Yesterday was the first official day of the summer holidays. Weekends don't count, of course. Already I understand why my mother was so relieved when Harry and I went back to school. It's not that I don't like having them around, but a forty year old trying to keep up with a five year old is just an unfair contest. I thought I had things structured pretty well, but clearly I was wrong.
I resorted to letting them play dog bowling indoors.
Picture this with a collection of plastic bottles, books stood up on end, and paper cups. Add two gigantic hounds. Mix vigorously in one small flat.
...It was fun though. Sometimes I think I let them get away with too much because I really want to do it too. This one's definitely an outdoor activity from now on though.
We also went to Tesco and got snapper and cabbage for a recipe Mycroft wanted to try. He waited till L was home for moral support, but he really did almost all of it by himself. It was delicious. I forgot what it was called already (if it had a name? maybe it didn't) so Mycroft, when I refer to That Snapper Thing, you'll know what I mean, right?
L and I are still running and/or jogging in the evenings. It's really nice, even if he does call me a sadist and make dark predictions about the upcoming rugby match. If I took it all seriously, I'd be expecting the four horsemen of the apocalypse to ride out and start lopping off heads on both sides.
I resorted to letting them play dog bowling indoors.
Picture this with a collection of plastic bottles, books stood up on end, and paper cups. Add two gigantic hounds. Mix vigorously in one small flat.
...It was fun though. Sometimes I think I let them get away with too much because I really want to do it too. This one's definitely an outdoor activity from now on though.
We also went to Tesco and got snapper and cabbage for a recipe Mycroft wanted to try. He waited till L was home for moral support, but he really did almost all of it by himself. It was delicious. I forgot what it was called already (if it had a name? maybe it didn't) so Mycroft, when I refer to That Snapper Thing, you'll know what I mean, right?
L and I are still running and/or jogging in the evenings. It's really nice, even if he does call me a sadist and make dark predictions about the upcoming rugby match. If I took it all seriously, I'd be expecting the four horsemen of the apocalypse to ride out and start lopping off heads on both sides.
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Heh heh heh. You should try cup stacking. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTQafnLf89w&feature=youtube_gdata_player. For practice, plastic party cups in a size appropriate the hands in question work. Solid ones. Avoid flimsy, floppy ones. It's fun and weirdly addicting. When you get good, youncan get partner games going, passing cups back and forth.
Toodles,
Bronwyn
Dog bowling looks like fun, but definitely one for outdoors. Of course, you have an advantage over many people with kids this summer, in that you live in central London and have free museums on your doorstep (and kids who like that sort of thing). But I suppose they much prefer doing stuff that's boisterous and noisy :-)
Good to hear that you and Lestrade are still getting out for some exercise in the evenings; must be good to get a bit of quiet time together to decompress.
I can't say we ever tried dog bowling.
One thing my brother and I tried was I wore my rollerskates, my brother stood on his skateboard and we put my hula hoop around us. Then we tied the dog lead to the hula hoop, attached the dog to the lead then threw a ball.
We did this outside by the way. Loads of fun.
The hula hoop broke, I hit a low wall we had in the garden and my brother just went sprawling.
Making me do those Sprint bursts was sadism! And the four horsemen would have people queuing up.
It is nice though
Just trying to help! Queuing up to get their heads taken off our just for the general spectacle? I can definitely imagine people buying tickets to the apocalypse.
Anyway, the match can't be that bad or you wouldn't be worried about you playing, you'd be worried about me playing.
Heads taken off. And the latter, actually.
I don't have to be worried about you playing. You can only pllay if Sal gets you on NSY's books. And you can't be employed here if you have a criminal record. Which, unfortunately, you do. Now.
...What did you do.
Waoh, sneaky, L. Well done. Maybe. We'll see, after John finds out what you put him in for.
It's illegal, within the Met's jurisdiction, to beat any carpet or floor covering in the street - apart from a doormat before 8am, which is allowed. And sadly it seems he was charged with that offence.
And the theft of 50 sheep, when he was done for cattle raiding. But that was when he was younger.
