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'O pig you are so beautiful'
A local restaurant has a bacon-chicken-avocado sandwich that looks to die for. 'Yes,' said the friend who posted its picture on Facebook, 'but the avocado should have been cold and instead it got warmed up when the sandwich did.' 'Well, but,' I said, 'one could make one's own at home.' And so I did.
On caraway rye bread, of course, because everything should be on caraway rye. Is to die for, even when made with cold-cut chicken and the cheapest of bacon. (So cheap, I wonder what illnesses I'm likely to acquire from it.) If one did this with Rowe Farm bacon-- from the happiest of porkers-- and Rowe Farm chicken-- from poultry as contented as chooks can ever be-- I'm sure it would be food of the gods. I still don't fancy spending $20 to try it out.
People that way inclined like to recall their Greatest Meals Ever. I am not that way inclined. But I can still rhapsodize about the morning buffet at the San'oh Hotel in Tokyo, laid on for American servicemen, and indicating where most American servicemen come from by the prominent presence of grits in the hot plates. The croissants weren't quite Paris levels (but then neither were Paris', on account of in my day they didn't serve butter croissants at breakfast but a rather drier sort) and I've had better coffee three blocks from home. But the bacon, dear god, the bacon-- crisp, salty, abundant, and so different from the flabby white stuff that's sold as bacon in Japanese supermarkets. Don't ask me what the Japanese do to their pigs to ensure that their bacon does not crisp even when burned. It doesn't, is all. (And IIRC was immensely difficult even to burn.) This bacon was from a different order of pig, and from a dozen years later I salute the swine who produced it.
On caraway rye bread, of course, because everything should be on caraway rye. Is to die for, even when made with cold-cut chicken and the cheapest of bacon. (So cheap, I wonder what illnesses I'm likely to acquire from it.) If one did this with Rowe Farm bacon-- from the happiest of porkers-- and Rowe Farm chicken-- from poultry as contented as chooks can ever be-- I'm sure it would be food of the gods. I still don't fancy spending $20 to try it out.
People that way inclined like to recall their Greatest Meals Ever. I am not that way inclined. But I can still rhapsodize about the morning buffet at the San'oh Hotel in Tokyo, laid on for American servicemen, and indicating where most American servicemen come from by the prominent presence of grits in the hot plates. The croissants weren't quite Paris levels (but then neither were Paris', on account of in my day they didn't serve butter croissants at breakfast but a rather drier sort) and I've had better coffee three blocks from home. But the bacon, dear god, the bacon-- crisp, salty, abundant, and so different from the flabby white stuff that's sold as bacon in Japanese supermarkets. Don't ask me what the Japanese do to their pigs to ensure that their bacon does not crisp even when burned. It doesn't, is all. (And IIRC was immensely difficult even to burn.) This bacon was from a different order of pig, and from a dozen years later I salute the swine who produced it.
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*sigh* it is 4:05 am and three of the four of us cannot sleep. Only the girl, bless her, has managed to sleep. For the rest of us, it's too hot although thankfully the humidity at this time of early morning is bearable. Unfortunately there is not a whisper of a breeze. The air is too still. The fans are all on full blast.
Delayed jet lag? I'm guessing, if there is such a thing, since it has been two days since we've been back. I have resorted to doing a little landry. That might help make me sleepy.
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Was there no jet lag the first two days? or was it more travel exhaustion? I found going west to east, from Canada to Japan, I'd be awake at peculiar hours for the better part of a week. (East to west, from here to Europe, jet lag took the form of suicidal depression.) Which way did you come? or does it not matter after 18* hours?
I'd think it might be partly climate shock, given the temps I observe in northern England. Going from that to full-blown LRD summer might do it to a body. Hope it passes soon.
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It's probably a little of everything. BUT no choice tonight ... they have to sleep,as school starts tomorrow. Although they should be reasonably tired enough.
I hope I sleep, because I think I'll need it.
^_^
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And good luck for tonight. Sweet dreams.
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Ah, some kind soul has quoted it online.
Q. Are the Andes?
A. I ask you! Are the Andes? wot a question. Wot does it mean clot? Do you mean WERE the Andes? Of course they were. They didn't pop up overnite you kno. Nor will they pop off agane but i wish you would.
Q. In Africa?
A. i am waiting. the lunatick bin is second turning on the right. they will be waiting for you. In africa indeed! n.b. if the words "in Africa" belong to "Are the Andes" i neither kno nor care.
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