Oranges

This isn't about oranges. It's about lemons. Then again, it's not about lemons either, but how the earwig hid in the plum and the ants ate the nectarine. Perhaps it's not about that either. Anyway, I'll ask the canary what he meant and let you know... Well, it had nothing to do with him. That helped.

Admittedly, I have tried and failed to post regularly. Self-discipline! It's hard. Everyday? Every two days? Every week? Every month? Failed, failed, failed and so far so good. Let's try to keep it improving shall we? But then, this isn't about the blog.
It's... wait, let me ask the cat for clarification... he says it's about the hairs. Keeping yourself clean by licking and scratching when you're itchy. It's sure not what I meant.

The steak went marching today. Albeit, it was the hand-made noodle's fault, because they were being too smothering, but it marched right out the door in a huff. Apparently, the knife couldn't cut it. So guess what? I didn't run after it. I knew it would come back once the cat remembered that he only ate chicken or fish, or fish or chicken, or just fish, or just chicken... if only he would make up his mind.

The chickens enjoyed my last pancake. Why? After three days of being the last pancake left on the plate, it decided to attract more attention by sliming around. Don't ask me. That's how pancakes dance. Honestly. But it did teach me something during it's larval batter-y stage. Puffy pancakes, pikelets, flat pancakes, crepes and crumpets are all very similar. I don't know about waffles, I've never made them before and anyway, I can't eat waffles. My runaway rabbit was named Waffles.

This is my most recent, made-up pancake recipe with rough ingredients:
About 7 heaped tablespoons of self-raising flour
4 large eggs
Maybe 4 level tablespoons of white sugar or something similar
Milk to taste
1 and a half tablespoons of vegetable oil

After mixing all the ingredients until they were smooth, I discovered the batter too thick. I had discovered how to make super-puffy pancakes that were very similar to crumpets. I added more milk and discovered that you can still use self-raising flour in a pancake mixture to make flat pancakes, albeit very holey ones - like flat crumpets. If I swirled the mixture in the pan quickley and let the air bubbles in my batter dissipate, I had myself very flat, crispy-ish crepes. If I made myself a flat pancake using this same mixture, but added more batter on top as it cooked, I had myself a half-sized crumpet. Pikelets are too easy. Use little dollops of batter and don't swirl them round the pan.

See? These different foods are all actually the same thing, just in different sizes, shapes and thicknesses.

word pictures... of a sort...

I wonder if anyone else finds certain words look like certain pictures... Take for example the word 'blog'...

Blog is like a frog in a bog on a lily pad or a smooth roundish object with a sticky-outy thing on its head (that's the 'g') either in or floating on the surface of a hole ('o') with a big leaf ('B') on a stem ('l'). Doesn't it look like a frog on a lilypad or some sort of big leafy thing on a stalk in a pond type thing?

How about the word 'post'?
P - The logo of Australia Post and the shape of many letter boxes (the ones outside peoples' houses), also 'p' for 'to place' something
O - A hole or wide open empty mouth
S - the 'ss' sound of the 's' relating to the word 'send' or 'snake', implying to me that there is potential movement.
T - a plate on a stick, or rafters, or two pieces of wood stuck together firmly... to me 'T' implies a sort of stability and propping or holding up of something. It also reminds me of letter boxes.

Post - altogether makes a picture of a postbox (big red one that people post letters in) standing next to a letterbox, competing for people to place something that has travelled from elsewhere into their 'mouths'. Once they have received their letter/message, that letter/message is considered home... as it they aren't going to go anywhere else (unless, of course, the letter came to the wrong address, as so often happens).

blurgalot

To blurg ,
to blog ,
it will not merg,
when apples cease
and trotters surg.

There is no point
but to elaborate,
To huddle,
To expel,
To extrapolate.

'Mercy!' cry the heels of toe,
When sense is none
and sharks think woe.

Again no point
shall these words here make.
Just to annoy,
To trickle,
To apple pie bake.

Bit by bit the sand do fly,
Attrition is the best man's sigh.
Little by little cats will tie
Their tails in knots of mice so shy.

Fiddle and faddle,
Grabble the rabble,
Tiller the tattle,
When time to babble.