I knew you were going to bring cattle rustling into this! I'm telling Sally on you.
She may have guessed I had something to do with it already.
Anyway, blame Sherlock. I'm his DI.
You're my DI too!
Nah, I'm your 'person you kiss'. Far more important role.
What are you lot up to?
You apart from regretting my sordid past as a cattle rustler?
Sordid was it?
John - given that we know what med students and rugby players are like, should we even dare to ask what you were planning to do with those 50 sheep...?
Anon - the silence is making me worry that it was VERY sordid.
Nothing the sheep would object to I promise you.
L - it's it even possible to have a non sordid cattle rustling past?
Yes.
You could have been a gent among rustlers. a good honest criminal.
That sounds terribly dull. No, it was definitely sordid.
I'll add a few more charges to the sheet then.
Don't think i'll be home early tonight. Want to eat without me? Or will the boys just stay up late now it's the holidays.
(same anon)
John - I've seen your picture. Somehow I can't imagine you hearing many (or indeed any!) objections when you propose to enact sordid deeds. And I feel sure L will back me up here.
Anyway, if I stole sheep why was I charged with cattle rustling!
Uh...dunno, how late were you thinking? Do you still want to run?
Anon - I did nothing sordid with the sheep!
L - if I feed them around seven, we could run when you get home and you and I could eat after?
Everyone who sees sheep TWOCing and you claiming to be sordid thought the same as Anon up there, I'm certain.
7, 8 I don't know. Probably won't feel like running, if I'm honest. Maybe, depends on the time.
Yeah, fine, whatever you think
TWOCing??
All right. Are you doing okay? How's work?
Taking without the owners consent. Doesn't apply to sheep either, don't think. It's just called theft of livestock.
Bit tired. Fine though. Busy.
*grin* We call it "unauthorized use"- applies to cars, livestock, and boats. Mostly just call it UU for short. (Car thieves get charged with the trifecta- uu, mvt, and plain felony theft.)
I took a half sick day to sleep in, no court today. Apparently not a good idea- I'm having a hell of a time waking up. But I bet I"ll be plenty awake (and sweaty) by the time I've taken the bus. Is it as broiling hot there as it's been on the east coast of the States this past week or so? Lucky today, the high's only 35 C with 36% humidity. Last week it got up to 46.1 taking the heat index into account (60% humidity is a bitch...).
John: You can't hide from me. I know EXACTLY what you were doing with those sheep! I have video proof! Well. It's dark and you can't see some of the people, so I KNOW one of them is you. :D
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2FX9rviEhw&feature=related
Greg: Super hugs from far away! I know what you guys should do re: game day. Go get the local university cheer team (do you have those?) to come and cheer for you. It will blow the other guys away, and it's a great chance for the squad to practice during the summer. Plus, great public relations headlines! Also, you can contact senior homes and ask them if they'd be willing to make knitted police mascot dolls for you to sell at the match to help fund y'all.
http://www.modernknitting.co.uk/shop/jean-greenhowe-mascot-dolls-17025-0.html
Weather here is overcast. Warmish, bit humid, bit sunny with rain showers. Typical UK summer - bit of everything.
Lots of people leaving Windows open, lots of criminals taking advantage. The usual.
TWOC covers drivers and passengers, which is good.
Tink - I only wish I'd done that with the sheep! TWOCing or not, surely that couldn't be considered a crime.
L - just tell me if there's anything I can do to help, okay? You seem a bit down. I don't know, maybe it's just my imagination.
It's been around 41 or 42 C here for weeks. I'm getting used to it I think. Though, my brother fried an egg on a pan he sat on the sidewalk for twenty minutes on a dare. Then ate it. Apparently, it cooked up quite well. Welcome to the southern US, y'all.
Toodles,
Bronwyn
I'm okay. Would rather be spending my time with you lot.
Just stuff on my mind, I suppose. Work stuff, not you lot stuff.
All right. Just remember I'm here if you want to talk about it, okay?
And we'd rather be spending time with you too. The camping trip's not far away now though. Is there anything in particular you want for dinner?
Yeah. Thanks.
