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And just how is anyone supposed to read that tiny white on grey print BillW?
Click on "quote" . . . then you can read it . . . afterward, just hit the back button . . .
Garnishing a desert would require a great deal of irrigation. 'Tis why a true Greek salad has no lettuce, at least on the Peloponessus, or howsoever it's spelled, which is a painful turn of events, not being able to spell the name of that particular relatively arid region (full of fig trees and slathering dogs on chains along rural highways where people are surprised to see you walking about in sandals even though that was precisely how people got about in those parts so famously only a couple of millennia previous to the present), since I began this post being critical and gently admonent (I make up words, too) of another individual's facility with the letrical composition of the (or, rather, a) written word (in this case, dessert, or, as she had it, and perhaps meant it, desert; the latter item is so much sandier than the former, provided both are properly prepared, the which of which is a sandwich, Earl -- phanatics of fonetics might be inclined to ask, at this point, why so many Southerners (that's southern in the United States, which would be quite northern for Guaiana -- another spelling nightmare) are inclined to name certain of their children, especially in past generations, after a petroleum product, or after a glycerol with three unsaturated fatty acid side chains).
Parse that, Parsley (which is the name of an enormous Rottweiller who got himself stuck between the iron bars of the fence of the outdoor area of a bar I used to infrequent when he tried to squeeze through and say hi to me, friendly guy that he was, and had to be rescued by a rather striking tattooed woman who seemed to have some degree of attachment to and/or responsibility for the dog).
I'm done. Dun. Though the color will fade back to pink come winter, unless I be outside, when it will likely turn ashen. A shin. Connected to the knee bone.
Thanks Set, I also blame my mom for making me a computer moron.
Well, I spelled it right, and not to mention, cacti can indeed be considered a desert garnish, and the paddles of some varieties are quite tasty.
Since when is garnish tasty? I alluded to the dog Parsley for a reason. Though I forget what it was. (Damn these university connections are fast.) (Now, why did I type "fart" initially when I really meant fast?)
patiodog, in the cheffing world, there are two garnish philosophies: The extraneous sprig of colour, parsley, for example, that adds nothing to a dish, green pubes really, and the garnish that makes sense, adds just a little something extra to the final product, such as candied carrot slices on a morrocan-style sweet 'risotto'. I fall into the latter camp. If it don't need to be there, leave it off, but if it has a function and also looks good, put it on.
Green pubes. I'm gonna use that one. Fancy-pants physics party, tenure on the line... "Oh goodness, I forgot to add the green pubes! Just a moment..."
Lol! I just edited to mention it must also look good. Sozobe, I think that would be great! How do you think they'll take it?
BillW, I'll have you know that Herb Alpert is a distant relative of mine, and....ummm, lost my train of thought looking at 'Whipped Cream and Other Delights.' Herb is actually related to us through marriage somehow...one of our more bizarre family historical moments....
I knew that, actually - well, what a coincidence. The garnish does make the food more appetizing
rabbits eat their young also; but deny it
GrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Well, one sees one is not needed in Digressia at all at all! Such dizzying riffs!
How did BillW know I was related to Herb Alpert, I wonder?
BTW, I visualize you Miss Deb, under all that whipped cream. Aren't those ears I see
Nah - sticks to me fur, that stuff.....
I blame my dad.
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