tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9901376.post3134899736234441319..comments2024-01-27T17:22:43.484-05:00Comments on Banlieue Blog: My Angel BabyBanlieue Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12788367743659658667noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9901376.post-42534554742005551332007-06-03T04:28:00.000-04:002007-06-03T04:28:00.000-04:00Hi Betty, for sure I'll be making this cake again,...Hi Betty, for sure I'll be making this cake again, I wasn't too happy with the results! Not tender.<BR/><BR/>Hi Mom!<BR/><BR/>David, I've ALWAYS thought that when the custom's man sees something that looks good it is a good excuse.<BR/>Congrats on another great book!<BR/><BR/>Barbara, well thank god I had a shirt on under my jean shirt. I guess the security folks forget what a 'shirt-jack' was, from the 70's, remember them?Banlieue Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12788367743659658667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9901376.post-44982280686297409002007-06-02T13:45:00.000-04:002007-06-02T13:45:00.000-04:00Taking your shirt off for customs is certainly biz...Taking your shirt off for customs is certainly bizarre. I thought of you recently when I flew on a 737 down to Christchurch. They have crammed an extra row of seats into them since my days crewing.Barbarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15074005234609879061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9901376.post-50500853359146035612007-06-02T10:07:00.000-04:002007-06-02T10:07:00.000-04:00yes, you never know what they're going to pull you...yes, you never know what they're going to pull you over for. I've even heard of boxes of Laduree <I>macarons</I> being yanked at de Gaulle (although I'm sure they just wanted to eat them themselves...)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9901376.post-77291914647159498222007-05-31T18:55:00.000-04:002007-05-31T18:55:00.000-04:00I was with that guy who was determined to have his...I was with that guy who was determined to have his Butterball Turkey, even in beautiful Paris. When his carryon bag,with his precious bird hit the floor, your Mother turned every shade of red. Oh, I remember it well. And you gave us a lovely Thanksgiving dinner, when that bearded son was just the most beautiful baby ever. Your Father and I were so proud. Guess who.........Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9901376.post-18465036769628506202007-05-31T10:31:00.000-04:002007-05-31T10:31:00.000-04:00Your baking exploits never cease to amaze me!Your baking exploits never cease to amaze me!Betty Carlsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17155852272383173880noreply@blogger.com