Nothing in particular. What'll be easy? Or do you and the boys want to do something that we can re heat?
Yeah, probably something we can reheat. I can probably manage pasta, or Mrs Hudson might step in at the last moment and save us all.
Bronwyn - good lord, that's actually pretty impressive. And I had no idea speed stacking cups was done at a competitive level.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkJiHmfkX3M&feature=iv&annotation_id=annotation_138057
Nameless - yeah, museums are going to feature largely, but Sherlock in particular has a lot of energy to get out. And I think I've found him a chemistry tutor, so I definitely want him to expend some of that energy first on the days he's going there.
Trills - ha! It does sound like fun, right up until the wall.
You can't reheat pasta! It only takes about 3 mins to cook fresh. Do pasta for the boys if Mrs H doesn't come to the rescue. I'll do it for us when I'm home
You found a tutor for Sherlock? Have they met yet?
They have not met. That will be the test of course. It could yet go horribly wrong. He seems nice though, very patient. Do you want to come along when I take Sherlock to meet him?
Heh, all right. You do realise I reheat pasta all the time when you're not here?
I get reheating things like lasagna or cannelloni. But pasta and sauce, I don't even...
Am I not there often enough that you've created and honed a hitherto un-needed-by-the-world culinary skill?
I'll come along if I can. If Sherlock wants. Does he know Mrs T? They can swap Sherlock-survival tips.
No, but he knows Mycroft's tutor Ms P, so he's at least somewhat prepared.
I've been reheating pasta my whole life! What if there's leftovers? Someone's got to eat them, you can't just throw them away.
Lestrade - you do realise that most of us mere domestic mortals use dried pasta, and reheat the leftovers, right?
John - does Mycroft get a summer break from his tutors, or does he keep going through until September?
I've never in my life seen leftovers of pasta. I've never found the upper limit of how much pasta an Italian family can eat. Or us and the boys.
If there were, though, I think I'd eat it cold. Doesn't it go rubbery when reheated?
you do realise that most of us mere domestic mortals use dried pasta, and reheat the leftovers, right?
I don't think he does, no.
And Mycroft's lessons won't stop entirely because he doesn't want them to, but he won't go as often, and of course he'll be off for the camping trip and when we (hopefully) go to see Nicky and everyone.
L - I suppose, a bit? Never really thought about it. It's better than what we got in the army, by a long way.
I understand using dried pasta. Don't like it much, but it is very useful. Don't understand how you can make too much - I mean...well, I guess I've just never done that.
Leftovers just didn't happen in our house when I was a kid.
Leftovers always happen for me. I'm not very good at calculating how much people will eat. I will not, however, force you to eat them.
I don't mind eating them. I know lots of things have inevitable left-overs. Just not pasta.
I'll eat anything put in front of me - providing it won't sear the tastebuds off my tongue - and I'd even eat that, if I was starving.
All depends on how you were brought up with food, I suppose. In our house there was never enough, let alone some going spare. Hence drinking Bovril or Marmite for dinner.
Leftovers never happened in our house when I was a kid. Which is possibly why they do so often now - like John, I'm not good at estimating how much people will eat. When I was a kid, there generally wasn't enough excess food in the house to make it an issue (we never went hungry, this isn't a sob story! Just, there wasn't usually enough for leftovers either).
And I was brought up with leftovers because the more mum cooked, the more she didn't have to the next day. And then there was the army, where you ate what there was and tried not to think about it too much. Especially if the packets were out of date.
I can see the appeal of cooking more one day and none the next, definitely. Wouldn't have worked in our house - vultures would have had the lot before morning.
Did you spend time in the army working with the Ghurkas? Is that where your taste for painfully spicy stuff was honed?
Leaving asap. Anything you need?
This reminds me of a woman who bought 16 boxes of girl scout cookies (girl guides in the UK, I believe) from my sister and I when we were kids. She had four teenage boys and commented that the cookies wouldn't last more than a week.
