I think what you need to do is figure out a price for each item and then add them up. I sell doll clothes on ebay and sometimes they go for as little as $3.00 each but sometimes much higher so it is hard to say but I would figure out what I thought each item would sell for and then just add them up for a total.... Did you have a particular pattern that you used or is this an original..Was it a cloth doll?....It sounds adorable.

It's hard to make generalities about over 1 billion people, lol. But I have found that there are many, many Chinese families who don't stir-fry at all, or do it very seldom. Not every American family eats burgers and hot dogs, either, for a local analogy. I guess if others judged American culture by TV ads and billboards, they would think we all lived on a daily diet of McDonald's Big Macs! But in general, many Asian cuisines do have a "triple path". There is home cooking; there is restaurant cooking; and there is banquet, or feast, food. I was talking to my Hong Kong-born Chinese-Portugese DH a few weeks ago, and he (finally) remembered to tell me a story about one of his uncles who died over 15 yrs ago. This uncle was famous in the family for making the Chinese broccoli with oyster sauce, or ho yau gai lan as it used to be spelled (I'm terrible with the new spellings, sorry). I've done this dish, and it seems very simple. Blanch the gai lan, stir-fry it quickly, drizzle it with oyster sauce. What's so hard about it? DH told me his uncle was so meticulous and painstaking about doing this dish, it was intimidating even to just watch him. Every cut had to be a precise size, the water had to be just the right temperature, the timing was down to the second. The wok had to be heated for XX number of minutes with just enough oil but not too much; the tossing and last-minute steaming done always the same way. In six decades of eating, DH says his uncle's gai lan remains the best. And every time, because he was so exacting about it, it was always perfect. But it was a lot of work, done to ensure that nothing was left to chance. He very seldom made it, in fact. Just the news that there was going to be a party and that Uncle had promised to make his gai lan, was enough to make everybody, even reluctant-to-socialize teenagers, show up for dinner! Oh, and outside of the gai lan, hardly anyone in DH's family, all 200+ members in Vancouver BC, stir-fries. Most of them don't even own a wok, which is interesting because otherwise they've kept their HK culture intact very assiduously. Unlike the American relatives, all of whom by the second generation barely remember their Cantonese, all the Canadian relatives speak Cantonese at home, so that even the fourth generation little kids are bi-lingual.

oh Sharon, I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you...I hope the "whatever" fixes the "thingy"! Out of WINE?!?!?!?! Did I read that right??? oh Katie, snow and eggnog and decorating sounds heavenly... Tricia, it's so nice to have you back....and isn't it nice to be appreciated - hard work is right! oh Annie, the Nutcracker will be fabulous - what a wonderful time you'll have! And thank you. I had forgotten about Diane's cucciadati - man that was goooood! I think I need you all to remind me of all the great Christmas recipes right after Halloween. Duane, that's what's cool about this thread- and this forum -ya know? ...you can ramble all you want...you always know you're not alone and we're all following you...as opposed to when I ramble at home and not a soul pays attention...:-) Diane, sounds like just with your baking, you have plenty to do. I still have to do Christmas cards, too. It is bitter bitter cold here but I can't complain because we were spared the debilitating lake effect snow that they got - not too far north of here! We have a white coating - maybe 3 inches total. It's hard to say as the wind is blowing so much and lots has turned to ice. Scott just returned after being gone for a week and a half, so tonight we HAVE to take our family pic in front of the tree....always an experience - LOL. ONe year, Will and scott got into an argument (will was VERY small) as he wanted to wear the pink fuzzy slippers that I bought him (because he wanted them!) in the photo...and his Dad didn't want him to...:-) Then remember the series of photos when We were all cracking up after Will - ahem- passed gas right before the timer went off??? Even Sammy had one eye shut - LOL. I have to finish my cards. I have to make Sherry's Santa's Helpers - my new job as business manager at the public library requires that we make cookies for our board of trustees for their monthly meeting which is Monday - and I decided on those. Plus Will wants some. :-) We have a work Christmas party for Scott tomorrow night. Lots going on! Stacy

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