Lady Avonlea
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Are there 4 tattlers interested in spending this coming weekend at the poo-infested shitoo?
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.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.
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?
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!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.
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.
You and me both Pekey! Mind you we are going to have a heatwave at the end of this week! 16C !!!!!In bed with the electric blanket on reading Tattle and other stuff on youtube.
Well..... I won't be in the garden tomorrow!
I am 'Over" winter Gertie.
With the World Wide Computer outage I would think some cannot get there .... the connective flights etc from far flung places makes it hard let me tell you !!!!Well well well cancellations galore at the chateau tit, couldn’t happen to a better team. Are people finally waking up that the place is filthy, a death trap and overpriced shithole
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?
Hey! She lived in a cubby hole! In Fanny's head that makes her the winner in the "poor" category.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.)
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.
Hey! She lived in a cubby hole! In Fanny's head that makes her the winner in the "poor" category.
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?
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.
'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.