We always had leftovers when I was a kid. Mostly because my mother could feed a small army with a can of green beans and a single hamburger patty. It was amazing. She used to reheat pasta all the time. She'd drop it in a big bowl with a couple of tablespoons of water and zap it for five minutes. Toss it with the sauce, et voila. I never noticed if it was rubbery. I never eat pasta now. Not a big fan, really. Don't much like noodles. Or rice, if I'm honest. Oh well.
Cup stacking is incredible to watch. I used to teach it to my Boy Scouts to keep them busy. Worked like a charm.
Later gator,
Bronwyn
Becca - I believe it. With the amount Sherlock eats now, I can't even imagine how much he's going to go through when he's a teenager.
L - No, we've got everything, thanks.
Some, yes, but it was more that if you drown everything in hot sauce it ceases to taste like anything but hot sauce, which was a pretty good strategy for a lot of what we got.
Good, I'm just locking up the bike.
I won't ever try and feed you from the Yard's canteen then. Might give you flashbacks. And all you'd have to drown it in is brown sauce, or HP. Although I admit their bacon sarnies aren't half bad.
On the upside, you may never need to put groceries away!
That's it. All this talk of pasta means I'm making Lasagna Bolonaise, from scratch, this weekend. Can't decide between ground beef or italian sausage, or both.
Also - I remember my MIL cooking for the fam when her twins (one of which is my hubby) and the younger son were 22 and 19. It seriously looked like the table was going to collapse under the weight of the food. No wonder I gained 10 lbs when we first were living together and ate at their house every weekend.
(Bronwyn - I used to do a sort of cup-stacking game. In college. But there was beer involved. So seeing the kids do the super-fast stacking makes me chuckle and then wince, a little. :D)
Cup stacking looks fun, Bronwyn. I may teach my Brownies (mini Girl Guides). It could keep them occupied, although I doubt it will keep the noise level down :)
Small Hobbit (posting as anon)
John, I have a nice, easy recipe I keep meaning to give to you. It's not quite an entire meal on its own, but you could serve it up with some sausages or something.
The measurements are all American. Have an online conversion calculator, to help with that: http://www.dianasdesserts.com/index.cfm/fuseaction/tools.measures/Measures.cfm
Polenta with Vegetables (or, perhaps, Polenta with Stuff)
1 cup polenta
1 1/4 teaspoon salt
pepper to taste
1/4 cup olive oil
3 1/4 cup cold water
1 tomato (or a handful of cherry tomatoes)
1/2 an onion
assorted vegetables (spinach, basil, bell pepper/capsicum, zuchini/courgette, green beans, etc.)
cheese
Preheat oven to 350F/180C. Mix the polenta, salt, pepper, oil, and water together in an 8x8 inch square baking pan.
Chop the tomato (or halve the cherry tomatoes) and mince the onion, and sprinkle over the polenta mixture. The rest of the vegetable depend on what you have lying about in the fridge. Recently I made this with very thinly sliced zuchini, swwet corn cut off the cob, and basil, topped with gruyere, and it was delicious. Your goal is to slice all the vegetables up to similar sizes, so they will cook evenly and at about the same rate. After topping the polenta with your assorted vegetables, stir gently to distribute.
Cook uncovered in the oven for 30 minutes. Check to see if the liquid in the pan is boiling. If it isn't, increase the temperature to 400F/200C. Cook until all the liquid is absorbed, and the vegetables look done. Remove pan from oven, top with grated cheese of your choice, and return pan to oven long enough to melt the cheese. Remove and let sit for at least 5 minutes before cutting into squares and serving. If you don't let it sit, it will fall apart when you serve it - which isn't detrimental to the taste, but looks messy.
Oh, and John - if Sherlock is anything like my brother, who started out small and energetic and then ended up as a six-foot tall, crazy-haired, multi-lingual beanpole, he will eat approximately as much as the rest of the family combined, and never appear to gain any weight.
Mazarin - your MIL and mine sound very similar! My MIL had two voracious sons, and was absolutely convinced I needed to eat more, to the point that she'd shovel more food onto my plate, ignoring my protests. Then I'd feel obliged to eat it. Eventually, between my husband and I, we managed to convince her that I was not actually starving myself to be polite.
