The Chateau Diaries #318 Two buck chuck and pork belly under a dingy 80-year-old tent. Sounds elegant.

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Are there 4 tattlers interested in spending this coming weekend at the poo-infested shitoo?
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lindaruppel3323
58 minutes ago
What happened to the 4 th peachick

🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮watch Stephanie lie once again, and try to claim that sis is the mother of the 4P chicks in the garden. Not true. Control by chaos bullshit again by the little orphan princess.

@carolinegooder7091
55 minutes ago
One of the pea chicks disappeared possibly from natural causes. Mother Sif didn't sound an alarm
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RESTORING AN ESTATE MAP IS WORTH $30,000 PER MONTH FROM PATRONS?
@lorassorkin
1 minute ago
I was very happy to see, and hear you'll be restoring, the old estate map. Hopefully it will be hung up for all the map nerds like me to enjoy!
 
As a child my favorite hors d’oeuvres was cheddar Easy Cheese on a Chicken in a Biscuit cracker topped with a canned smoked oyster. On rare occasions these days I still crave it and off to the store I go. I grew up in a house where you took a few sips out of your glass bottle co-cola and then filled it up with roasted salted peanuts. It’s a cultural touchstone in the south.
Oysters Rockefeller, daddy. Sounds like it might go down good for breakfast at the fish shack. It's almost like my daddy's fishing trip concoctions, pre-freeze dried meals. Sardines. Saltines. Like canapés for breakfast, lunch and dinner. One home kitchen permutation, and this is really something you eat only with fishin' buddies and real friends -- sardines, really good honey mustard, and Vidalia onion slices on lightly buttered bread of choice. Pumpernickel is heaven.
 
We call that spray cheese where I'm from.....I had a hankering for it during the first month of the pandemic, when everything was shut down. A trip to the grocery store and shelves were sparse, but there were oodles of cans of it on the shelves! My husband, who looked at it disgustingly, said "Even in end of times, no one wants that tit!". I happily had the whole can to myself, with some Sociable crackers and swore I would NEVER EVER eat it again!

And, yes, I **might** have turned the can upside down and sprayed it into my mouth. I thought we were all dying, so what the hell?

You slay me @M&MsMom ! I have images of you in a Led Zeppelin shirt, saying, "The world is ending- I could give a f..." spraying EZ cheese in your mouth! Those were strange times!

Our old veterinarian in South Tampa keeps a can in her office as a "special treat" for her canine patients during their visits, as it is not something the bougie lot (dogs of the rich and famous) would get at home (and she is adamant that "cheese in a can should only be administered by a veterinarian- and makes the oral vaccines and visit much tolerable!") My JRT, however, thought it was abysmal and would just huff in disgust! :ROFLMAO:
 
Oysters Rockefeller, daddy. Sounds like it might go down good for breakfast at the fish shack. It's almost like my daddy's fishing trip concoctions, pre-freeze dried meals. Sardines. Saltines. Like canapés for breakfast, lunch and dinner. One home kitchen permutation, and this is really something you eat only with fishin' buddies and real friends -- sardines, really good honey mustard, and Vidalia onion slices on lightly buttered bread of choice. Pumpernickel is heaven.
Now you’re talking my love language. Toss in bag of salty sack oysters and I’m in. I’ll even bring the Crystal Hot Sauce. That Tobasco mess is strictly for tourists!
 
How Crowdstrike (aka Bastards Inc) are going to apologise for screwing up the entire planet today...



Boots the Chemist here in Northern Ireland have told me that they cannot process my prescription for pain meds. Amazon has no idea when they can process two orders. Royal Mail/Post Office (two different companies) have no idea where one of my parcels from Australia is, the self service checkouts at Sainsburys Supermarket are not in use, Marks and Spencers has no fruit because their delivery system here in NI is down and a close friend who well deserves a relaxing vacation is unable to get to Barcelona.

At least there's Tattle, but I sincerely hope all this has fucked up Fanny and Monsieur Nostrils in some little way.


It's bad. Mr. T Rex let me know about it whilst I was making brekkie this morning. Pretty much, an update was pushed out to Microsoft users, those who have automatic updates were effected, and the problem was that everything went into a constant boot cycle. IT bubbas had to physically stop the reboot cycle on the affected system and apply a patch. Companies like Southwest Airlines (who were still operating on Windows 3.1- WHAT?!?) were unaffected, but the FAA still made everyone shut down. With so many companies being virtual nowadays, it is a little more difficult to do because you need physical access to the system, if that makes sense.

Obvs, those using Linux or iOS were unscathed.

