Deep-fried (very frozen) butter passes for cuisine in some quarters in the USA, as you know. I view it as the "haggis" of the American South. Yes, I'd prefer beef in the pie too, but a baby calf is as cute as a baby lamb. In China, they eat baby kittens. When you see them looking forlorn in cages in the market, they're not pets, they're supper. Same with puppies in South Korea with those red and blue bows in the market. Protein. Don't overthink it, but peanuts somehow seem to be more acceptable if you're looking for that protein spike.
I cannot entertain the idea of eating a puppy or a kitten. Not even if I was starving. Of course, I’ve never been starving so I probably would have a very different viewpoint were I to be in that position. I hope I never am because the thought of eating a puppy or a kitten is horrific. This is my problem, I do overthink it.
And who knows if peanuts cry or not when they’re being shelled? 😩😆
Whimsy on a Wednesday stories are always a great pleasure for me 😍. Now I'm smiling (the corners of my mouth are just greeting my ears 😁) Those lambs are more than cute. And Gustavo... just made my day 😄.
I was half expecting there to be a harsh snap back to the reality of March’s weather juxtapositions mid way through the paragraph. Reading about the wonderful weather of last week whilst listening to the hail slash against the window was quite something. March Madness.
I would also like to be served a slice of mind blowing cold cherry pie along side a glass of this-might-make-me-pass-out-it’s-so-good wine when we’re next together. I’m looking forward to it.
Yes, indeed, Ellie! I have just been blown from one side of the pavement to the other whilst delivering my parcels. The rain is currently going sideways and it’s bloody freezing. That’s because Easter is coming and March is a nasty little vixen who doesn’t want us to go out and enjoy ourselves!
I so wish you were here to enjoy the wine and the cherry pie and everything else I’d probably get in because you’ve arrived. I love everything that you’re about ❤️
I don't want to put too fine a point on it, but then there's Bambi... Elk and deer hunters arrive in the neighborhood each year to slaughter the wildlife. To be fair about it, I've done my share of hunting. However, as I explain it to them, living where you see them being born and growing up, they become (not pets) neighbors.
Just because I eat the steak doesn't mean that I want to meet the cow.
Gasp! Can’t eat Bambi. This is the point, you can’t meet the thing alive because then you can’t eat it. This is why I don’t look at my carrots when I’m slicing them.
Spring has definitely sprung, wolves among the sheep, slurping pinot. I thought you didn't like pinots, or was it peanuts - sounds similar, but nobody drinks peanut butter (that I know). The light and space of spring, votive candles at sunset to enhance the experience, and what is a cottage pie? Is it the same as shepherd's pie? Or does it have cottage cheese in it? Can you eat a cottage pie in lieu of a plowman's lunch?
I’m not averse to a Pinot. This one is very Beaujolais. Hate peanuts, particularly underneath marmalade on a sandwich. Actually, I’m surprised somebody hasn’t invented a peanut butter drink in America. This could be a thing, LL. Get someone to make one quickly- it would make millions. If you can fry butter at a fair, you can have a peanut drink.
Cottage pie is a shepherds pie, but with beef not lamb. I think it’s much nicer. I can’t possibly eat a lamb when they’re running around looking like that!
Deep-fried (very frozen) butter passes for cuisine in some quarters in the USA, as you know. I view it as the "haggis" of the American South. Yes, I'd prefer beef in the pie too, but a baby calf is as cute as a baby lamb. In China, they eat baby kittens. When you see them looking forlorn in cages in the market, they're not pets, they're supper. Same with puppies in South Korea with those red and blue bows in the market. Protein. Don't overthink it, but peanuts somehow seem to be more acceptable if you're looking for that protein spike.
I cannot entertain the idea of eating a puppy or a kitten. Not even if I was starving. Of course, I’ve never been starving so I probably would have a very different viewpoint were I to be in that position. I hope I never am because the thought of eating a puppy or a kitten is horrific. This is my problem, I do overthink it.
And who knows if peanuts cry or not when they’re being shelled? 😩😆
Whimsy on a Wednesday stories are always a great pleasure for me 😍. Now I'm smiling (the corners of my mouth are just greeting my ears 😁) Those lambs are more than cute. And Gustavo... just made my day 😄.
That’s so nice to hear, Heike! That’s made my day! 💗
The Gustavo thing made me laugh!
Oregon wine must be damnedly expensive in England.
Hey Roger! That one cost £20 so not so bad, but he does much more expensive ones!
Glad to know England's newest residents have not yet banned alcohol...
Wine is a plenty, Roger!
I was half expecting there to be a harsh snap back to the reality of March’s weather juxtapositions mid way through the paragraph. Reading about the wonderful weather of last week whilst listening to the hail slash against the window was quite something. March Madness.
I would also like to be served a slice of mind blowing cold cherry pie along side a glass of this-might-make-me-pass-out-it’s-so-good wine when we’re next together. I’m looking forward to it.
I love reading about anything you write about ♥️
Yes, indeed, Ellie! I have just been blown from one side of the pavement to the other whilst delivering my parcels. The rain is currently going sideways and it’s bloody freezing. That’s because Easter is coming and March is a nasty little vixen who doesn’t want us to go out and enjoy ourselves!
I so wish you were here to enjoy the wine and the cherry pie and everything else I’d probably get in because you’ve arrived. I love everything that you’re about ❤️
I don't want to put too fine a point on it, but then there's Bambi... Elk and deer hunters arrive in the neighborhood each year to slaughter the wildlife. To be fair about it, I've done my share of hunting. However, as I explain it to them, living where you see them being born and growing up, they become (not pets) neighbors.
Just because I eat the steak doesn't mean that I want to meet the cow.
Gasp! Can’t eat Bambi. This is the point, you can’t meet the thing alive because then you can’t eat it. This is why I don’t look at my carrots when I’m slicing them.
Spring has definitely sprung, wolves among the sheep, slurping pinot. I thought you didn't like pinots, or was it peanuts - sounds similar, but nobody drinks peanut butter (that I know). The light and space of spring, votive candles at sunset to enhance the experience, and what is a cottage pie? Is it the same as shepherd's pie? Or does it have cottage cheese in it? Can you eat a cottage pie in lieu of a plowman's lunch?
I’m not averse to a Pinot. This one is very Beaujolais. Hate peanuts, particularly underneath marmalade on a sandwich. Actually, I’m surprised somebody hasn’t invented a peanut butter drink in America. This could be a thing, LL. Get someone to make one quickly- it would make millions. If you can fry butter at a fair, you can have a peanut drink.
Cottage pie is a shepherds pie, but with beef not lamb. I think it’s much nicer. I can’t possibly eat a lamb when they’re running around looking like that!
That deranged teddy bear is going to give me some serious nightmares tonight. It's not nice to mess with Americans right now. We are very fragile.
I’m sorry, Nancy. Blame the French 😆 Don’t they say that art should be uncomfortable? 🥴
So many reasons to blame the French…😆
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gorgeous opening capture of the sun, very the intro from Silent Light.
photo 2: redwoods.
remember when Gustavo was riding his bicycle in The Muppet Movie?
Agatha Christie, i'm not looking at the gun, i'm looking at that bear's lace booties!!!
Irish silo, very Doctor Who.
mah dahlin, have you watched Portlandia? watch the intro, you'll become a fan of Washed Out and bike polo.
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I love that light through the trees. Its soothing!
That bear is a little sinister. He should be called Gustavo. Gustavo the Grizzle has a gun.
Yes! Very Doctor Who! *)