Annoyedwabbit - looks good. I love Polenta. Usually just have it with bolognese, but that looks delicious.
annoyedwabbit - thanks, that does look good. And possibly manageable, even by me.
I'm sure Mycroft will give you a hand, Danger, if you wanted.
That might be necessary.
Mycroft...you might have to come back from harrow quite often. Check we're not all starving without you here! Deal?
Sometimes I think I let them get away with too much because I really want to do it too.
Yeah, but that's wonderful that your tastes align like that. I was a pretty quiet kid when I was with my family - there was nothing that sounded better to me than curling up with a stack of books - and sometimes I played sports with my brother, who's a nut for games in general, but some of my best memories are of my mom and me doing something absolutely silly together. Like dancing around singing "na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, Batman!" or entering her car via the windows like the Dukes of Hazzard (it helps that she's a tiny lady, called "Pocket Mom" by some of my friends). Trust me, the boys will be all the happier for knowing that they could share silly moments with you, like this one or the one you talked about a while ago, when you laughed when the boys went into the pond.
I would like that, yes. And you might have to come home earlier and make sure John and Sherlock aren't living on reheated pasta. :)
When you rule the world, Mycroft, you can ban all crime outside 9-5, Mon-Fri, okay?
Until then, I'll make sure there's always fresh pasta in portion-sized boxes.
You'll have Skype, right? So you can still be here, even when you're not here.
I will.
Yes, although I might need a new laptop for school, or at least a new battery. This one only lasts about ten minutes when it's not plugged in.
And you don't have a light-up finger like ET or something, to power it? I dunno, kids today.
I am certain, Mycroft, that new laptops can be arranged.
(Is your room going to be bigger than this flat? Because what with all your uniform bits, bike gear, computers, regular clothes and books I feel like you'll fill a shipping container!)
Innie - I'm glad to know that, thank you. :) And the description of your mum as Pocket Mom is adorable (although the first person to refer to me as Pocket John is going to be in a world of trouble). It's mildly embarrassing, but I'm pretty sure I'm actually more excited about the frog pond than anyone else, though Sherlock is definitely a close second.
Pocket...
Can you imagine a pocket full of Danger?
"Is that Danger in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?"
You're not pocket-sized, Pericolo. I'd need a man-bag to carry you in, at least...
What did I just say! A world of trouble, mister.
I'm only taking one computer! There's no point taking the ones that are in pieces; I won't have time to work on them. I'd like a smaller laptop anyway, maybe the Macbook Air, with Linux on it.
Did I, at any point, call you Pocket John? (Which, by the way, sounds like something sold in SoHo).
Let's review the evidence....uh, no. Case closed. The CPS wouldn't even entertain it.
Mycroft...whatever you just said, yes. I'm sure it was sensible. I agree.
Can you imagine a pocket full of Danger?
Is that a request? Because, if you insist...
*imagines*
Nameless - just having one of Danger's hands in my pocket the other day during the three-legged race was really all the distraction I could take. A pocket FULL of Danger would be...well, most diverting.
Oh God, John. I literally cannot get the phrase "Pocket John" out of my head and for some reason it desperately makes me want to knit you a cuddly jumper. In something nice, like light blue cashmere. Or maybe a wheat colored wool. Sherlock would definitely get the same pattern I'm working for my niece. Well almost. She's getting purple with a big skull on the front. I assume Sherlock would want black. Or rainbow? To match his wings? Greg's easy. I have a pattern for a jumper that has a turtle neck in a gorgeous gray wool. Mycroft . . . Mycroft would be a bit more difficult. I have a lovely fawn wool and a matching skein in a stone blue. Maybe argyle? A sweater-vest to go under a suit coat? Hmmm.
Not that I'm actually knitting for anyone but the nieces right now. Birthdays are coming! Woot!
Later gator,
Bronwyn
The implication that I'd fit in a murse is just as bad!
Shush - imagining...
:-D
Sorry, just can't stop reading that as 'fit in a nurse'. Which, given your profession, I find slightly worrying.
