Bena Mae's Kitchen: Dear Abby
Once known as the most popular syndicated column in the country and written by Abigail Van Buren, we no longer have anything close to its popularity. We have lost this serious and sometimes amusing column that was once a part of our reading pleasure and now belongs to the ages. And we are the lessor for it.
But if Abby were still around today I have a couple of questions I would like to put to her.
Question number 1:
How can I tell my friend that she is overdoing the eau de Cologne? When I pick her up to go somewhere, I am overcome with the strong smell of her favorite fragrance that lingers in the car for days. When I get home, I have to take a shower and wash my hair in order to get rid of the sickly sweet, cloying assault on the nostrils? Do I need to wear a gas mask or do I just tell her, “less is more?”
Question number two:
I have a friend who never listens to a word I say. Instead of paying attention to what I’m saying, she is constantly interrupting and finishing my sentences for me. I try to tell her in a nice way that she is not interpreting what I mean, but she doesn’t hear me. She is only interested in what she is saying. Do I tell her to put a sock in it or just duct-tape her mouth?
BUT EVEN ABBY DID NOT HAVE AN ANSWER TO THESE QUESTIONS:
I was married to Bill for three months and I didn’t know he drank until one night he came home sober.
What can I do about all the Sex, Nudity, Fowl Language and Violence on My VCR?
I have a man I can’t trust. He cheats so much, I’m not even sure the baby I’m carrying is his.
I am a twenty-three year old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years. It’s getting expensive and I think my boyfriend should share half the cost, but I don’t know him well enough to discuss money with him.
I’ve suspected that my husband has been fooling around, and when confronted with the evidence, he denied everything and said it would never happen again.
My mother is mean and short tempered. I think she is going through mental pause.
You told some woman whose husband had lost all interest in sex to send him to a doctor. Well, my husband lost all interest in sex and he is a doctor. Now what do I do?
AND NOW MY FAVORITE:
My forty year old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50.00 an hour every week for two and a half years. He must be crazy.
Your family will love this!
1 9-inch prepared pie crust
1 10-ounce package frozen broccoli florets, thawed
1 small garlic clove
3 large eggs
1 1/3 cups whole milk
1/8 teaspoon grated nutmeg
1 cup extra sharp Cheddar (orange or yellow), coarsely grated (2 ∏ oz)
Place a foil lined baking sheet in the middle of the oven and preheat to 375F.
Drain broccoli in a colander and pat very dry.
Mince and mash garlic to a paste with a pinch of salt.
Whisk together garlic paste, eggs, milk, nutmeg, and 1/4 teaspoon salt.
Pour filling into pie shell and add broccoli, then sprinkle with cheese. Bake until custard is just set, 45 to 50 minutes. Cool on a rack 15 minutes. Serve warm or at room temperature.