espousing my virtues and foibles

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As a 1930s wife, I am
Average

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I make a barely adequate 1930s wife, and I’ll tell you why:

- fails to wash the top of the milk bottle before opening it? Yes.

- gives [The Fella] shampoos and manicures? No.

- slows up card game with chatter and gossip? Yes.

- tells risque or vulgar stories? Oh, hell yes — this one time, I told a risque or vulgar story in a burlesque club, when we were between acts, and I … Oh.

I fare much better as a husband.

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As a 1930s husband, I am
Very Superior

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Just enough chefs

If you aren’t reading the always informative, often funny, and entirely droolworthy Too Many Chefs, you should click it, baby, click it. And I’m not saying that only because Meg in Paris is sending me a salsa verda pot from Spain.

That’s right, I am one of the proud winners of August’s Friday Food Quiz! Thank you, Meg!

It seems a shame to drum up competition, but I’m a sporting girl. Take a look at the September Friday Food Quiz and test your food knowledge. Remember — no web searching, no cookbook peeking. This is a pop quiz, so answer off the pop top of your head. In the case of a tie, consideration is given to the funniest answers.
(All of the rules can be found here.)

World Clique

I took the country quiz at Blue Pyramid.


You’re the United Nations!

Most people think you’re ineffective, but you are trying to completely save the world from itself, so there’s always going to be a long way to go. You’re always the one trying to get friends to talk to each other, enemies to talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of beating each other about the head and torso. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t, and you get very schizophrenic as a result. But your heart is in the right place, and sometimes also in New York.

Take the Country
Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid

I am so relieved — maybe those voices in my head are simultaneous translators.

This also explains my urge to answer every third Jeopardy question with “Who is Dag Hammarskjold?”

If I only I were a skier, Blue Pyramid would have divined my true nature:

You’re Sweden!
After years of trying to rule the world around you, you’ve finally put aside violence in favor of advocating peaceful resolution. There’s still a little Viking in you, but mostly you like Nobel Prize winners and long nights by the fire. And safe cars. You always read the safety manual in airplanes, and you’re just a little cold.

This is a shockingly accurate portrait.