Bitch on the Blog

May 15, 2010


Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 16:38

Sweethearts, whatever you do: Do NOT bake the best ever chocolate muffins in the world (Americans may stuff their brownies and please do form a  disorderly queue where it’s at – which is here): That recent discovery of a recipe is an instruction in chemistry if ever there was a lesson in life: Lavish yourself on ingredients, and then it’s all in the stirring. 

Baking is a menace. It leaves you too much time to think. And sunk (Magpie, pay attention) I have. Which will lead to a small avalanche of snippets over the next few hours  – make that days  – addressed to all of you individually  (and yes, thank you, my life is perfectly fine:  I allow myself the luxury of wasting my time as I see fit). The first will go to Ramana.





  1. What does Mwah mean?

    Comment by bikehikebabe — May 15, 2010 @ 17:02 | Reply

    • Dearest sweetest Bike Hike Babe, it means kiss, kiss. Not that I ever know whether to start on the left or the right. Not that it matters. What are noses for if not to keep you out of the firing line? The French, naturally, don’t know when to to stop: They go kiss, kiss, kiss – in the air (how fake is that?).

      Italian men kiss each other on the cheek proper. Then they return home to Mama.

      Talking about kissing: Was most disturbed to learn (was it on GM’s blog?) that you don’t go in for tongue kissing. In England it’s called French kissing (that is so typically English to abdicate all responsibility for their own wantoness). I dare say you might have been well advised to marry an Eskimo. I believe they ‘kiss’ with their noses. Or maybe a Viennese would have suited you: They galantly hover over the ladies hand without so much as imparting a germ. Which reminds me: Have you noticed how close the word ‘germ’ is to ‘German’? Which is ironic since apart from the Swiss they must be the cleanliest nation in Europe (other than the Swedes, naturally – what would we do without IKEA?).


      Comment by bitchontheblog — May 15, 2010 @ 17:43 | Reply

      • I wouldn’t want an Eskimo kiss. Worse than French kissing That involves snot. Lots of germs, since Eskimos don’t eat vegetables, so don’t get their anti-oxidents which fight germs.

        Comment by bikehikebabe — May 15, 2010 @ 18:27 | Reply

        • Well, BHB, you could give my sister-in-law a run for her good housekeeping, and keeping Germ(ans) at bay.


          Comment by bitchontheblog — May 15, 2010 @ 18:37 | Reply

      • Ah! Kissing a lady’s hand. Never, NEVER touch the hand with the lips…. as for French Kissing, the French seem always to think they are soooo much more romantic than the English.
        Talking of English: Like all true Englishmen I am a mongrel. Thus there is much Hybrid vigour in me!
        Cannot count on the Germans, had a pen-friend once from Hamburg: Heidrun Mundt IRC…. as for Italians… I have Italian blood, a smidgin, and a very lovely Italian friend (female)I’ll have to ask her about kissing!

        Now what’s this about Chocolate muffins? Did I miss somethng?

        Comment by magpie11 — May 15, 2010 @ 20:49 | Reply

        • Magpie, you haven’t missed anything. Will bake another batch when we’ll meet. Whether it’ll go with cheese remains to be seen. Still, a good dessert wine will bridge the gap.

          You certainly seem to have got around. What do you mean you can’t count on Germans? If there is one nation you can rely on it’s Germany. They don’t have more than one Mercedes and a BMW to rub together in one household, yet are still bailing out Greece. I wish my (English) bank manager was as leniant.

          Yes, Hamburg (insert nostalgic sigh): Both my brother and my youngest sister were born there – my father then being an investigative journalist working for one of the two biggest magazines in Germany.

          As to kissing: Either you are a natural or you aren’t. Gives a whole new meaning to (BHB take note) “never the tongue shall meet”.


          Comment by Ursula — May 15, 2010 @ 21:29 | Reply

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