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Fri 10 Sep, 2004 12:45 pm
While it's true that I have been occupying the majority of my time in my own write hammering out my own and pesonal rendition of Preface to a 20 volume suicide note as well as puttering in the garden-to-be; I have taken smidgens of time to peruse the political threads here on A2K and offer this sentiment. Should i read once again that someone, anyone, is a holder in due course of "facts" or "the truth" or any sembalance thereof, I shall post-haste remove meself to the kitchen and prepare a salt pancake for all the body politic on this forum. Be it known that said salt pancake is slighter more in effect than a Mustard Plaster, it does remain less that the Balm of Gilead, but potent none-the-less. Survivors will be toe-tagged and placed in the hall for indentification purposes, remain calm until you hear the all-clear.
Dys
Dys, can I have some of what you are taking?
What happened to your terrible swift sword?
Noddy, you know that I am not into Heavy Metal!
A flaming sword, blessed by St. Michael is heavy metal? How are the mighty fallen.
check out my new tagline - i think it's hopeless
<sigh>
maybe we can make some saltwater taffy and get everyone's dentures stuck together?
1 cup sugar
1 cup water
1 cup white vinegar
1 t. vanilla
Heat over a double boiler, stirring constantly--if you don't have a double boiler, stir much harder constantly.
When the mixture thickens, allow it to cool slightly. Butter your hands and pull the taffy out and then fold it back on itself and pull some more.
The pulling incorporates air. When it hardens, divide into pieces.
Serve on salt pancake.
iodized or plain sea-salt? I need to know!
Dys
Dys, neither, its the Salt of the Earth.
BBB
I have always found that a felt pancake works quite well to keep a fat chewer preoccupied until he figures out that it's a piece of felt and not overcooking that explains the chewiness.
Add some salt to it, some good coarse kosher sea salt, and you'll add two or three minutes of distraction between posts.
Well, who all has been served? I admit that I need a helping sometimes.
I was born with a sweet tooth. I used to sneak and get a spoon full of sugar out of the sugar jaw and my brother tricked me and put salt in it. Cured me of my habit of eating straight sugar.
I may be slow but I'm not very fast at getting through the newest threads to locate earners of salt pancakes, but time is on my side.
The mills of the gods grind slow, but they grind exceeding fine.
Felt pancake sounds remarkably like eating one's hat. I would as soon have crow.
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