Or neck/shoulders/waist, depending on status of elastic? grinnity
Would anyone like an salt- beef sandwich?
Carinthia.xx
Yes please. Or possibly better make it half a sandwich.
Only if I could taste it.
[happy peckity]
Gus dear
I have made you a chilli and garlic tomato and onion soup with a blue cheese and black pepper crouton
I defy you not to taste it!
Very kind, but I have just established that I cannot taste gorgonzola piccante. At all.
I am hoping with Hitched Tenters that your sense of taste comes back soon, Dahlink
Carinthia.xx
Oh Gus you poor pet
I will hope you have a sense of taste soon
Why couldnât this have happened while my mother-in-law was still alive?!
âŚand if that doesnât evidence a complete lack of taste, Iâm not sure what would, really;- )
You wonât be wantinâ the leftovers, then.
[swoopity] [peckity] [flappity]
Beak OFF that, young Bird! I need it for a continiunâ series of Tests.
[innocent tseep]
that really doesnât work does it?
[not-proven tseep]
I will challenge the wee birdie to deliver a whole ripe come on bert a stinking bishop a garlic infused soft goat and a nice ripe gordonzola inna basket untouched for a Gus to try tastingâŚ
Four cheeses to arrive, eh? Better set out with ten or so.
(Meanwhile it is about ÂŁ4.50 to drive into town, park by the station while I take a train to That London, and drive back; taking a bus would have cost more than that each way, and there are about two buses an hour. Itâs not that the car park is too cheap, either; there were plenty of spaces⌠but privatised buses can charge what they like because they have paid for route monopolies.)
Here has a daily bus that is no use to folk working in the county town or to school in the county town
We do however have lots of fresh air and first pick of any rainâŚ
And the freedom to sinbathe when I can
This weather is more a hug the stove sort of weatherâŚ
In fleece and thermals
What are the Cellarâs views on Stinking Bishop? I have found it disappointing: sure, it absolutely honks, but the flavour is pretty one-dimensional ime.
Not meaning to be ungrateful, Twellsy, but an Ăpoisses every time fer me.
Oooooooooh Ăpoisses. The Instant Fondue Kit of the cheese world.
I have been in a pub in Birmingham (no food licence, bring your own) where even the staff were a bit disconcerted by my carefully-matured Berthoudâs.
Phew! What a dayâŚ
Iâve finally made it here in search of sanity. Yes I know, but it will be comparative sanity, believe me.
Oh Gus, still nothing. Can you smell at all?
Oh dear. That doesnât sound good. Ready #1 and #2 back-up gin bowsers.
Nope.
Tell a lie. If I put nail-polish remover right under my nose, there is a very faint tang of the memory of acetone. But effectively, nothing.