On Sun, 06 Jan 2008 11:12:30 -0500, Boron Elgar
> wrote:

>On Sun, 6 Jan 2008 16:40:18 +0100, "Giusi" >
>wrote:
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>>"ChattyCathy" > ha scritto nel messaggio
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>>> Cabbage....
>>>
>>> Promised myself I would try some of Dad's 'special cabbage' when he made
>>> it, and he made it today. I tried it. I still hate it. :P
>>> --
>>> Cheers
>>> Chatty Cathy
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>>I can't deal with kidneys or parsnips when they are cooking, They smell to
>>me like a ****oir. They are OK to eat if you don't go near the cooking.
>
>James Joyce's "Ulysses" makes mention of Leopold Bloom's delight in
>''grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of
>faintly scented urine.'
>
>Boron

victor dug up the exact quote for me (a favorite) back in 2001:

"Mr. Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and
fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast
heart, liver slices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencod's roes. Most
of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine
tang of faintly scented urine."

the most easily understood part of the book. i like this also:

–I’m giving you two lumps each, he said. But, I say, Mulligan, you do
make strong tea, don’t you?

Buck Mulligan, hewing thick slices from the loaf, said in an old
woman’s wheedling voice:

–When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I
makes water I makes water.

–By Jove, it is tea, Haines said.

Buck Mulligan went on hewing and wheedling:

–SO I DO, MRS CAHILL, says she. BEGOB, MA’AM, says Mrs Cahill, GOD
SEND YOU DON’T MAKE THEM IN THE ONE POT.

your pal,
molly