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Remember when Newspapers had early and late editions?

Thursday Thoughts --  The Late Edition

Waiter: we've just had some lobsters flown in from Maine
Customer: oh the poor things, their first night in the big city and they have to end up on my plate.

from The Shepherd's Crown by Terry Pratchett:
"Power means nothing without a decent harvest in the barn and a flock of Sunday dinners grazing on the hills." 

(something our politicians should be more aware of eh?)

I went to bed last night knowing I hadn't scheduled a post for today, thinking that I'd get a couple of hours sleep then be wide awake, or at least awake enough, to put something here by 2-3am. 
Well, that didn't work out, as you can see.
It's almost 8am already.

Tuesday night's wide awakeness didn't repeat itself, instead my brain is a heat-melted mush puddle and all I want to do is lie around doing nothing until April. Or May.
Probably I should have stayed home yesterday, but things had to be done, so out I went, to hang around at bus stop…

Words for Wednesday

Whimsical Wedneday # 208

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.

We've all felt like this occasionally, right?


I'm watching Gordon Ramsay rip into a restaurant owner who hasn't a clue. His parents left him the restaurant/pizza place, but I don't think they taught him anything about running the establishment.

A customer has just become ill from the seafood from his kitchen and Gordon has ordered the kitchen shut down with everything in it thrown out. An ambulance was called for the customer.
A vegetarian customer finds a bone in her tomato sauce.
Owner: but that's the way we've always made it, with pork bones and (whatever that was) for flavour. 
Gordon: you cannot serve this to a vegetarian customer!!
Gordon has asked all current customers to leave.

The owner typically stays out of the kitchen entirely and spends all his time in the front making pizzas, the place is also a pizza takeaway place. 

The owner is still running the place exactly as it was since the 1960s. 
Nothing has changed, not even the menu. 
Fresh ingredients are bought, processed then frozen to be served later. 

well, it's done,

the twice yearly fridge clean out. 

Shelves emptied and washed, crispers emptied and washed, bags of assorted lettuce leaves tossed out, only a wee bit past the use-by dates, but smelling sour.
Out went the mouldy onion, a mushy apple, old garlic that had gone soft. 

Other stuff taking up space but not being used after the first tasting also got tossed out. 
Bye-bye garlic aioli. 
Doesn't that sound like something that would be deliciously yummy? Well, it wasn't. 
More like oily, runny mayonnaise, and if there was any garlic in there, I'm Queen Elizabeth's twin sister, because I couldn't taste it. Besides, the use by date was last September.

Even the freezer got an overhaul. Freezer-burnt bread, meant for toast, but who eats hot toast when the temps are over 40C?

Frozen peas and corn, untouched since mid autumn, served with today's dinner, but didn't taste quite right, so I scraped them off my plate into the bin and followed that with both packets along with severa…


I've just spent several minutes updating my blog list, after a reminder from a very dear friend that she wasn't yet on there.

I confessed to her that I hadn't updated in years and had forgotten how, asked for instructions and voila!

Newly updated and super long. Now you can all click on the links and follow along with all my favourite people.

If any of you notice you still aren't on there, let me know and I'll add you while I still remember how.  (*~*)

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