Usually, an update would be tested on a separate network stand-alone in house prior to being launched publicly, so I am not sure what happened or why it was released. It had to do with CrowdStrike, which is analytic software company (that many Fortune 500 companies use the identify hackers and cyber threats on Microsoft platforms.) It has given them a big black eye, and rightfully should.
 
Almost 20 years later, Sam could write the same column, especially his description, "there is, I take comfort, what estate agents tend to call a wonderful opportunity for modernization. There's no heating and some rooms don't have electric light"

Sam may have found the shitoo a charming, low-brow weekend in his 20 something, post-uni days, but given his professional credentials & family background, I don't think Sam would be keen on staying this coming weekend even if he was given one of the vacant rooms for free. Althought maybe he could bring his Aunt Prue Leith along. I'd love to hear Auntie Prue's feedback on FRK's cooking, Snorty's tablescaping and Fanny's tacky hosting. Auntie Prue wouldn't be impressed with the decanted cheap wine, edible flowers, minuscule portions, crappy puddings and blueberries sliced in half.
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I could be wrong, but it looks like our girl caught the rona. I wonder how many others are infected and who is the Typhoid Mary? A Lalander? A patron?

Fanny is always "sick" when ANY work is involved, so I am not buying it. She feels unwell "every month", so either she is a hypochondriac (seems legit), Aunt Flo is visiting (take some Midol and soldier on), or just revels in being the center of attention (because Patron Day was SO much work, y'all, and is not being mollycoddled.) I fully expect to see a "miraculous recovery- praise Jesus!" after a few days of being catered to by Snorts and FRK.

Sadly, if Fanny actually caught Rona from one of the guests (or something from clearing out the nasty rat-poo attic with zero PPE), she has cried wolf for so long with her constant ague that no one believes she is truly ill. Cleaning the HazMat attic and hydrating with whiskey soda is certainly not helping.
 
I believe Fanny has not replaced the wallpaper because she will purchase expensive antique wood paneling ( which she will miraculously find “cheap” in an auction ) and will panel her room and quarters.She also uses the intentionally maintained poor state of her bedroom and quarters
( tattered curtains/ peeling wallpaper/ maintaining the suite as a perpetual construction zone/ peeling, rotton windows/ bad electrical outlets and wiring/ peeling ceilings/ the “ wrong” chandeliers, etc. to use as a setting for emotional manipulation/ smoke and mirrors to bolster her fake “ broke, downtrodden 50 year old little orphan princess” narrative and as a distraction from the hundreds of thousands of euros/ dollars she has spent purchasing crap for herself and the Dump as well as the thousand + gifts she received in the past 5 years ( most never to be seen again, likely sold by Snorts, thrown away, bartered with other chateau owners for other items, gifted in transactional relationships, or crammed into an attic room or outer building at the Dump.)
Hey! She lived in a cubby hole! In Fanny's head that makes her the winner in the "poor" category.
 
You know, I think it’s a bit of both. I think our taste buds change as we age and the corporations change recipes to cheaper and/or available ingredients. They don’t quite taste the same to me but close. Just look at the abomination of modern Coke Classic. I personally can taste the difference since they changed from cane sugar to high fructose sugar.
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To be clear, doing the thing properly would require Royal Crown Cola but that’s not as easy to find today.

Case in point . . . Cadbury's Dairy Milk, Lindt and Mars Bars . . . 😢
 
For the highly aspirational and indeed home ec/hygienic aesthetic origin of the great American Jello salad -- "scientific cooking" -- foodies might wish to read this feminist classic on Perfection Salad. People who make this old-fashioned dish are participating in a culture. Check out Southern Living's collection of congealed salads. My favorite is the lime Jello, cottage cheese, pineapple and horseradish. We have it for breakfast at the fish shack on 110 degree days, days we're not having Co'Cola and cigarettes for breakfast.

@billybudd, those days of Diet Coke and Marlboros for brekkie in my 20s were fun times! But now, it's just porridge (oatmeal with fruit and nuts- heart health) unless @MRShavershamsdress (or another dignified guest- which all of my guests are) is visiting- hashbrown casserole, grits, biscuits & gravy, bacon, eggs over easy, cinnamon rolls, fresh fruit platter... But, I will re-draw the Mason Dixon Line at Crystal hot sauce- NO- this is a dignified house of Texas Pete! (But will agree- Tabasco brand IS hot garbage!)
 
'After all, ecclesiastical and musical history has been intertwined for centuries. approached the cherry crimson color that is the "pink" of Oxford's silk linings for music.'

Wasn't her colour white?

And speaking of Amaury . . . right on cue.



The graduation photo was following her time at Trinity LABDN in London, after Oxford. (I think the grad ceremonies are held at the Royal Naval College in Greenwich - the photo certainly looks as if the background overlooks the Thames.)
 
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