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  • [es-pree de less-ka/-iay] (idiom) A witty remark that occurs to you too late, literally on the way down the stairs. The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations defines esprit de l'escalier as, "An untranslatable phrase, the meaning of which is that one only thinks on one's way downstairs of the smart retort one might have made in the drawing room."


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December 14, 2005


Why did you not just turn on the oven? Meatloaf in a crockpot is not right. Good luck next time. M

I liked the meatloaf. It was rare but flavorful.

Note: Everytime I hangout with Claire I am reminded that I need to catch up on my blog reading. There is something powerful about writing stuff down and then sending it out into the world, plus then you feel like you have said it and you don't have to keep repeating it. Like meat loaf in the crock pot for only 3 hours.

Mother, yeah, I know, the crockpot meatloaf is a little unnatural. I'm not sure what I was thinking at the time. I'm pretty sure I wasn't, except that I hadn't had meatloaf in ages and wouldn't that be nice to make?

Elaine-- I'm glad you at least enjoyed it.

I, too, thought it was pretty good. And it is always fun to play around with new kitchen gadgets. I would play with meatloaf, given a new gadget. I love meatloaf, and I love the idea of a crockpot. But perhaps this is a bad marriage - something like too many good things. Maybe it went the fate of the lobster ravioli or whatever bullshit that guy was serving you in D.C. along with fried Oreos.

I love your meatloaf story! But I flew into an eye-rolling, head-snapping 30 second scream at these words, "My ancient meat thermometer...looks to be from the 1960s..."

All I have to say is, I know where your cubicle is located!..."ancient...from the 1960s" Young whipper-snapper!

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