Thursday, 21 May 2015

Faux Cho

Regular readers will know that I am very partial to Gazpacho -  a delicious cold soup, to be enjoyed in hot weather.

Here is how Wikipedia describes it:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gazpacho

Today I made what I call "faux-cho".

I had about 3/4 of a litre of store-bought "Bloody Mary Mix".

(I bought it earlier in the year when my English friend Muriel Q, and our Anglophile friends Jack and Donna C. came to my home for a lunch which featured "kippers".   I figured that these friends might enjoy a pre-lunch "Bloody Mary", which they did, and I did not.  Hence I had a surplus of "Bloody Mary Mix").

"Waste not - want not"  indeed, but "Bloody Mary Mix" on its own is hardly refreshing.

So I took the bloody mary mix I had, and  added:

1.  (Store bought and in a plastic container) chopped peppers (of various hues),

2. Two large peeled and cut up tomatoes,

3. Some stale French (baguette) bread, which I had grated.

I did not add any seasoning 'cause the Bloody Mary Mix itself is well seasoned.

In Spain or Portugal this would qualify as "faux gazpacho".

In my home I call it "Faux Cho".    Damn, it's good!

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

"There's nowt so queer as folk" (English idiomatic expression)

"There's nowt so queer as folk"   (English Idiomatic expression), from back in the day when "queer" meant odd or unusual.  See:


http://dictionary.cambridge.org/us/dictionary/british/there-s-nowt-so-queer-as-folk


"There's nowt so queer as folk".
 
 
This came to mind the other day when I walked with my dog around the pond at Glen Oaks Manor, and there encountered the G.O.M. handyman,  one L.rry 
 
L.rry loves to ride around his pale in a G.O.M provided Golf Cart.  He also likes to chat with all and sundry.
 
Here is a verbatim of our conversation from a couple of days ago.
 
L. "Look at that  stupid duck, he is eating * seaweed".
 
JMP " Well?  -    ducks are vegetarians after all".
 
L. "It tastes like crap".
 
JMP. "What am I to say?,  I have never tried it".
 
L. "I'll never touch it".
 
JMP walks away knowing  that "there's nowt so queer as folk".
 
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* Yes, he said "seaweed"
 
 
 
 
 

 

 


Tuesday, 19 May 2015

God's Grandeur

God's Grandeur, by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.


And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Monday, 18 May 2015

Dog Poop and Good Luck?

I noticed this morning that the dog poop bags I use have a printed slogan.  It reads:

"Find a pile,
Pick it up.
All the day,
You'll have good luck".

Goodness gracious, I never knew this.

I have some other suggestions.

"Use this bag
To pick up shit.
The exercise
will keep you fit"

AND

"Use this bag -
Retrieve dog crap.
Good Karma's sure
To come right back".

Your versions are solicited.