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Post by Michelle Denouement on Aug 21, 2010 15:13:57 GMT -5
Fiona said, "Ugh... Olaf was nothing but a violent drunk. I had to put up with those empty liquor bottles on the floor of his submarine and his lack of hygeine. He smelled like a mix between a cow farm, unwashed gym socks, expired tuna, and cheap booze. Thank God my brother and I deserted him."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 22, 2010 12:15:10 GMT -5
Although Esmé was still a little sensitive to the subject of her ex-boyfriend, Fiona's remark still managed to extract a little giggle from the former villainess. "If you think that's bad, imagine how it was for me. After I went to live with Olaf, he forced me to cook for him and his entire acting troupe. And if they weren't satisfied with the meal I'd prepared, he'd throw it out and force me to start all over again. Where I come from, your brother was the only one of Olaf's associates who was ever truly kind to me."
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Post by Seymour Glass on Aug 22, 2010 18:33:52 GMT -5
"When Violet, Sunny, and I lived with Count Olaf, we had to cook for him," said Klaus. "We made pasta puttanesca, which was very delicious. Count Olaf got angry because he expected roast beef. He didn't even tell us he wanted roast beef." He remembered how mean Fernald had been to him and his sisters when they stayed with Count Olaf.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Aug 22, 2010 20:14:39 GMT -5
"Oddly enough," Violet commented, "I was always under the impression that Fernald was a little resentful of Esme. I mean, he was pretty much second in command - until Esme joined. In addition, Esme seemed to have special privileges that even Fernald didn't have."
"You actually paid attention to that stuff?" Quigley asked, aghast.
"Well, I tried not to," Violet replied, softly, "but it was one of those things I couldn't help but notice. By the way, I wonder what Esme would've said about us making pasta puttanesca - instead of roast beef."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Aug 23, 2010 11:31:20 GMT -5
Esmé didn't want to admit that she - the Esmé from her world, at least - most likely would have sided with Count Olaf in the matter. "I'm sure your pasta puttanesca was delicious," she said, knowing she would have thought so had she been there, and had the corruption of her by Olaf never taken place.
"When I was a child," Jerome said, "my mother would sometimes let me help her prepare meals. We never made pasta puttanesca, but we did make spaghetti and meatballs several times." He chuckled. "I was what Mother always called her Official Sauce Stirer. Sometimes when her back was turned, I would even sneak a taste. Most of the time she caught me, but always did I get off with a light scolding. That was the difference between her and my father, you see. While he blew things out of proportion, she never let the little things get to her."
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Aug 27, 2010 20:36:02 GMT -5
Fiona thought about what her mom made for her for a few seconds and replied, "Like my mom, I am also lactose intollerant. We can eat yogurt if it has active cultures and hard cheese without getting stomach aches. She makes the best Middle Eastern food. I really miss her. I hope to go to Israel to visit her. We only communicate via Skype."
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Post by Seymour Glass on Sept 6, 2010 20:17:32 GMT -5
"I thought your mom died, Fiona," Klaus said.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 7, 2010 8:33:02 GMT -5
Esmé said to Fiona, "At least you're able to communicate with your mother. After I was adopted by Count Olaf, I lost all contact with my parents. The next time I saw them was when I attended their funerals."
Jerome wrapped his arms around his wife's ribcage, hugging her tightly as he addressed Klaus. "Both of my parents are still alive, but I really only ever see my mother and brother. My father and I have never been on very good terms, even during my childhood. He never wanted to accept the fact that I wasn't a carbon copy of himself. When I announced I wasn't interested in working alongside him in the family business, I think that's when he lost what little respect he had for me."
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Sept 7, 2010 16:40:56 GMT -5
Fiona said, "Well, my stepdad told my brother what really happened to mom. He lied to me to protect me. I was 14 at the time mom left. She always wore long sleeves and pants, telling me that she gets cold easily. Fernald knew why she wore them. After Fernald and I moved out, he told me she is in Israel and she has psoriasis. She makes frequent trips to the Dead Sea to sunbathe to help with her psoriasis."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Sept 7, 2010 18:30:35 GMT -5
"I remember when my father was cheating on my mother," Jerome said. "She didn't lie to my brother and me, but she acted as though it wasn't happening, as a way to protect us."
"My parents were always very honest with me," Esmé replied. "When my mother was dying of tuberculosis, she and my father sat me down and explained the situation. They didn't come right out and tell me she would never recover, but they didn't try to pretend as though nothing was wrong, either."
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Post by Seymour Glass on Oct 3, 2010 13:15:15 GMT -5
"I've never had Middle Eastern food," Isadora said. "But I'm sure it's delicious. Even though my father is English, he absolutely hates English food. We always ate Indian food whenever we visited England."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 3, 2010 14:45:11 GMT -5
"We never had much money," Esmé said, "so we often grew our own food. My father was in charge of the potatoes, which he used to make latkes. They were delicious, especially when served with applesauce." She smiled, and then turned to her husband. "I've even made them for Jerome, though mine aren't nearly as good as those my father used to make."
She looked sad then, and Jerome hugged her. "I'm sure he would have been very proud of your efforts, sweetheart. After all, I ate three helpings, remember?"
Esmé giggled, and nuzzled his cheek before planting a kiss on it.
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Post by Michelle Denouement on Oct 3, 2010 17:09:56 GMT -5
Fiona said, "After my mom ran off to Israel, it was always a debate on what kinds of food we should eat for dinner. My stepdad and my brother would always forget that I can't digest dairy products, so I always made my own dinner. When Fernald and I moved out of our stepdad's place and into our own bungalow, we started a garden. I make really good babaganoush from the eggplant that we grow."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Oct 4, 2010 13:39:24 GMT -5
"Perhaps you can give me the recipe," Esmé said. "Until I became pregnant, I was never interested in cooking. But since I won't be returning to work until a year after the baby comes, I've been finding other ways to fill my time. And cooking, I've discovered, is the main one."
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Post by Leanora Crowe on Oct 6, 2010 13:20:36 GMT -5
Leanora Crowe Enters...
Walking slowly up to the group that is gathered in front of her, Leanora said, "Excuse me, but can any of you tell me where I am? One moment, I was sitting in a diner and enjoying a root beer float with a friend of mine, and the next I simply...appeared here. What is this place?"
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