Damn, we jumped the gun. We had pancakes and bacon for dinner Sunday night.
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
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.
Dude, I'm so out of the religion loop that it wasn't until high school that I figured out why we had fish Fridays in the cafeteria.
We'd often have pancakes for dinner, not just on Shrove Tuesday. My brothers and dad would have them with syrup and my mom and I would have them with peach yogurt and call them crepes. I'd feel very sophisticated!
No, I have NO idea how to pronounce it.
In czech, cvrtek (ch-vrr-tek) was one of my favorite hard-to-say words. Along with the one that meant four. (ch-teerrzhee)
I love you, Tep.
Weird love's better than no love.
In our (Lutheran) church we never gave up anything for Lent. I was initially confused when my friends would talk about what they were giving up.
On the way to Green Bay, there was a little unincorporated town that had one restaurant/bar, and it had a sign that said "Fish Fry Fri." My dad explained what it meant.
My dad has an anti-Catholic bias, which is probably why I used to think Catholics are weird....
We had pancakes and bacon for dinner Sunday night.
Call it Butter Sunday and you're in good with the Russians.
We had pancakes and bacon for dinner Sunday night.
Call it Butter Sunday and you're in good with the Russians.
::high fives -t::
In re collops, isn't that the same root as scallopine? Like, veal scallopine is little circles of veal, cooked nicely. Probably also the same root word that gives us scallop, which is a small, coincidentally circular, bite of meat from out of a particular kind of shellfish.
(AFAIK scallops, like oysters, used to be poor people's food, until suddenly they weren't. I don't think veal was ever poor people's food, but bacon in tiny tiny portions, eaten possibly once a month or once a year, certainly was.)
Nostrovya, tovarisch.