Thanks for that little trip down memory lane. What a great selection!

I can't believe that the Hair today post was from May of 2007.

I remembered most of these, but somehow had forgotten (or missed?) the chicken head post.

And nestee--whatever happened to nestee?

Your fridge looks like Ina Garten's. How can you be getting ready for Thanksgiving and have that much free space?

Because everything was on the kitchen counter. :-) EL

EL, I very much enjoyed this post but it worried me a bit. With the growing popularity of the blog, if you do this idea again next year it will take an entire day to read through all of the comments! I suppose I'll have to save an extra vacation day for this time of year.

Chicken Head Ettiquette cracked me up the first time I read it and again, just now, when I re-read it.

I can't believe that it garnered only three comments. (Although it was, I'm guessing, P.S.: pre-Sandbox.) Today that would go for a hundred, easily.

Worst Top 10 in the history of Top 10. I know your on vacation, and you spent "the most time ever", but that doesn't make this a good top 10, just a wasteful one.

Well, I enjoyed it. It was a nice stroll down memory lane. And yeah, amazing how few comments there were "back in the day!"

amazing how few comments there were "back in the day!"

You mean before miss large invented owl meat surname to boost ratings.

That's a pretty good collection of blog posts there, and I enjoyed reading them.

Didn't you like my earlier comment?

BinBonBwithB - are you the comic book guy from the Simpsons?

I love that Chicken Head Etiquette made the list. What you don't know is the back story -- this was actually a memorial banquet to honor my very wonderful and always funny cousin, who spent many years of his long life in China. His sense of humor permeated even this solemn occasion, and when I shared my dilemma with a few of my fellow diners, word quickly spread. My cousin's daughter later presented me with a takeout container full of the chicken heads, and we had a good laugh thinking about my cousin cracking up in heaven.

BinBonBwithB - are you the comic book guy from the Simpsons?

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The "Worst Moments" blog surprised me in a number of ways.

First, the Peerce's Plantation story shocked me. You seem to be surprised at everyone's non-reaction to the accident, yet you take no personal responsibility for your admitted lack of caring or action. While I was not there and do not know the full story, the accident seemed serious enough to warrant some action, yet all you comment on is the moldy bread!?

Second, you take two friends out with your daughter and they are not mature enough to behave in a civilized manner in front of her, even though they may not care for the other?? Grow up! Were they younger than your daughter??! Certainly they were more immature. I hope you are no longer friends with them.

Finally, those stories seem very, very tame to me for someone who has dined out as much as you have. I remember when I was twelve years old, and my parents took me to Marconi's (only mentioned by name because the evil Peter Angelos closed it) and there was a gob of hair in my chicken parmesan. I told my father and he told the waiter, but we kept it quiet because we liked the restaurant so much. They were appreciative of our discretion and gave me a complimentary strawberry melba.

I imagine you have some better stories but are holding back.

Generally though, I enjoy your weekly top 10, and the posts that follow. Thanks, enjoy your vacation.

I really wish these snarkers would go away.

About the Chicken Head: I spent the longest evening in the history of mankind (it should have been a delight but wasn't) and survived by pondering this chicken head business.

I must assume the chicken head is plucked. Does it still have the beak? (How could it be recognizable otherwise?) Frankly, I can't imagine what this thing looks like. Quite possibly, I don't want to.

(My grandmother-who-did-not-have-a-laundry-chute lived on a farm, so I've seen chickens up close.)

So glad that you posted that picture. I had been trying to remember the New Mexico champagne that I learned about from this blog, but I was too lazy to go through all the posts to find it. What do you know, here it is! I will be in Beltway Liquors tomorrow to buy some for Thanksgiving dinner. Dining@Large, the only blog you will ever need, indeed! Thanks, Elizabeth.

Eve, although not chickens, Chef Chris Costentino (sp?) on the Iron Chef America served some kind of bird heads plated with a bird foot clutching a clove of garlic. He told the tasters to bite open the heads and suck the brains out. I'm pretty adventurous but I don't know if I could have done that. Plus the little birdy heads still had beaks and closed eyes and all. Ew.

All right, I don't have cable so I've skipped over these Iron Chef posts and now, I find, the sucking of the chicken brains!

