Old Mold.

Mmmm, there is some tuna lasagne in the oven right now, can't wait for it to be ready to eat. Here's a goodie from last week - boeuf bourguignon, or beef burgundy.

 You can't go wrong with red wine and cooking.

I had found a HALF PRICE slab of beef in the supermarket a couple of weeks back, some braising, beef stock red wine, onions and mushrooms and hours and hours of cooking in the oven (I even made it one day in advance so it would have time to get really juicy before eating) turns into a really nice change in an otherwise very vegetable heavy diet. To be fair we have been eating many extra nice things lately, there has been pizza, chicken soup (thanks, Roomie), spinach crêpes (thanks Longhaired roomie and Finnish Friend) , vegetable pie (thanks again, Longhaired roomie) and wiener sauce (knackorvssås/nakkikastike). The vegetable soups, sauces and woks inbetween haven't been bad either, especially yesterday when we had some chicken dumplings with the wok, oh yeah!!

In other news Roomie vacuumed the house today, and apparently everything can get moldy in England:

 See those light blotches there?

The hard rubber soles of my slippers can apparently get infected. Granted, they had been lying around for two weeks maybe, since we're in a warmer period right now, but I mean come on! On the other hand, the rubber isolation on the windows get moldy all the time, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

England's rampant humidity never ceases to amaze me, I guess.

Pike

Whoops! Long time no write, once again. Not much to tell, really, not that I can think of anyway, so chew on this comic instead, it is based on a dream I dreamed last spring.

The Riddle

 Welcome to England, where even your food smiles at you (potatoes never cease being funny).

 

Hi there, nice to meet you. I'm sure I will be enjoying your warm company.

I feel extremely youthful. I don't know when the last time I had a plaster on my knee would have been. See I managed to fall from (or rather with) my bicycle. 

It was a strange situation, I was coming out to a small road from an even smaller road, stopped to look for cars and suddenly I was on my face. My best guess is that I was too close to the border of the sidewalk, my wonky basket (which was loaded with a really heavy bag) moved a little, shifting the weight enough to turn my front wheel in an awkward angle causing it to slide down the sidewalk border stone, causing me to lose my balance. The rest is history. I did feel silly suddenly finding myself on the ground tangled in my bicycle with my bag and cereal carton scattered around, but I quickly got myself together and managed to reach home safely. 

My only keepsakes from this marvellous experience are the aforementioned scrape on my knee, a neat bruise on my other leg and a small scrape on my elbow. I really think these would give me some street credibility, would I be able to wear shorts to show them off. Alas, I am afraid it is a bit too cold for that sort of attire now.

Do you like riddles? I have one for you then. This is not applicable to you if you have played Fez and therefore know the answer, not looking for spoilers here. Also, please do not google it, that spoils the fun. Just sharing this brainteaser with you. I'll let you know if I find the right answer.

What's my name?

Hint: 

My first half is what is is

My second half is half of what made it

I know from the mechanics of answering this question that it is probably 8 letters long and does NOT include the letters D J P W.

Good luck.

Flash Photography

Just popping in to show you what's going on in Canterbury:

Cheerio!

There's Whiskey in the Jar

Oh wow, the days just fly by. I shall finally present to you a compilation of things bought in Scotland .

The candy is obviously already gone, there were three kinds, blue ones (pictured, but from a bad angle) with the Skottish flag (Saltire) with the taste of Irn Bru (Iron Brew, it is the colour of rust), a special Skottish soft drink. The other types of candy I bought were blue raspberry thingies (one of my favourite among the British sweets I've found), and hard apple sweets, which were supposed to be sour, but I failed to notice that. They were good nonetheless.

The oatcakes are made of oatmeal, and taste just like that, porridge. I really like them, Roomie isn't too impressed. I should try making some myself.

As I might have mentioned earlier, there was an art material shop in Glasgow, and it had a big sale going on. The big pad is one with special bleedproof paper, so I can use my cool supermarkers on it without fretting about if it goes through (also endlessly cheaper than Bristol board, that I have been using previously). The drawing above is drawn in that pad. Then there's some refill for my mechanical pencils (even the 0.3 ones were only 50p each, which is a fraction of what they are normally priced at) and one tiny piece of linoleum (for printing).

Above the lino you can see a piece of rock and a flower, both stolen from mother nature on Arthur's seat.

Points to you if you can guess what's in the box, saying Caol Ila 12.