Killer7 SINdicate

Don't get scared, this is also for activities within the great indoors.

The new swallows who took their first flight a couple of weeks ago have already grown a lot. Their wings are now so strong that they're reaching great heights.
Wild strawberries are in great abundance this year and those deeper in the forest are enormous. Chanterelles have popped up too and the blueberries are looking good.
Tent was leaking but is now sealed.

Yesterday on the street I passed what is hopefully one of the ugliest women I will ever seen in my life.

Potato salad:
Potatoes, cucumber, olive oil, lemon, parsley.

Interesting cabbage salad:
White cabbage, dill, vinaigrette, mustard seeds, black pepper.

Cat wrote: ↑Wed Jul 27, 2022 6:56 am swallows

Also I want to make a soup of the now-abandoned nest if I can get my claws on it.

Today I drank a Syrah wine from Sicily. I like the Settesoli wine house. It got me decently drunk, but not enough to sleep, because I had a huge Japanese dinner. Dinner was mediocre but also cheap so I can't complain.

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What were the Japanese dishes?

Nerello Mascalese

Cat wrote: ↑Thu Jul 28, 2022 7:51 am >AFK general
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yes

How's that one?

Cat wrote: ↑Sat Jul 30, 2022 7:38 pmHow's that one?

very nice, 30/40

Beautiful rainbow outside today, I'm drinking Pantheum white wine, vote for Joe Biden

my post count is my real life age, each post hits hard

The humble fox darted through the underbush. Their lithe frame weaving deftly between trees and rocks as the lurker hounds bayed relentlessly behind 'em. It was a scene straight out of a medieval trapestry, a timeless battle between predator and prey played out in the wilds of the modern world. But for the fox, there was no romance in this struggle, no sense of chivalry or honor. They were simply fighting for their life, driven by a primal instict to survive. And yet, despite the odds stacked against 'em, they clung to a flicker of hope, a belief that somehow, someway, they would emerge victorious. It was a defiance born of the postmodernist sensibility, a rejection of the idea that fate was predetermined or that power belonged only to the strong. For the humble fox, courage and hope were their weapons, their shield against the onslaught of imbecile lurkers of the hounds and the world they represented. /goyslop