tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post6780187507866669611..comments2024-03-26T04:01:41.087-04:00Comments on The Yummy Mummy: Venus Basile & Fish En PapilloteKim Fosterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12931573096200273764noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-42927789198536625602009-03-06T09:26:00.000-05:002009-03-06T09:26:00.000-05:00I think that living well is the best revenge. I'm ...I think that living well is the best revenge. I'm familiar now with some of the more popular girls I knew from my HS class and I tell you, those women- the ones who peaked early and felt like they had the world at their feet- they are some of the most miserable, witchiest women. Those of us- and I include me in those awkward, clumsy memories- have the blessing of finding ourselves later in life where the rewards are sweeter and the view finer. I so can relate to this post.<BR/><BR/>And the fish looks delicious!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-1308588051486352062009-03-05T22:57:00.000-05:002009-03-05T22:57:00.000-05:00Rita - Any way you cut it - you are a city girl at...Rita - <BR/><BR/>Any way you cut it - you are a city girl at heart. I think you should give it all up and move down here, maybe live in an artist's flat in the Village and see Broadway shows every night of the week. <BR/><BR/>David's a Tony voter you know, he needs someone to go with him to see shows! <BR/><BR/>Always great fun to hear from you! Say Hi to Mary!<BR/><BR/>KimAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-67377026625968429172009-03-05T21:21:00.000-05:002009-03-05T21:21:00.000-05:00Pearls!! Wow - I'd almost forgotten about tha...Pearls!! Wow - I'd almost forgotten about that store. I don't remember when it closed.<BR/><BR/>I'm glad you mentioned the beauty of Upstate NY. I've done my share of traveling both in & out of the U.S. & have yet to see anything that surpasses the scenic beauty of this area.<BR/>I've met quite a few native New Yorkers who have moved to Corinth and usually see a lot of them who vacation here in the office. (yes Kim, Dr. Pitkin is still going strong & still makes housecalls - can you believe it?) The surprising thing is, when I ask them if they've seen a Broadway show lately, the majority of them state they've never seen a Broadway show!!<BR/>I appreciate this area, but at the same time love the fact that I live a mere 3 hr. drive from NYC, which, in my opinion is the greatest city in the world. I go there as often as possible, the last time being in Oct., thanks to you & David for getting us tickets to "Jersey Boys". It was awesome. I also have taken my grandkids numerous times. They now inform me which show they'd like to see next.<BR/><BR/>Maybe it's not location as much as it is desire and determination???Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-26135121482835894902009-03-05T10:11:00.000-05:002009-03-05T10:11:00.000-05:00I thought shopping at Pearls was a huge treat. I ...I thought shopping at Pearls was a huge treat. I still remember a little shorts set I got there. For the most part I am happy with city life for my kids but when my son referred to the diner we stopped at in Elizabeth, NJ on our way to Ikea as "that cute country restaurant" I just about choked. My mother used to give my cousins and I a nickel for each different wild flower we picked while on vacation in Corinth. We would we spend hours in the open fields rolling around, eating berries, and picking flowers. The wonderful thing about Corinth was it was such not a tourist trap--our vacations were full of all this delicious empty time. Great memories!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-57478795111972321092009-03-05T07:20:00.000-05:002009-03-05T07:20:00.000-05:00Lisa - You did NOT shop at Pearls! OMG! I bought a...Lisa - <BR/><BR/>You did NOT shop at Pearls! OMG! I bought a cute little navy blue cardigan from there, but I made my mother swear she would tell everybody we bought it at Barbara Moss at the mall in Glens Falls. And she did!<BR/><BR/>OMG! It is hilarious to meet someone who recognizes the town. No one recognizes that town. You totally made my day!<BR/><BR/>You know, that area - in the Adirondacks - is really lovely and we had a camp a little further up North - but I don't think I ever appreciated that I grew up surrounded by these beautiful mountains and wild life. <BR/><BR/>I went to the butterfly exhibit recently at The Natural History Museum with the girls for like the umpteenth time and I remembered that I use to catch my own catepillars, put them in jars with stalks of milkweed and wait until they became butterflies. My kids can't do that so easily here (Although I hope we can grow some butterflies this spring, but I'll have to order catepillars) Anyway, thanks for reminding me of that. <BR/><BR/>But yeah, I'm glad I got out...