tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030862201918433340.post3452866601947248719..comments2023-10-26T10:24:14.336-04:00Comments on Psalms for the Damned: Oyster Po ' BoysSheryl St. Germainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02824913778725902048noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030862201918433340.post-57320860833466512282009-04-07T06:29:00.000-04:002009-04-07T06:29:00.000-04:00This had me beating a quick path to Acme's in the ...This had me beating a quick path to Acme's in the Quarter for a dozen on the half shell and a po'boy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030862201918433340.post-5221178118507192662009-04-05T09:45:00.000-04:002009-04-05T09:45:00.000-04:00wonderful tale, piquant and fresh, sprinkled with ...wonderful tale, piquant and fresh, sprinkled with a bit of etymology. <BR/><BR/>(I confess - i found 'piquant' because 'pungent', which i tried first, wasn't quite right...)Janice Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00518892582829421885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030862201918433340.post-5894295973655825372009-04-01T14:46:00.000-04:002009-04-01T14:46:00.000-04:00"From the French pour boire (peace offering)"--fas..."From the French pour boire (peace offering)"--fascinating, especially in relation to this story. I love the way you write about food. Perhaps it's cultural, but you don't hold back--food is very clearly close to sex, but there's no guilt about either. I can't imagine writing about food so enthusiastically. For me there seems something so shameful about eating, weight, and perhaps even that sort of unabashed enjoyment.emilyrodgershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18094070663103290128noreply@blogger.com