
You know, even with the added macho of cicadas (they're fighters after all), quiche still sounds gay.

quiche bleech!!
not even with cicadas... no one is going for the cookies, I just don't get it!

Repulsive. Although, if I serve one of these it might cure the demanding rank and file from asking that daily dreaded question, "What's for dinner?"

I love Quiche. I don't understand how Cookies can beat Quiche. It's just insane.
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- stephan

Anstey:
Cookies, hmm sweet, yummy, slightly sinful vs Egg Pie with yucky eggs, cheese that makes me ill, and pastry crust - bleech!!
anyway I think they'll just be ground into sauage and hotdogs around here.

As we don't have these round here, I guess i would want to treat them like shrimp - boil, peel and eat with marie rose sauce on a bed of rocket. But I would rather listen to them - to me they are the sound of hot summer holidays abroad!

Pags:
the sound is one thing. the darlings dropping on your head is another.... ( I treat them like bugs actually and leave them be, but I know people who cook 'em)
actually I don't mind them, but at times the sound is deafening!
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ruth

Callooh: I can't even think of eating the buggers. I get all creepy-crawly just thinking of 'em. I think I was scarred for life when they hit SW Pennsylvania for my 5th birthday: Formication