There are always some vapid "celebrity" pictures in our pub quiz, but Conrad does not lower himself to trawl the bottom-feeder news sites that feature banner headlines about single-name persons he cares nothing about. No, instead he brings along Darling Daughter Sally for that, since she is worryingly familiar with the biographies and photos of these peripatetic pond-scum.
Darling Daughter Sally. In winter plumage, since you ask. |
Or "fries", for any of our Trans-Atlantic apple-pie fiends. We here in the UK call them "chips" after "chipped potatoes", which is more accurate tonight because I made sweet potato chips. There were a couple of the tubers waiting to be used up, but when you make chips they get coated in oil and baked in the oven. Thus not fries.
Before |
After |
There is no third picture since they went in minutes, despite Wonder Wife deciding that she couldn't manage many - Darling Daughter's fingers moved too fast to be seen.
Th-th-that's all, folks!
As I said, we are off to sample some bitter and try to win without Googling. Fortunately the scones got made last night, and tonight I got some squirty cream and extra butter to go with them - we already had strawberry jam.
So - Tanks?
Oh go on, then
Come back Sigmund Freud, all is forgiven ... |
Now, I really must be off!
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