in
VA, consisting of vegetables from nearby gardens and crabs or fish caught
that very day. I've bought scallops off the boat, and various fish as well.
Up here, in PA, it is common for most everyone I know to get the vast bulk
of their produce and meat from the local Amish and Mennonite farmers. All
this, and not once have I heard anyone in Accomack County, VA or Berk
County, PA ever consider that 'most Americans could never possibly know' of
such things. Get over it.
The meals might prove that much more enjoyable without the side serving of
self-congratulation. It's worth a try, at least.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Tom

Boy I am glad you've never heard me rave about a particular meal, a
great cook, or a spot of success in cider making, gardening or bread
making. I would certainly need to be chastised for foolishly
expressing my thankfulness for the bounty of my own or close friends
efforts at growing and preparing our own foods. Could I modulate my
choice of words sufficiently, taking into consideration the current
modal state of emotional intelligence within range of my comments?
Could I achieve the proper curb-age of my enthusiasm? Boy oh boy the
performance anxiety meter is climbing. I am not worthy. May I go
quietly now? ;+*)(

Dave
Shut up and eat your damn homemade gruel.