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Anna
Originally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View Post
... and, as the tubleweed rolls serenely across the landscape ...
That is all the news fit to print from the Principality!
(Best wishes to mangerton's Mum of course, quite an upheaval to move at her age!)
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Originally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View PostVegetarian/Nonogenarian ...
... and, as the tubleweed rolls serenely across the landscape ..."...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Anna View PostI can report that any tumbleweed here would have been sucked into a vortex and drowned, as it's been high winds and rain, rain, rain all day. However, this morning my preserved lemons were oozing juicily in their jar and looking very sunny and bright and I'm having a vegetarian week.
That is all the news fit to print from the Principality!
(Best wishes to mangerton's Mum of course, quite an upheaval to move at her age!)
Sorry to hear about the rain. Not too bad here today, but other parts of Scotland have not been so fortunate.
What a vision "oozing juicily in their jar" conjures up! What is in there apart from lemons - unless of course it's a trade secret?
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Originally posted by mangerton View Post
What a vision "oozing juicily in their jar" conjures up! What is in there apart from lemons - unless of course it's a trade secret?
I suspect olive oil, salt and chillies, as it's Mr Ottolenghi's recipe I believe: http://bobvivant.com/2011/01/30/otto...served-lemons/"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by vinteuil View Post... the ganja favoured by Bristolian brass-band players
I assumed ferney was paying delicate hommage to our returned comrade BBM, so let it pass..."...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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