Morning Tea #5

Fine.

So it's also lunch.

Visiting with Lady M

You may have heard me mention my maternal grandmother, Lady M, before. Wit and Genius does, of course, tend to run in families, so it's a wonder she doesn't appear here more often.

Anyway, I always learn something when visiting Lady M. I mean, among the circular conversations, and reminders about where we're going and why, and disgruntled commentary on the silly old fool of a man who keeps pinching her daily paper, and where did these glasses come from? They're not mine. I've never owned a pair like that.

Anyway, did you know what dandelions used to be called?

Pee-the-beds.

Go ask yer own Granny. She should know.

Lunch

Isan Sticky Rice and Reheated Roast Beef Pan Drippings.

It may not look like much, but I can't take another picture because it is ALL GONE.

Achingly salty.

Like touching your tongue to the end of a torch battery.

Only much, much more satisfying.

Be Bold With Bananas

If anyone doubts that a cookbook with this title actually exists, follow this link.*

If anyone doubts that I own a copy of this cookbook, get a load of this. They call it Banana duck in orange sauce.




















Mayday calls it Substitute Turkey. Either way, the advertising executive that ok'ed this travesty should be taken out and beaten to within an inch of his worthless life with an oversized organic banana.

*The Banana Candle dessert is just so lewd that I couldn't bring myself to publish it here.

Morning Tea #4

Morning tea occurs early this morning, due to the resumption of school term.

Amazing Psychic Children!

(Curled up together, watching Du Rififi Chez Les Hommes, but that fact is irrelevant to this post.)

Noisie: Do you know what you are?
Me: What am I?
Noisie: Warm.
Me: Do you know what you are?
Noisie: Soft.

I love school holidays, generally.

Well, the school holidays have progressed. I love school holidays, generally. Normally the kids' teachers get the best of them, all their milestones, all their lovely malapropisms and solecisms, their witticisms and commentaries, all their smiles. I get them early-morning bleary-eyed and after-school exhausted. On the school holidays I get to pretend I'm on holidays too, and wear my pyjamas all day, eat junk-food and play computer games. Normally, I mostly am on holidays too. But this time, the university calender doesn't quite synchronise, and instead of pyjama days I've been siting exams and writing assignments. Bother. Also, Bill is in South East Asia, although I could have told him the answer sure ain't there.*

Anyhoo.

I lost a client last week. Terribly clumsy of me, I know. This bothered me more than it should have.

Also, my computer has been in for servicing, so I have been lost to the blog world. (I'm using Miffy's at the moment - don't tell her.) Lost, I tell you.



* This link for anyone concerned that this throw away comment is a reflection on the state of my marriage, or suggests any extramarital contingency plan on Bill's part. Nothing to see here. Move along.