I love the way everything smells after a good rain.
I was leaving the apartment with newest-roommate, and we were talking and stuff, and then I just stopped in the middle with "is that a rain smell?". It was like 30 seconds before it started actually raining, but the smell was already there. I love it.
I do continue to stand my opinion that I'm happy to have ever-changing weather, because it makes you appreciate stuff.
Oh, yes! I like it so much when there is a weather, you know? When you can tell that you're outside and not in an air-conditioned or merely closed-up room. I usually get tired from a season and want a change around the time a change actually occurs, so that's working up nicely for me (MeME).
Welsh Rabbit?
Thanks, Jesse and DX. And I guess Jessica explained the source of the name, right? Not that we don't have strange names for stuff, too. I mean, a hotdog baked wrapped in dough is called "Moses in the Ark".
When you said "keep an eye on it," you weren't just whistling Dixie.
(I suddenly realize I have no idea where that phrase comes from, but it felt like the phrase I wanted to use.)
Wonder if that's still edible?
I mean, a hotdog baked wrapped in dough is called "Moses in the Ark".
That's a "pig in a blanket," which I suppose wouldn't be nearly as popular a name in Israel.
If it's really black, you can scrape it off a little.
I mean, a hotdog baked wrapped in dough is called "Moses in the Ark".
LOVE IT. Little baby hot dog Moses!
I mean, a hotdog baked wrapped in dough is called "Moses in the Ark".
Not Noah? Or is
ark
in that name meant for the basket (thingie Moses' mother put him in to send him down the Nile, to save him)?
Emily, you'll have to try it. Please report back.
That's a "pig in a blanket," which I suppose wouldn't be nearly as popular a name in Israel.
You're not wrong there. "Blanket" is so very cute in that context, though.
Little baby hot dog Moses!
With such a cute name, how can you eat it? And yet. Hmm, now I'm trying to think of other names, and I keep coming up with names that we gave foods in our family, that nobody else here knows about, that we have to explain to people.
[Edit:
Or is ark in that name meant for the basket (thingie Moses' mother put him in to send him down the Nile, to save him)?
Yup, that's what I meant. In Hebrew, it's the same word, despite the obvious difference of size, building time and amount of conversation with G*d involved. In English, Moses was put in a basket, then? Huh.]
More modern English translations call it a
papyrus basket.
Older translations use
ark
too. The King James version reads, "[...] an ark of bulrushes, and daubed it with slime and with pitch."
So far, I've only eaten some of the cheese (and it was gooood). I think the trick is toast the bread, then put the stuff on, then broil. I'm not much of a fan of grilled cheese, but I love the bits where the cheese melts onto the pan and gets all crispy.
It's a little odd -- there's so much more cheese than anything else that it really is like cheese on bread, except then after you eat it there's a sting in the back of your throat from the worcestershire sauce.
Now I have 2 Nilly terms to use in everyday conversation (hi, Nilly!) -- patpatsim and Moses in the Ark.
And would you believe, I found this through doing actual work: [link]
