Arjun, where are ya?

Arjun found his match :rofl:


Lived in Santa Clara/Silicon Valley 29 years.....first time since '04 I've been interested in their weather forecast ! :cool:
 
#5 is my buddy Loi. He is about 70 now. He truly knew starvation.
He is my gf's friend. He escaped 5 times from Vietnam on boats and finally made it out on the 6th attempt before he got out. I don't know all the details.
He eats chicken wings to 4 and 5.
If I eat to a 3, my GF ( who also has known starvation in Saigon( or at least not getting enough to eat.) will scold me and finish it many of the times.

She was 5'5" and 90 Lbs on arrival to Minnesota about 1989-1990. All 5 of these sisters, Average height about 5'3" arrived to "Merica" from 85-95 lbs.
From the Fall of Saigon in 1975 to Their freedom flight in late 1989, their brother who was evacuated along with his mothers Brother ( a S. Vietnamese officer of high enough rank to spend the rest of his life in a "re-education Camp")
were flown to the Philippines and then to Hawaii, he ended up being sponsored somehow in Minnesota, graduated college, saved and saved to get the money and the means to get them out. Long story but he got the whole family out.

Much of the that has eased up for them now, but they hate when I throw food away.
And they save too much junk for "just in case".
But So do I.
Houston we have a storage problem. :)
 
That’s not the only meat :rofl:


I'm usually a 4.
That said, when it it comes to fried chicken in general I have been known to eat the bone...marrow and all...of legs or thighs that have been cooked to the point where the bone is that tender. However that doesn't happen often. :cool:
 
#5 all day, every day! Had a neighbor growing up, Lilly, that would bite the ends off and suck the bone marrow out. :puke: Not my cup of tea, but I will not leave meat on the bone. That animal died so that I can eat. IMO, wasting it is disrepect to that animal.

OK, thats about as far as 'Hug a tree and singing Kumbayah' as I get.
 
Go to five, always!! The tendon is the best part, so long as it's been cooked long enough. I end up finishing my wife's, since she stops at three or four.
Similar here.

My wife leaves sweet tea in the glass, cola in the can, cereal in the bowl and so on......not yours truly. You'd think I was stranded in the desert at one time or grew up in the Great Depression. Not so...that's just me. Maybe it was that standing in the chow line 56 years ago for 30 minutes in order to dine with 2,000 other equally tired and hungry sailors after working 12 to 16 hours.....who knows? :idk:
 
Some guy used to get paid $100k per year to perk up JLo's nips before going in public lol
Highway robbery...I would have done it for a tenth of that! :headbang::winktongue: