"Why, in a nation established by revolution against a reigning monarchy, do they name a fast food product after said sovereign?
Enquiring minds want to know! |
Oh, "Encomium"? Is that what you were wondering? It means 'to praise highly'. Perhaps I should have used 'caution you extensively about the Devil's Own Ore', but that's difficult to fit into a headline.
Quickly! Set up a bird-scarer on the nearest lamp-post - this will decoy the zombies away from your house and allow you ingress and egress in a tolerable fashion. Art?
<sigh> No, Art, no! |
Your time is up, Mister Slotin |
https://comsatangel2002.blogspot.co.uk/2018/04/squash-stuffed-with-meat-and-groats.html
Not only is Pu94 dangerously radioactive, it is also extremely toxic, in the order of as dangerous as nerve gas if inhaled in powder form. Nor is that all. Oh no! For it has a voracious appetite for water, and will expand enormously if allowed to soak up the H2O. This means it can split open containers and burst forth like an uninvited guest at your wedding.
What? Is this supposed to deter gatecrashers at - Oh I see. For zombies. Right |
At this point you probably wish you'd stuck to collecting coins.
Just for a change, let's sit the motley down and give it a nice fish and chip supper, and then begin -
Which Leads To -
Take a look at the MV 'Pacific Egret', which at first glance appears to be a humble if up to date freight vessel. Art?
A life on the ocean wave, eh? |
Surprise! |
Intriguing stuff, hmmm?
And Today -
The weather in the Pond of Eden has been predictable for Spring: wet. One nice day is about all we'll get until our laughably-termed 'summer', which will be about one week long. Yesterday Edna and I only got one walk in, because the rain came wazzing down from mid-day onwards. We did manage a morning constitutional, and here is the evidence, for Wonder Wifey if no-one else. Art?
Finally -
Here's something I whipped up last night, "Mixed Nut Slices" from the Hummingbird Bakery Cookbook. Art?
Rather fiddly to make, because it requires a sweet pastry dough rolled out to 9" by 13", and since the dough is in a lump the size of both my fists, it needed a touch of finesse - as the rolling pin was too big to fit in the baking tin, Conrad had to use a tin of beer instead.
It's also very sticky, so it is residing in the fridge at present, until I can take it into work and unload it on my hapless colleagues. Tee hee!
* It would be nice if it were true, though.
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