I have been thwarted by a change of plan; a vigorously dirty proposal postponed, the very thought of which has had me grinding against the heel of my palm.
A frustration, yes, but I am consoled that a great deal more plans come to a frisky fruition that have collapsed despite enterprise. Heavy snow falls, sick children, flaming cars, diarrhea & vomiting; there is nothing like a fervent lust to bring on complications, mechanical and mercurial.
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Hmmm -- and what do they look like cooked?
The balls, that is, not the sick children.
M
"Heavy snow falls, sick children, flaming cars, diarrhea & vomiting"
I agree with the above poster.
Before you were so fecking happy we had recipies.
For those following denied the joys of an equal partner, - Heavy snow falls, sick children, flaming cars, diarrhea & vomiting...!
Can you console us with the finished meal.
It's not like I'm Salvo Montalbano but as a man I consider progress in either field a result.
P.S. Salvo blames the Mafia for the car - they got hungry!
Q.
M - cooked meatballs never look quite as good as they taste, i find. I liked them with flecks of green showing, in their raw state. Bloody good to nibble on, tho.
Q .. Salvo, Salvo, Salvo *hand gesture* *upraised eyebrows* he's so delicious, i'd eat his .. *cough*
Well, the reply took so long, I tried cooking them myself! A fairly passable imitation, and as none survived to be eaten cold, obviously popular.
M
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