tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115132896435909080.post7751973342504272956..comments2023-10-06T16:08:54.727+02:00Comments on Lazy Girl's Blog: A month of SundaysMilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647139896187096733noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115132896435909080.post-19561365656311270092010-10-04T10:56:38.346+02:002010-10-04T10:56:38.346+02:00I loved this post :) I know just how you feel as w...I loved this post :) I know just how you feel as well, because Sunday lunches are always the same at Max's parents' house too. We don't go back very often now, but I remember that when we lived in the North, it was an unspoken rule that we had to eat with them every Sunday. For the most part, I didn't mind, but I felt pressure to eat a lot more than I normally do (and usually things I wasn't too fond of). <br /><br />P.S. I love the presse purée! You'll have to post a recipe with photos when you get around to it :)Crystalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18136483568967161966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115132896435909080.post-7083187752091886012010-10-04T05:06:34.946+02:002010-10-04T05:06:34.946+02:00I felt like I was right there around the dining ta...I felt like I was right there around the dining table with you and the Tourbezs after reading this entry. The European Sunday dinners are long and complex and require so many levels of conversation interspersed with different beverages. Kinda like having Thanksgiving every Sunday (sans football). I'm ready to go after a half an hour of food. You win the endurance award!!!<br />Dede is a bit bawdy, huh? Never knew...Lindlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01729656346990206611noreply@blogger.com