Bronwyn - black with a skull does indeed sound like Sherlock. Or a giant spider.
L - no comment.
Mycroft, while I whole-heartedly support the linux decision, I'm wondering about the MacBook choice. I prefer PC's personally, but that's not the real issue. The real issue is what Harrow's network will support. Because truse me, as a teacher who uses laptops in her classroom every day, just because something seems network compatible doesn't mean it actually is network compatible. And it's almost always the apple products that go wonky. Probably due to the proprietary software thing. Though, they're getting better about that. Mostly.
tl;dr Check the school's network specs before committing as the last thin you want is a computer that hates the school network.
Later gator,
Bronwyn
You're not tiny or pocket-sized - you're trim and just right and altogether wonderful.
L, really, you do enjoy walking on the wild side.
I thought that "murse" must have been weird medical jargon for "male nurse", which isn't any better :-p
Bronwyn - I'm not big on jumpers, really. Got a few hoodies for lazing about in. John's the jumper connoisseur. Although he wears his current cashmere one more as pyjamas than out and about.
Now all Greg needs is a nurse costume . . . etc.
Bronwyn
Greg - You have never had the right jumper then. They're marvy.
Bronwyn
L - because it's the most comfortable one I have.
Nameless - I cannot even imagine the response I'd get if I called Murray (of fromage/frottage fame) a murse. I might have to try it. But no, man-purse. I read it somewhere online recently. Although I think L's bike functions as his murse.
Innie - is there any other side to walk?
Bronwyn - maybe. I enjoy them on John. Or at least, taking them off him.
Danger - how is a bike equivalent to a 'murse'??
You're not tiny or pocket-sized - you're trim and just right and altogether wonderful.
I prefer "more efficiently packed" although I have also heard "fun sized" (like bags of M&Ms).
Oh, and Bronwyn - my cashmere one is blue! Sherlock and Lestrade got it for me for Christmas. Apparently you and Sherlock have similar taste in jumpers.
Desert Wanderer - he does indeed have an efficient package. But it isn't trimmed. And fun, without being fun-sized...anyway, why are tiny things called fun-sized??
L - you take it everywhere and keep all your stuff in it!
DW - L has suggested fun sized as well. I can deal with that, but I like more efficiently packed even better.
Innie - Ha, thank you.
Not everywhere! It would be hell to get it up the stairs into the bedroom.
And it has no stuff 'in it'. Stuff lives in the tank bag, or in my rucksack. It's a bike, not a donkey! I won't tell him you basically called him a motorised-murse. You'll hurt his feelings. And now we've got the headsets I'll be deafened when you scream if he decides to pull a wheelie next time you're on the back, just to teach you a lesson.
he does indeed have an efficient package.
I suppose I walked right into that one...
Sorry, John.
You walked right into it? Ouch.
Want me to rub it better, Danger?
;)
Him? So he's got a gender now, but no name? That doesn't seem very polite.
to pull a wheelie next time you're on the back
Dare you.
DW - Ha. It's unavoidable! At least it's not just me walking into these things.
L - That's not an offer I'm ever likely to say no to.
Ha. It's unavoidable!
now, that just sounds like bragging, Danger.
Of course he doesn't have a name. Well, beyond 'The Striple'.
Actually, to be rather boring, it's a bit dangerous, pulling a wheelie with a pillion. Maybe one day.
John, I have to agree with the hot-sauce. There was a reason the MREs came with a little bottle. It was the only way to make them palatable, and covered any really funny tastes.
Here's a really, super easy recipe you may want to try.
5 or 6 small zucchini
a drizzle of olive oil
a spoonful of butter to taste
1 clove minced garlic
1 large onion
Cut up the zucchini in small disks, chop up the onion, and mince the garlic. Then throw everything together and cook until the onions are nicely sauteed and the zucchini is just browning a bit. Then remove from heat and sprinkle with grated cheese to taste.
If you want you can add a bit of crumbled bacon or ham, but it tastes fine without.