<BR/><BR/>KimAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-11038010807489412702009-03-05T06:54:00.000-05:002009-03-05T06:54:00.000-05:00Oh my God! I went on vacation to Corinth every ye...Oh my God! I went on vacation to Corinth every year for like a zillion years of my childhood. My family stayed up on a mountain road right outside of town at a beautiful cabin on a lake. My sister actually married a guy there (for awhile). We would go to Stewarts for make your own sundaes and shop at Pearls. My family actually moved to Clifton park from Long Island because my parents loved upstate NY. As a child I loved Corinth and all the Adirondacks had to offer in the summer but I remember a tough local girl who lived across from the cabin we rented who scared the shit out of me. I can see why you escaped--living there year round could not have been easy. Bravo to your parents for exposing you to whatever it was that sparked your love for Broadway and the arts and all that. Not so easy to do in a town like Corinth.<BR/>LisaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-63620539206367633332009-03-04T18:17:00.000-05:002009-03-04T18:17:00.000-05:00I remember Marlene Shippee well - she even looked ...I remember Marlene Shippee well - she even looked mean, but I don't remember Venus Basile. I can relate though. I was in about the 5th grade when I moved from the Bronx to Corinth. You can imagine what a misfit I was with a big, broad Bronx accent. One girl in particular named Elma Centerbar punched me in the face one day - I ran all the way home with a bloody nose. I was scared to death of her! Those were among the most miserable years of my life. I should have stayed in the Bronx, but didn't have much choice then.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-29087154216962942242009-03-04T12:55:00.000-05:002009-03-04T12:55:00.000-05:00I think middle school is a rough place anywhere. I...I think middle school is a rough place anywhere. I don't think I was ever beat-up like you or poor Venus, but each time I raised my hand in class, or dared to match my neon tube sox (yup... tucked into my pegged jeans) to my GAP headband (which I did plenty often), I was hit with plenty of verbal fists and emotional assaults. Perhaps why I never spoke to any of those mean girls after 8th grade... <BR/><BR/>But about your fish! This is one of my favorite ways to get kids excited about fish in our cooking classes! Kids love to pick out their veggies and make intricate layers inside the paper package. (Some which will certainly resemble the leaning tower of Pisa.) They love wrapping up the fish in its delicate package, tucked away with wonderful veggies, and watching the steam escape when it hits the table. They literally ooh and ahh.Kitchen Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01345199083376388435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-60334748467683037512009-03-04T12:46:00.000-05:002009-03-04T12:46:00.000-05:00I hope Venus somehow finds your post and the two o...I hope Venus somehow finds your post and the two of you can reminisce about the bathroom beatings and maybe, just maybe, extract some revenge on the evil bitches. <BR/><BR/>And did you know there is also a dish called "fish en papillion"? It was a special at our favorite bar a week or so ago. I ordered it and fervently prayed that I wouldn't get a small, furry dog with a piece of fish stuffed up its ass. Or Steve McQueen as a quick Yahoo search reveals he was in the movie with the same name...auntjonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11090226128263928965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-14089596400001673642009-03-04T12:11:00.000-05:002009-03-04T12:11:00.000-05:00I was the little kid in junior confirmation class ...I was the little kid in junior confirmation class and regularily got beaten up by the senior class. Often enough, and with the pastor not believing his little angels would do that, that I droped religion for ever.<BR/><BR/>What stopped it was that between 7 and 9 grades, I became the second biggest kid in the class.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-5053548093257343892009-03-04T11:30:00.000-05:002009-03-04T11:30:00.000-05:00This made me cry in my mouth a little. I hate cru...This made me cry in my mouth a little. I hate cruel people, especially cruel girls. Especially cruel girl children. I think you and the girls do Venus a great honor.SaintTigerlilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13987677884439974385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434726458328084701.post-70397250036507097822009-03-04T09:49:00.000-05:002009-03-04T09:49:00.000-05:00Poor Venus. I forget sometimes how good I had it i...Poor Venus. I forget sometimes how good I had it in high school. I was hopelessly uncool, but I went to a big enough school that I was able to fly under the radar with much success almost all the time.<BR/><BR/>I was so good at it, in fact, that when I joined Facebook and started getting Friend invitations from people I went to high school with, I'm usually surprised that these people have any idea who I am at all.Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04559709480304938775noreply@blogger.com