Tuesday, 18 September 2018

Gourmet Anglais

Steak and Kidney Pie.    

Yum!  Bliss! Utter joy!  Gustatory delight!

Beloved by British and Irish people.

Feared by Americans (on account of the kidneys).

I've had a can/tin of Fray Bentos brand steak and kidney pie in my pantry for at least ten years.  I have been saving it for the apocalypse.

An apocalypse of sorts is upon us, whether with the Narcissist in Chief in the White House, or with Brexit in my beloved country of birth.  This is the time to savour and enjoy ancient delights.

For at least ten years!  Yes indeed dear cautious friends, I savored  and enjoyed this Gourmet Anglais food for my lunch today, even though it was many years past its best buy date.

I am alive to tell the tale!

Oh so utterly good!

Monday, 17 September 2018

New kid on the block (and other encounters)

This is Milton.  He is a Dogo Argentino (otherwise known as an Argentinian Mastiff).   Milton is about six months old.  His owners are wisely training him to socialize with other dogs at a young age, and who better to socialize with than Zion.  The two dogs had a couple of gentle encounters yesterday at Arlington Park

Milton will grow to be between 80lbs and 100lbs.

Here is a bit about the breed:


I have other fruitful encounters at the park.

Most weekdays I meet an eighty-something Mennonite woman.  She is all bent over with osteoporosis.  She takes her daily constitutional, always with a sweet smile.  I invariably greet her with a cheerful "good morning sister".  She returns my greeting with a smile.  One day I asked "are you praying as you walk"?  "Yes, mostly" she replied.

And there are the young ones.  The girl (aged about eight), her mother and (perhaps) her grandfather were walking in procession at a fast clip.  The man was carrying stuff for a fishing trip.

We walked towards them as they rounded a bend in the footpath.

The young child saw the pond, the fountain and the dam.

She called out without restraint  "Oh my goodness", "Oh my stars".

"Oh my stars". 

I  found this exclamation to be utterly charming.

Sunday, 16 September 2018

Red bugs and "ough" words

My neighbour Barbara and I took Zion to Sarasota's Red Bug Slough for our Sunday morning peregrination.

Red Bug Slough is a delightful seventy two acre preserve, a haven of wildness in suburbia.  In a county where development  is the lodestar for "progress" (ahem) such a preserve is not a luxury but a necessity.

Barbara and I did not walk far for it is still wet and squelchy underfoot.  We'll go back when the land dries up a bit.

Here is a 2012 Herald Tribune article about the slough


And those ough words

Our slough is pronounced slue to rhyme with blue, as in the word through.

In England slough is pronounced as to rhyme with "how", as as in the word bough.

The word is also sometimes pronounced sluff, as in the word rough.

"Through".  "Bough". "Rough".  We have to be thorough about such matters.

Saturday, 15 September 2018

Harry Belafonte nails it.

Only those who are determined to be ignorant, or those who have decided to be racist will take issue with Mr. Belafonte.