Sorry, that last comment was kind of out of the blue. That's what I get for posting when on pain killers. ;-P
Out of the blue comments welcome. At least you raised the tone from Danger and Desert Wanderer being smutty.
And it's all fodder for Danger's recipe book 'Things and Stuff'.
I fear I'm going to be forced to use the next courgettes/zucchino than enter this flat for tempura though.
Lestrade, my favorite DI, your sense of shame is just vestigial, isn't it? Speaking of which, shouldn't there be more Greg the Florist soon?
Hey, Sal, is your arm mended enough that you'll be playing in the rugby grudge match?
And John, I meant to ask if you tried the unnamed recipe - or was the kitchen in Mycroft's sole command?
hey! I don't know why it keeps posting my comments anonymously. That was me, innie.
Ha, about some things, maybe. And I think Greg The Florist is in Danger's court. It seems we take turns (or I think we do? Maybe I'm wrong.)
'Fraid the Rugby is blokes only. Sal manages the team (Which means bullies people to join in, then tells us we're all wimps and screams at us from the touchline). But her arm is well enough to have put a wary DC into an arm-lock yesterday until he signed up.
I thought bikes were female? Or is that me being hideously heteronormative?
John - don't blame me, I hate the term "male nurse", honest. (Oh, god, that sounds worse, doesn't it? Lestrade said people who lie say "honest" too often)
Lestrade - "Danger and Desert Wanderer being smutty." ... Yeah right. Who was talking about untrimmed packages?
Pip - you all right?
And yes, exactly, they should give up on flavouring them at all and just make them hot sauce flavoured.
...Right. How do I know when the onions are nicely sauteed?
Nameless - if all bikes are female then maybe I'm Bi?
Who was talking about untrimmed packages?
They were!
Pip - you've got a long way to go before you hit the 'highs' of drug induced posting on these blogs. (Although I think most of mine were Danger posting under my name when I'd passed out).
Danger - they look like they've been sauteed, nicely, that's how you know. (it's a state between 'raw' and 'burned'.)
And now the nerd in me rises up (hah!) and wants to discuss circumcision rituals in first world countries. I'm a loon.
Bronwyn
A sautéed onion is brown on the edges and a bit translucent. And smells like onion but not tear inducing anymore. Like a stained glass onion might look.
Bronwyn
forced to use the next courgettes/zucchino than enter this flat for tempura though.
Yes, you are. Although Clara sent me a recipe for "zucchini carpaccio" today, with avocados and pistachios. It involves cutting things up, which I can probably manage, so let me know if you think it's something you'd want to eat.
And yeah, I think it is my turn for more War of the Roses.
Innie - the fish or the chocolate chip bars? The answer to both is sadly no. I was not involved with the fish at all and I think I dozed off on the sofa instead of baking anything that day, but they are in my near future. Sherlock can help.
Bronwyn - thank you, that is a lot more helpful than L's answer.
Lestrade - depends what you do with them, presumably? And no, that was definitely you :-p
Bronwyn - don't know much about rituals, but this side of the pond the procedure is relatively rare. Don't think I've seen a circumcised penis in the flesh, and I've, um, seen my fair share :-p
(John, Lestrade, if this comment brings the spammers and trolls, I apologise)
Bronwyn - I know, generally, if blokes get the snip in that way then they're well used to it all by the time they...come of age. But it just seems like...well, there are sensitive bits, which I'd far rather have nice and safely covered, put it that way! (I make an assumption that if your sesitive bits are just knocking about in your keks they become less sensitive. Which I can only imagine is rather a shame!)
Danger - it is indeed something I'd like to eat. Honestly, I'll eat anything. Except foods from the pits of hell and Hákarl. Which I actually believe IS what a slow, miserable death tastes like - never mind you bunch of weirdos who don't like Marmite. In fact, Hákarl is probably Hell's biggest export.
Is that the fermented shark stuff?
Also: http://www.seriouseats.com/recipes/2011/07/jellyfish-salad-recipe.html
I think "stained glass onion" is the most poetic and apt description I've heard, Bronwyn; it certainly is vivid.
