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« Reply #1410 on: 17:28:18, 01-03-2008 » |
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Someone please take those aniseed balls away from Member Antheil. She's O'd on them again. Sigh.  |
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« Reply #1411 on: 17:30:41, 01-03-2008 » |
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Someone please take those aniseed balls away from Member Antheil. She's O'd on them again. Sigh. Good grief. I didn't know you could O from ODing on aniseed balls... I must buy some right away. |
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« Reply #1412 on: 17:40:55, 01-03-2008 » |
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Sorry, it was just a momentary lapse of taste caused by, well caused by the memory of aniseed balls. Anyone remember sucking them and then taking them out to see how the colour had changed? Many layered and somewhat mysterious I always thought.
Firm young onions have been dealt with btw coated with organic cream and wrapped senuously (sensibly) in Parmesan shavings, buglar grating it only cos I couldn't find me grater. Us Master Chefs improvise!
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« Reply #1413 on: 23:35:18, 01-03-2008 » |
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And you all know what the secondary meaning of (the Italian for) fennel is in Italian I trust...  |
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« Reply #1414 on: 09:35:52, 02-03-2008 » |
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Yes, ollie, I do.
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« Reply #1415 on: 13:20:57, 02-03-2008 » |
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I don't. But now you've said that I have a googling feeling coming on.
Happiness is a stockpot bubbling on the stove.
Tonight I'll take some of the stock and cook potatoes and lentils in it finishing it off with a grating of cheese on the top, flashed under the grill.
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« Reply #1416 on: 13:51:38, 02-03-2008 » |
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hh, I don't know why ollie suddenly brought up the subject, but at the risk of lowering the general tone here, the Italians reckon the fennel bulb looks like a man's bottom. The word applies to those men who would appreciate same, I understand.
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« Reply #1417 on: 14:03:57, 02-03-2008 » |
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Well I didn't know that.
I'll consider that the next time I have fennel.
In my wiki'ing, I have discovered that it was a branch of fennel that Prometheus is supposed to have used to steal fire from the gods, and that the thyrsis of Dionysus is supposed to have been cut from a fennel plant. I do like fennel.
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« Reply #1418 on: 14:06:24, 02-03-2008 » |
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Duh, and fennel tastes like aniseed. Silly me.
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« Reply #1419 on: 14:41:55, 02-03-2008 » |
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This was the main reason for Oliver Suddenly mentioning the connotations of fennel (I hope I didn't inadvertently offend): Gastro-Porn? No, just an enjoyment of food she said, whilst slicing the fennel into quarters, Oh, the sight of those green fronds in the middle made her seek them out, and then before she knew it her sharp white teeth were tearing at the inner sections and her mouth was filled, transfused, with the taste of aniseed balls reminding her of that night in Umbria
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« Reply #1420 on: 14:46:16, 02-03-2008 » |
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Crumbs, I missed that one. Gosh, St David's Day did put Antheil into overdrive, didn't it?
No offense at all, ollie.
Obviously Wales is far more steamy than I imagined.
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« Reply #1421 on: 14:57:06, 02-03-2008 » |
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Obviously Wales is far more steamy than I imagined.
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« Reply #1422 on: 15:10:37, 02-03-2008 » |
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Three slices of cheese on toast and a squidgy satsuma and I'm ready for bed... Time to dig out the espresso pot and wake myself up sufficiently to deal with these lovely orchestration assignments.  |
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Obviously Wales is far more steamy than I imagined.
Sounds as though Kitchen Anteil certainly is!!
Obviously Wales is far more steamy than I imagined.
Sounds as though Kitchen Anteil certainly is!! Wales steamy? We have been known, on occasion, especially when fennel enters into the equation, to be a bit steamy I must confess. The fact that yesterday was St. David's Day did in fact heighten the emotions. The vegetable's alabaster ribs and delicate young green fronds reflecting the moon overhanging Cockleshell Bay are driving the inhabitants of the tightly packed houses, (like sardines in a tin look you), desirous for the smell of, the taste of aniseed whether by a journey in disguise to the sweet shop for a brown paper bag or a trip to One Tooth Dai Davies' allotment to gorge ourselves senseless upon his bronze fennel plants, thereby denying him any chance in the Horticultural Tent at the Agricultural Show. Ahem. I am now munching my way through a jar of cornichons and onions and a bag of aniseed balls in utmost bliss whilst listening to a cd of The Easter Mass from Westminster Cathedral knowing I have solved two Puzzles and gained oodles of points! What more does a girl want? Another jar of cornichons by the look of it! |
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« Reply #1424 on: 15:33:33, 02-03-2008 » |
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Cockleshell Bay, eh? I trust we all know what nichons are in French, while we're on this tone-reevaluating business.  |
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