Not so very long ago I remember loose sugar being weighed into stout paper bags; likewise tea and other dry goods, like rice. Very little was pre-packed. We didn’t all die of food poisoning either.
“Gesamtkunstwerk.” That’s the word I’m looking for!
Sam Dastor, actor, is preparing to read BH’s book “Crater’s Edge” for Audible. It’s brave of Sam because he speaks neither Polish, Russian nor Persian.
Every week my sister and I bought “The Beano” and “The Dandy” which we read from end to end in total silence, most likely sucking a gobstopper – also tolerated by my mother, despite the hideous name.
Yesterday would have been our Diamond Wedding Anniversary.
Guess who said this…?
When BH died I planted a rose in his memory. I chose one named Thomas à Becket because BH died on the Archbishop’s Feast Day.
Panic, cold sweat, foul language and soft knees. The result of losing a credit card. Quite out of proportion to the loss.
I am not a doggie person unlike the vast majority of my compatriots whom, I suspect, actually prefer their dogs to their children. However, I have recently come across two dogs likely to change my mind.
You can’t go wrong with this Lithuanian “side,” even on the hottest day. Teenagers love kugelis; it fills all parts other padding-out foods fail to reach.