23 thoughts on “The temperature rises, the pressure builds, and then…(85 sec)”
…and the butter? Have to have butter!
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Of course!
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That’s all of us, tomorrow night.
Popped corn.
Not looking forward to who we’ll be served to.
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Who? Here + Popcorn:
And I’d love to have a home, some place to keep my winter coat and my books and to read in bed in. Christ how I’d love that. My own home; quite quite alone; with no one else in it.
~ Martha Gellhorn, in a letter to Campbell Beckett, from Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn
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I was referring to the elections tomorrow night.
We are the corn that’ll be popped. We’ll see if Hillary or Trump will eat it.
Sorry I’m tarnishing your Beautiful blog with these two names. So sorry.
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OMG. You have so destroyed the Vibe.
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I said sorry…
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Does that go with a diet?
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Of course it does (and with salt and butter!)
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Real butter…not that fake stuff!
Kosher salt…big and nuggety.
In a bowl with high sides…and red…and ceramic. Big, round and lap size.
…and what else? Have I missed anything?
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A diving board, so I can dive in.
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You got it!
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ah, a thing of beauty and i imagine it floating in a lovely pool of warm irish butter.
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I can see and taste that!
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See when we break down that outer hard shell, we always find a soft delicious centre! Weird how I only see spiritual teachings in every situation ha! 😀
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You are something!😄
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Feels like my brain sometimes….😉
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Awwww, no way. Can’t be. 😊
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Ha.ha.ha…☺️
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The sound and smell are a delicious harbinger of an indolent Sunday afternoon with an old afghan and a new book. Mmmmmmm…
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Sunday afternoons. Yes….
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Nothing else for me to add to this conversation, I’m drooling. :o)
…and the butter? Have to have butter!
Of course!
That’s all of us, tomorrow night.
Popped corn.
Not looking forward to who we’ll be served to.
Who? Here + Popcorn:
And I’d love to have a home, some place to keep my winter coat and my books and to read in bed in. Christ how I’d love that. My own home; quite quite alone; with no one else in it.
~ Martha Gellhorn, in a letter to Campbell Beckett, from Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn
I was referring to the elections tomorrow night.
We are the corn that’ll be popped. We’ll see if Hillary or Trump will eat it.
Sorry I’m tarnishing your Beautiful blog with these two names. So sorry.
OMG. You have so destroyed the Vibe.
I said sorry…
Does that go with a diet?
Of course it does (and with salt and butter!)
Real butter…not that fake stuff!
Kosher salt…big and nuggety.
In a bowl with high sides…and red…and ceramic. Big, round and lap size.
…and what else? Have I missed anything?
A diving board, so I can dive in.
You got it!
ah, a thing of beauty and i imagine it floating in a lovely pool of warm irish butter.
I can see and taste that!
See when we break down that outer hard shell, we always find a soft delicious centre! Weird how I only see spiritual teachings in every situation ha! 😀
You are something!😄
Feels like my brain sometimes….😉
Awwww, no way. Can’t be. 😊
Ha.ha.ha…☺️
The sound and smell are a delicious harbinger of an indolent Sunday afternoon with an old afghan and a new book. Mmmmmmm…
Sunday afternoons. Yes….
Nothing else for me to add to this conversation, I’m drooling. :o)
Me too! Me too!