- The revival of Kernewek in and around Cornwall
- History? Vikings not (only) Skandies
- Somerset Maugham [R looking L] [prev, nother] not all fluffy
- "Beaver" dams for flood control
- ♬ ♪ ♫ ♩
- Proclaimers (*) 500 miles
- RIP Harry Belafonte: Bamotsweri with Miriam Makeba
- Sand mining damn dangerous
- Hawai'i is a [dynamic] chain of volcanoes
- 83oz lump of Gold in Oz [Au bloboprev]
- Stream of triv about Catholicism
- Solving homelessness Finland style
- Role-playing Rapunzel - knotted sheets version
- a granny knot cd kill ya!
- Naming the latest RNLI hovercraft
Sunday, 30 April 2023
Friday, 28 April 2023
Still waters run deep. Our nearest neighbour but five lives about 500m further West up our valley. That family were the first blow-ins and built a wooden house at the top of a 2 acre site purchased from one of the local farmers. Over the next 30 years trees grew up on the slope, so that from across the valley, especially with wisps of fog, the house looks like it escaped from Kurosawa's Throne of Blood. And when I say built a wooden house it was Paddy the Dad who sawed, morticed and tenoned the whole edifice himself. Paddy then engaged on a quixotic project to build a large sailing boat by the road side of his property without giving much thought to how to transport the vessel to the sea which at its nearest is 40km away!
The apple falleth not far from the tree! It turns out that Gwen has been on an aw'fy big adventure through the Coronarama years. Shen built her own modest water-craft and has spent the time paddling through Ireland. And she's written a book To The Waters and The Wild - the trials and tranquilities of a journey on Ireland’s waterways by Gwen Wilkinson is published by Merrion Press. I must secure an autographed copy!
Wednesday, 26 April 2023
When I left home, possibly in antidote to my parents' values, I embraced food-thrifty: nothing edible should go in the bin. And slowly expanded my food repertoire: steak tartare sandwiches for work-lunch in Amsterdam; moules every time I ate out in Brussels; polpo on pilgrimage; whole fried whitebait. I didn't start eating variety meats [wobbly bits] for choice though - eeew. So the timing is ripe [but not over-ripe = putrid] to hear about a crowd-source quiz on food disgust on Metafilter. Lots of interesting sharing in the comments there. But here's the 32 question test, from the Individual Difference Research Lab at ETH Zurich, Department Health Science and Technology (D-HEST). And here - over-sharing as usual is my result:do . so . wish that my colleague didn't choose a cookie from the communal biscuit tin by picking them all up for closer inspection. Before I retired I was chatting with a [different] pal at work about cutting the mold off cheese and she said her husband tended to throw the whole block in the bin at the first sign of whitening.
Charles Darwin as so often had a take on the issue, writing a chunk about it in The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animal . He recalled a moment from 40 years earlier on the other side of the world: In
Tierra del Fuego a native touched with his finger some cold preserved
meat which I was eating at our bivouac, and plainly showed utter disgust
at its softness; whilst I felt utter disgust at my food being touched
by a naked savage, though his hands did not appear dirty. A smear of
soup on a man's beard looks disgusting, though there is of course
nothing disgusting in the soup itself. I presume that this follows from
the strong association in our minds between the sight of food, however
circumstanced, and the idea of eating it.
Monday, 24 April 2023
- a) the number of molecules in a mole [= gram-molecular-weight not Talpa europea yeh daftie]
- b) 6.02 x 1023 if you can manage superscripts <sup>23</sup> in HTML
- c) calculators often render this as 6.02e+23
- d) 6.02 ^ 23 is also acceptable to sciency ppl
- e) 602,214,080,000,000,000,000,000
But these are all hard to interpret in audio mode, so there Avogadro's number is 602 sextillion. Seems that until recently Système International SI units had no official prefixes for numbers larger than 1024 or smaller than 10-24. But stellar distances and computer storage is driving to agree terms for counts larger than this. For a while ten years ago, different teams were pushing for the adoption of Hellabyte or Brontobyte for 1027 bytes but this got side-eye from the SI Metrology committee because the one letter abbreviations H for henry the unit of electrical conductance and B for byte were already spoken for; and that would lead to needless confusion.
