SciFi needs to make a movie!
The Crying of Natter 49
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
be surrounded by strange shiny people.
But you could add to your list of you've made out with who have an IMDB entry...not that I'm advocating that you do that.
For ita: Video of decomposing piglets
Blarg. (not clicking) My uncle raises pork (and it is heavenly pork. OMG!) But one of the sides of this is if you tour the nursery, it involves discarding the carcasses of the piglets that didn't make it, through no fault of the farm, it just happens. Sometimes the sow accidentally does it, sometimes it just is. But seriously? Depressing. Two of mys cousins really don't deal well with it now, which is funny, since they were raised with it. And one is a vet!
And then there is the tail-snipping. AHRG. Anyway. I'm nicknamed Piglet by my dad because the sounds I made when a baby reminded him of the piglets on the farm (maternal grandparent sold farm to her brother after I was born.) So I've a fondness for them. Even as they taste REALLY GOOD.
add to your list of you've made out with who have an IMDB entry
No more! I've sworn off the IMDB, and I've been very true to my word since I made it.
So I've a fondness for them. Even as they taste REALLY GOOD.
Some pig, all right.
was that a new year's resolution, ita?
was that a new year's resolution, ita?
Pshaw. It's almost two years old.
God, pork is good. I like that lechon stuff. Just because one instructor mentioned he'd dated a Filipino woman with a cooking-obsessed mother, and that he'd never had lechon again that good.
Mmm.
I just realized something. You know how the start of Daylight Saving Time has been moved up this year? It begins on March 11 - about three weeks earlier than before. March 11 is my birthday. We set our clocks forward on March 11. So... my birthday is only 23 hours long!
Fuckers.
When Daylight Saving Time ends and we set our clocks back an hour, I'm claiming that extra hour as my own. For birthday stuff. Just you wait.
So, I'm looking at a 15th century book of recipes.
My favorite, translated from Middle English by me so mistakes are all MINE:
Take calves' feet, clean and scaled. Soak them in wine and in a mixture of sweet broth that they might be tender. Take them up, lay them on a board. Pick away the bones, but keep some of the sinew. Hew them all together. Grind it then temper with the broth it makes. Do this in a pot.
I don't know why but I find the recipe incredibly charming. Disgusting, yet full of charm.
There are so many great recipes, including one for "Tarts of Flesh."
Snakes on a Barbie!