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Yesterday was my best (and oldest) friend’s birthday. I dare not disclose her age (she’s a very dignified lady), but the vet assured us that she is now way past a hundred human years (ça fait un bail qu’elle est centenaire). She may not see so well any longer, or hear, but her sense of smell and extra long whiskers guide her securely in her daily inconsequential businesses, More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Milky Dog Treats Prunes. What’s with their bad press in the US? Not to mention **rabbit**.
[ok, how many readers have I already lost? is it really that bad? bunnies are only cute when they bop around, you know] Somehow there seems to be a great wall of silence surrounding this benine recipe. Either it’s an alliance of PETA and the Dried Apricot Producers’ Union, or it was More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Rabbit With Prunes I wasn’t originally going to post this. Partly because it was made haphazardly with leftover fruits.
Then I did write a long, feverish post on how delicious it was and how “spice cabinet” sounded like a NASA concept, a kind of cupboard with spices and small astronauts sitting on minishelves, with a big reactor attached underneath. Then I thought, o Claire, cut the crap, for Pete’s sake More claptrap! (Plus de sornettes!)Read Quetsche, Nectarine and Cinnamon Jam  |
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