“We are most of the way there. Calves are coming. Mostly smooth, but some need a little special attention. It was all-on day today, for me. Not a moment to break.”
I started this post last week, but was arrested by “Bedfordshire Clanger.” I went back to the computer, as I do because everyone and animal takes me away from sitting on my arse gazing into the interwebs like a zombie that was held hostage in a deep cellar for ten years. …. aaahrg. Look! moving pictures with sound!
Wikipedia, pert on my screen, describing the Bedfordshire Clanger. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bedfordshire_clanger
The Bedfordshire Clanger gives you these sensations, in one sausage roll. Only if you eat it from left to right: Amuse-bouche, entree, fiddly salad, more wank, the real meal deal followed by dessert … and, I assume, coffee.
It’s a dish for farmers in the field. Now that I’ve heard of it, I suppose I should give ‘er a go. Why was it on my screen? I don’t have a clue, ask Brent.
I’m surprised Pizza Hut wasn’t on this. Think outside the cheese. Stick it in a bucket … or a roll?!
Otto moved some logs.
And that calf up at the top? Lust For Life, Brent had to pull him out. Quite an effort, but he is great! and running around like a he-nut.
The cake that Minty made for the school? Zelie ate it. So Zelie had to make a new cake for the school.