The Proof Is In The Pancake -

 - Rather Than The Pudding
     Although you can regard these particular pancakes as pudding because they are quite sweet -

Oh!  Where Are My Manners!
     I quite forgot to introduce us properly.  As is my wont (a pseudy way of saying "I am -") I am posting twice today, since I have some material accumulated since mid-afternoon and a few photos to share as well.  So this one might have been titled "Of Dogs And Digestion" or "Canines, Catering And Correspondents", or even "Enough Hot Air To Loft A Balloon"*.  Anyway, back to the regular scheduled broadcast -

- as they are constituted of a banana and two eggs beaten together, beaten into a froth, and ensure that the batter is pretty frothy if you make these.
     Note that they are Gluten Free - none of that wicked wheaty flour in there to gum up a person's insides.

With blueberries - not a success!

Optimal sized

       The trick here is to keep them small, so that your spatula will get underneath the whole pancake when it comes time to turn it over, and not to overcook - about 2 minutes before turning.
     Some of the gluten-free pancake recipes Conrad has tried in the past have been rather grim, but he'd be quite happy to eat a plateful of these.
     Three thumbs up!

Stir-Fry
     This photo is for no other reason than that I had the phone present whilst cooking.  Voila!

Good enough to eat.  Obviously.

     Sally soliplistically snubbed the scran, sniffily, stating she might scoff some - "later." 
     Not if Conrad eats it all before then, young lady.
     Oh, and I had a glass of home-made lemonade with it, which went down very well.  Hopefully everyone else will deem it bitter and bitumenous**, and avoid it.

"Three Against Rommel"
     By Alexander Clifford, this book was published during wartime, 1943 to be exact, and my copy has an inscription in the rear in blue fountain pen that is too scrawly to be read, but is dated "1944".
     is this relevant?  Why yes, because one of Conrad's favourite books about the Desert War is the "African Trilogy" by Alan Moorehead.  Reading up to page 60 of 3AR, some parts had an eerie familiarity to them - until I realised that Clifford and Moorehead had been part of the same small group of war correspondents, covering the same battles and events and each writing about them.  At this time (January 1941) there were only 8 accredited journalists in the Middle East, so inevitably there is overlap.
     It will be interesting to see how later years in the Desert War will be covered.
     Perhaps that should be rephrased - "interesting to Conrad"

A grommet flange.  Fascinating - if you're Conrad

Proof Positive Of Dog-Sitting Diligence
     Conrad, normally the second-string dog-director, is the chief mutt-minder today.  Edna has been somewhat enervated by the heat today, taking to lying around like a discarded fur boot:

Edna the Enervated Dog.  Less dramatic appeal than Edna the Inebriated Woman.

     As a mindful second dad, I take Edna for a walk in the morning and evening.  Sally missed the first walk as she was still conked out in bed (student lifestyle ahoy!) and the second because she was in pyjamas.

Edna frolicking

Edna, her doggy dignity cast to the winds

     The first walk obviously didn't exert her enough, since she had an attack of "zoomies" when she got back in, dashing up and down the stairs, bowling along with various toys clutched in her mouth.  It was tiring just watching her.

Invincible
     No!  Not the battlecruiser sunk at Jutland, nor the through-deck cruiser, I mean the comic-book.  
     Conrad feels sure he's posted about this earlier in the month, but he also feels sure that nobody will remember what specious drivel he posted and so feels safe to carry on here.

Issues 17, 18 and 19

     I turns out I already had Issue 17 and 18, but didn't remember anything about them (memory - The Backstabber In The Boudoir), so I spent an hour sitting in the sun this afternoon re-reading them.
     <Mister Hand posts a Boredom Alert here, so you may want to go and put the kettle on>
     What I like about "Invincible" is the consistency.  You see, in comics  <Danger! warns Mister Hand.  Go brew a cup of really strong coffee> the artwork has to be delivered to a schedule, and that schedule is iron-clad, non-negotiable and absolutely has to be hit.  Thus you might find a second artist gets brought in to draw the strip and ensure deadlines get hit - which is why Conrad stopped buying "Scalped".  Not with "Invincible" - the artist who draws remains Ryan Ottley, although he gets help from a separate inker and colourist.
     There you go - instructed about - hang on, you're not asleep are you?  Are you!

Introuble.  Close enough

* Like the Montgolfier brother's balloon, which of course you read about in BOOJUM!
** Tarry.  I know it's woefully unlikely to be judged so, but- alliteration!