Glad to hear that the summer is off to a good start, even if the boys are running you ragged. Now that I can no longer take summer slacking off as my God given, university student right, I miss it!
Lestrade, with that description of how Sally gets people to sign up for the team, I almost wonder if it's guys only just so no one will have to face off against her...? Well done on the fabricated criminal record though for Danger. In Canada it's apparently technically illegal to pay a debt of more than 25cents in pennies, or to eat ice cream in front of the Parliament buildings on a Sunday. (given the current heat wave, I wonder how many children should be arrested for the latter. :P)
Danger - it is. I thought jelly was yesterday's topic of smut? Yet here you go, re-incarnating it as salad...
X - I think the reason there's never been a women's match is the likes of Sally sending the fear of God into everyone, yeah. The blokes' team certainly wouldn't play the womens' team!
Danger - I need to sleep. Preferably without the aid of a few slugs of Marsala.
Innie: It did that to me for a while. A couple days later everything was fine. Very weird. The Anon thing I mean.
John: I too vote for More Efficiently Packed. You're just awesome that way. Oh, do you know if Sally's cleared your record yet? Or are you still a sordid criminal?
Greg: You should post recipes too! I love hearing about what you guys eat. Oh, and I did not get the Marmite today. Tomorrow it will happen though!
L, where else might you have liked to trump up a criminal record for Danger, going by this list?
Sleep sounds nice. Massage first? With the caveat that you're not allowed to post blog comments during it.
Innie - Don't help him!
Sounds good. No comments, promise.
Thanks.
You're very welcome. I enjoy doing it.
Montana - It is illegal to have a sheep in the cab of your truck without a chaperone.
HA. All right, I take it back, these wouldn't help him at all. And I'm going now, honestly.
Tink - pretty sure I'm still sordid! I have faith in Sally's powers though.
All right, really going, right now.
I still find it amusing how you guys use blog commentary to talk to each other sometimes. Even when you're sitting right next to each other or in bed together. Not during ... of course! That would be a bit much!
Yet here you go, re-incarnating it as salad...
Not...going...there...argh...the temptation is so strong...
Mazarin: I admire your strength!
Sally: Just think of the fun you can have with a government cover-up of John's sordid past in the name of rugby! :D
John & Greg: Sleep well guys. I hope you both manage it. No one wake up and sit in the dark alone. That's what your person you kiss is there for! Love to you all <3
You're all a very entertaining lot, you know!
Since people are throwing in recipes, here's on you might enjoy since you're currently in summer - Lemon Risotto. Just make a really basic risotto, and at the end throw in handfuls of baby spinach to wilt, and add a lightly beaten egg mixed with lemon juice & zest. Stir until the egg sets. Brilliant in summer!
John- I'm fine, just old Army injury acting up. Should be better in a few days, but I'll probably be a bit loopy for a while. It makes work interesting.
And Bronwyn, I love your description of sauteed onions!
Danger, I've gone for a run. This is your modern day equivalent of a note on the pillow. Hope I didn't wake you when I left.
There was only so much staring at the walls I could do. and you looked peaceful. Back in a bit.
*flails* Greg, he's your person you kiss! He's also the person you wake up sadistically early to go running with you when you can't sleep.
*hugs to you both* I adore you both, if that wasn't clear by now.
Hope everything turns out okay.
We can't really both go running in the morning, not with the boys going to wake up at any time.
And he doesn't deserve me waking him up early when he doesn't need to be.
Back now, anyway.
Well I figured that. The being back thing, and also the 'have to be there for the midgets' thing once I thought about it. Sorry I didn't get back sooner so I could chatter at you.
Did the run help you feel any better? *hugs*
Yeah, a bit. At least I was doing something. And the city's quite nice before too many people are around.
Thanks.
My computer crashed. Was not pleased. It wants to keep me away! Augh!
Yeah, more people means more noise. Not only of the audible kind too. When I go camping, I like to stay up really late, or get up really early, and wander around just to hear everything without the human noise around.
I'm glad it helped some. We (Well, I know I will, but I think I can speak for everyone else here) will help however we can. Just let us (me) know okay?
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