Joyce W, I saw that episode and it was one time that I did not wish I could taste the food....suck the brains out...lol.

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Eve - it's one time I wouldn't have minded missing the Iron Chef America.
And Regina, I know what you mean. Usually I'm salivating and wishing I could dive into those creations, but this time, I was thanking my lucky stars I didn't have to taste it!

Σ8>0, I'm sure you must think that these posts are terribly clever and interesting.

And to think that I never watched ICA because I was positive it couldn't be as enlightening, fun and weird as the original.

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maybe glyph boy is Owl. Hilarious link there whoever you are!

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Turn your head sidewways, that looks like an owl. Maybe he used up all his words.

I think I'm going to have to visit Owl Meat's place tonight to make sure this isn't happening. He has been reading a disturbing amount of Wittgenstein lately. I'm afraid that the logical positivist and the language-game Wittgensteins in his brain are battling for control. I guess I will have to take some of his favorite things.

the logical positivist and the language-game Wittgensteins in his brain are battling for control.

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And I thought Bourbon Girl was having such a positive effect on you Owlie. I hope you get your words back by tomorrow; I don't want you frightening the children, or worse, inspiring their inner weirdness. Smack him around a little Bourbon Girl. See you tomorrow.

Stop encouraging him piglet or I'll fry your bacon!

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Hey Mr. Owl,
Amanda is right, we thought Bourbon Girl was a great influence on you. Then we hear she is drawing you a bath and you will be appearing in your purple velvet jumpsuit, and then all we see are glyphs.
Hope you aren't hanging out in Hamsterdam!

Sorry to break ranks, but I'm focusing on the sparkling wine. Regina, do let us know if you find the Gruet there. I bought the last bottle from Solomon's Island a couple of months ago, and my brother-in-law at Edgewater is out of it as well.

Don't worry Amanda C.

I think a good beating later tonight down by the pylons will do the trick.

See you tomorrow. We have secured pies (from Dangerously Delicious Pies in Federal Hill, as the Owl is clearly in no state for baking). Hopefully, he will come to in time to make the amuse bouche he has been planning - fascinating. If not, I have some pistachios from nuts online.

PCB Rob - Hamsterdam! Love the refence to one of my fav parts of The Wire.

(and, seriously, we all know the Raptor does his own thing, I have no influence whatesoever, good or bad. please don't blame me for anything strange and I won't take credit for anything perceived as good either. it's all him.)

Good luck splitting your day tomorrow. Hope there is Makers for you at the second stop.

Thanks Bourbon Girl!

No blame intended, just thought that since you are in the Owl's inner circle, you could persuade him to break out of his funk.

So, you liked the pistachios from nutsonline? They are quite delicious. I just ordered more from them (pistachios, dried apricots, soy nuts, and veggie chips) and got a little plush gray elephant as a thank you from them.

I think that mr. owl meat must have lost a bet. Something like I'll bet you 100 field mice that you can't go a week without posting a word on the blog. no actual words. Do I win a prize?

For RSTB - insider information revealed. If you read the favourite post on frigs, you will see a post from me from about a year ago. At the time I was just Robert. Also making lots of comments at the time was another Robert (we would eventually share a D@L award for humourous posts, but that's another story.) After a number of queries like that from Janet (now Rosebud) caused the other Robert to become Robert of Cross Keys, and since I lacked imagination. became Robert (the Single One.) I eat out, alone, often and I tend to have a book and read whilst eating. Thus was born my trusty companion Book. (Back story is really boring, but I guess it does help newbies.)

No, I didn't lose a bet, jen. I can't really explain why I do the things I do. It was an experiment of mind; I had no other motive. Kind of like a word fast. Just as when you do a food fast, you can understand the nature of (food) desire, with a word fast, I understood my thought process better without all the blathering. If you use a limited character set to try to communicate your thoughts, you really have to think about exactly what you are trying to say and boil it down to its essence.

Of course I am no logical positivist, but subscribe to Wittgenstein's post-Tractatus writings and see language as a game, not a formula.

the Raptor does his own thing, I have no influence whatesoever, good or bad.

Now that just makes me sad.