Oh, I'm here Revany, I'm just pleased that people agree with me about SVD. Not everyone does, and those that do not end up accusing me of "a lack of romance". Of course, I respond by accusing them of having a lack of understanding regarding Capitalist economies .

Zaz - Ah, you were doing so well before the whiskey rabbit entered into it. *Sighs and shakes head sadly* Another soul (metaphorically speaking) lost to Tawakalnistan...

well naturally there's no alcohol in any of my recipes (see associated recipe thread) but zaz is on the right course <phew> a close run thing that, i thought all that hopping would damage him in some way.

So, the Hare Horse Chimaera Thing doesn't like Valentine's Day, hmmmm? methinks someone doesn't get any Valentine's cards (except off his mum!) Actually I'm inclined to agree with you that it is blatant money-making bilge, however if I wasn't to give Mrs Taw a suitably tasteful card, a large box of expensive chocolates, a big bunch of flowers NOT bought from the petrol station but hand delivered at work, and at least one bottle of champagne and a posh meal out at one of the better eateries, I'd soon find myself consigned to cold nights on kitchen duties <brrrr!> Anyway, wotchoo prattlin' 'bout Valentines for? I've got to survive Christmas, the wife's birthday, the MiL's birthday (though she's going on a cruise this year) and the daughter's 18th before we even get near to Valentine's Day.

And I get 3 Valentine's cards every year, one off the wife, one from the daughter <yuk!> and one from the boy (he doesn't quite "get" what Valentine's Day is all about; bless!)

People know my attitude regarding the Day in question, which would probably explain why I have never received a VD card. Not that I can remember anyway *aborts sniff*. In any case, my own Christmas costs have been reduced since I led the way by opting out of the hither-to mandatory $50 family "Kris Kringle" last year. Of course, the family took 10 months to come around to my way of thinking and finally end the tradition, but that's family for ye. No, I'll be putting my money towards Typhon Mark II (name to be determined).

I don't know whethere I should applaud zazie for cooking rabbit, or hang him for wasting whiskey on it. I suppose the jury is out until I find out what brand he was giong to use.

meh, all the same to me.

so, the Hare of Munifence is a niggardly, miserly chiseler who won't contribute to his warren's seasonal festivities (no doubt he partakes though of the spiced carrots and roast cloverleaves that are served up on Christmas Day) freeloader! I don't evenbelieve in Christmas yet i get stuck in for the sake of everyone else. You long-eared curmudgeon!

would you have him any other way though?

"Curmudgeon"? Indy calls me that too. I'm so misunderstood *sigh*. Besides, who says that I don't get into the "Christmas Spirit" (whatever the hell that means)? I give the occasional gift to those that are deserving, and that sort of thing. Fine, I'll prove that I'm "Christmassy" by singing an Esquilaxitavian Christmas carol or two. *Ahem*

"Good King Esquilax in town,
For a feast of turkey,
Then did ginger beer rain down,
Free, fizzy and murky..."

No? *Sigh* Fine, I'll show myself out... *Trudges off*

Christmas?? nuh-uh

Id rather celebrate the Feast from which it was derived, the Winter Solstice, the feast of the Returning Light. Christmas, however cleverly iinvented seems to me rather like the usual excuse for a family to get together again, in this case its the same here, only rather limited, we usually get together at me gran's house with the rest of that particular line of the family... I just go along for kicks really

EDIT: Id, Right there with you on the Whiskey, you build the scaffolding, I'll tie the rope!!

Edited by - Locutov on 11/25/2006 6:22:45 PM

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would you have him any other way though?

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braised would be my preference.

"I'm dreaming of a roast bunny
just like the one i ate last year
we all did chortle
and no-one snorffled
when we poured gravy on Ol' Long Ears.."

or

"Ding dong gas mark on high
Esquilax is screaming
He thinks he's going in a pie
of Taw's Christmas dinner he's dreaming

Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria, in Tawakalna's oven you go
Glo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ria, in Tawakalna's oven you go"

Edited by - Tawakalna on 11/26/2006 4:01:34 AM

Pah! Yer reachin' again matey! And he has the temerity to criticise *my* metre and rhyme! Shame! As for the idea of cooking me, preposterous it is. I'd like to see you a) Identify me, b) Catch me and c) Best me in a (fair) fight. Naturally, it would never be a fair fight with you O Mullah of Deception, but I still think I could think my way out of any trap of yours. Or, as is far more likely, avoid getting entangled in the first place. Besides, I'd have the home ground advantage, because I won't be stopping by La Casa di Tea-towel any time in the near future, so you would have to seek me out here. Hmph!

yes well the identification is something of an issue, I admit; but then as you don't exist how can I identify something that has no existence? I suppose you could be just an abstraction, but that means you're purely conceptual?

*waddles into view, belches*

Hello all.

Gorged for three days running. Binged on roasted 21 lb. bird (hen), 10 lb. Viriginia ham (authentic version, not that gloppy sugar water soaked imitation kind) a myriad of side dishes including the obligatory candied yams with marshmallow topping, creamed mashed potatos, string beans braised with fat back, etc. And pies galor including a perfectly made "simple" pumpkin pie that knocked my socks off (as did the young lady who made it ) and seven other pies and gallons of ice cream.

An irredeemably gluttonous time was had by all.

For the trip back from the outlaws, we packed up with some delicious mashed potato-turkey-stuffing-cranberry sauce sandwiches. If you haven't had it, you absotively posilutely have got to try it. Killer food! Make sure you've got some good bread to use, stuff that wont disintegrate in your hands.

Beats eating long-eared boney almost rodents any day of the week.

shameless capitalistic self-indulgence!