Life is too sunk to attempt a souffle.
I am starting to become concerned about you. Not too concerned, you understand, just slightly.
What kind of souffle, by the way?
Comment by Tom — May 24, 2013 @ 17:44
What souffle, Tom? Any.
I say, when in the kitchen do Aioli. Garlic being the shield. The one that divides the sword from the sheath.
Other than that: Schnitzel Holstein.The full works.
Comment by bitchontheblog — May 24, 2013 @ 18:25
There you go again with the garlic, some
Vampires hate that stuff you know? 😦 lol
Comment by Gray Dawster — June 2, 2013 @ 13:27
Welcome to my world Ursula
Comment by finlaygrayJohn — May 24, 2013 @ 22:57
Yes, John. But your world is populated – and your mind taken off the existential – by ducklings and dogs and Jason and Aunt Gladys. And Chris when he is at home. I am an air head happy to come across a cat once in a blue moon.
Just having re-read my above reply to Tom I sound like something from Bletchley Park. Schnitzel Holstein. SCHNITZEL HOLSTEIN? I ask you. As it happens – and weird it is: When I first arrived in England I landed a job with a most wonderful and formidable woman working in a man’s world: Maggie. In Bletchley, Milton Keynes.
Mata Hari greetings,
Comment by bitchontheblog — May 25, 2013 @ 09:41
Try a Lasagna!
Comment by rummuser — May 26, 2013 @ 15:03
Don’t worry Ursula I will whip up something for you,
noooo not a storm, but something definitely wicked 😉
Comment by Gray Dawster — June 2, 2013 @ 13:26
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