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| 6-03-03 12:21 am EDT Questions for June 1st: If you had to eat in only one restaurant for the rest of your life, which one would you choose? (Don't forget the reasons behind your decisions!) Mongo's Mongolian Barbeque It is a buffet delight of raw vegetables and meats and sauces and spices and you place the combination you are a hankerin' fer and give your heaping bowl to the sweaty white capped, white t-shirted, white aproned, and white pantsed not quite Asian looking chap (I am in Montana for cripes sake) and he dumps the contents of the bowel onto a huge, and I do mean H-U-G-E!!!, metal domed surface where about a half a dozen other similarly dressed and sweaty guys are standing around and dumping heaping bowels of raw assortments and no two are alike onto this huge and I say really H--U--G--E!!! domed metal cook surface with a raging wood fire under it and with quick flicks of long chop sticks and spatulas the meats are separated from the vegies and everything is cooked really quick and then all mixed together again and scooped into your bowel which the contents have shrunk down a tad bit but mmmmm mmmm mmm gooder feasting and it is never the same twice. Oh I said that already LOL But yea, the choices are varied with paper thin sliced turkey, chicken, duck, and goose; or beef, pork, lamb, or goat; or on Fridays there is crab, lobster, shrimp, clams, oysters, squid, octopus, sole, cod, salmon, tuna, shark, and some I can't remember exotic names and that's just the meats!!! Then you come to the cabbage, bean sprouts, bamboo shoots, green beans, pea pods, spinach, carrots, squashes, the shoots from cucumber plants, flowers from the squash plants, baby corns, water chestnuts, sesame seeds, sunflower seeds, raw peanuts, coconut, pinapple, green red orange purple and yellow sweet peppers, hot peppers....taking a deep breath.... cooked brown rice, rice noodles Korean style, Japanese style, Chinese style, Thai style, and all kinds of styles some I can't remember without the buffet in front of me. And I haven't got to the sauces and spices! Just say if you can think of it and it is related to Asian Cuisine then it is there. GOD! I love that place! The trays are set up in a three tier affair and set in a half moon walk around the H---U---G---E!!! domed barbeque with easy access on the other side for the preppers to restock when items run low. And invariably they do because the line around this food service area is crammed heel-to-toe and elbow-to-elbow with hungry people with only one thing on their minds.... FILL THAT BOWL, GET IT COOKED, SO I CAN EAT!!!! Yep if I HAD to eat at one restaurant for the rest of my life, MONGO'S would be the one. DAMN! Now I'm Hungry... Did, I mention that the grill is H----U----G----E!!!!  ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ If you had to describe the best kiss you've ever had, how would you describe it? (Don't forget the reasons behind your decisions!) Hmmmm, now that memory I like to think about even though I was thirty-one years old, married with three children and with that first bestest ever kiss I knew I was screwed. Up to that moment in my life, no one had delivered the kiss of death, but she did. And what a sweet death that was. I remember I was afraid and felt so awkward but when her lips touched mine the urgency changed from, "Oh God what the hell am I doing?" To "Oh my God, why haven't I done this before?" It wasn't a long kiss, well not the longest I'd experienced before or since that first one with her. But it was intense with confidence and purpose. My breath froze and the tingling of urgency spread like a wave from the top of my head to my curled toes. I was dizzy and warm and fuzzy and shocked by the intensity but I didn't want it to end. I remember her soft brown eyes looking into mine and she asked, "You like?" I was jello. She could see I liked which was a good thing because I was in no shape to talk about it. And we kissed again. The second kiss and third were not as intense, but the margin of the difference was not really measurable. I have to say I was hers forever after that kiss. I said it was the kiss of death. In so many ways I died. I accepted beyond a doubt that I am a lover of women. My denial of my sexual self died. My marriage died. My childhood innocence, what little I still clung to, finally died. My concrete moral sense between right and wrong...died. My past became even more bazaar to me. My dream for a "normal" life, died. Reality kissed me to death and I loved it. Take care and may your road lead to only good places. Deb Compassion and the effort to try and understand some thing that was not understood before is a step toward acceptance not only of others but most importantly of yourself.    ~~Image #6000 Sharing Restricted~~ |
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