quetta Q 10^30 ** quecto q 10^-30
ronna R 10^27 ** ronto r 10^-27
yotta Y 10^24 ** yocto y 10^-24
zetta Z 10^21 ** zepto z 10^-21
exa E 10^18 ** atto a 10^-18
peta P 10^15 ** femto f 10^-15
tera T 10^12 ** pico p 10^-12
giga G 10^9 ** nano n 10^-9
mega M 10^6 ** micro μ 10^-6
kilo k 1,000 ** milli m 0.001
hecto h 100 ** centi c 0.01
deka da 10 ** deci d 0.1
As a camel is said to be a horse designed by a committee, the SI General Conference on Weights and Measures has delivered a bit of a kludge. For the higher / more recent designations there is a neat symmetry: Q R Y Z reflects q r y z. But P peta 1015 is not the reciprocal of p pico10-12 nor is M mega 106 the reciprocal of m milli 10-03.
And I can tell you that μ for micron is a typographical disaster for students and scientists being far too frequently replace by u or "mu". But my annoyance is really focused on making two-letter da the official SI abbreviation for deka when the most recent meeting redoubled the precedent for capitals being big Q R Y Z with l.c. letters being q r y z. Historical inertia has fixed k for kilo and h for hecto rather than K and H. No room for complacency here.
Sunday, 23 April 2023
- BBC More or Less asks about numbers . . . of Irish Pubs [whc prev]
- Shagsper's b'day
- Dialectical Scotch.
- How's your Switzerdeutsch? Ladder making in Sattel, CH
- Felled trees bring brook trout Salvelinus fontinalis
- Making a rabbit deterrent catapult.
- USA: CO vs WY
- Dogs on leash near sheep
FFSplease [cw: dead lamb]
- Blob's been there before [cw: ill manners]
- Deer getting a hair-cut
- I'll never complain about our blackbird again
- UK readers: Sainsbury is likely ripping you off
Friday, 21 April 2023
After dinner, a cry went up "More dessert is needed" - because who wants an apple? Dau.II and I took one for the team and went round the corner in search of something adjacent to lemon posset [whc prev]. The closest strike was Supervalu Sicilian lemon yoghurt but we also came away with 94g of "Munchies Gold Caramel Flavour Sharing Bag". As y' do, when investigating a new-to-me product, the ToC was closely scrutinized:
Sugar, Vegetable Fats (Palm, Mango Kernel, Sal, Shea, Rapeseed, Sunflower), Glucose Syrup, Invert Sugar Syrup, Sweetened Condensed Skimmed Milk (Milk, Sugar), Whey Powder product (Milk), Skimmed Milk Powder, Wheat Flour (contains Calcium, Iron, Thiamin and Niacin), Butterfat (Milk), Cocoa Butter, Dried Whole Milk, Emulsifier (Lecithins), Cocoa Mass, Whey Powder (Milk), Raising Agents (Sodium Bicarbonate, Ammonium Bicarbonate), Barley Malt Extract, Salt, Lactose (Milk), Caramelised Sugar, Natural Flavouring, Maltodextrin, Safflower Concentrate
Apart from the religious stuff, the seeds are the size of a seedless grape and 14% fat which is extracted to produce a buttery spread, which is solid at room temperature. Those who live in or near to Sal forests use the sal-ghee for cooking but entrepreneurs also convert the goop in soap, varnish, paint and lubricants. I suspect that the food engineers at Nestlé don't care much what sort of vegetable fat goes into the Munchie vats. The fat-ingredient is likely subject to the vagaries of global markets and the marketeers kick the ToC list to safety by including any-and-all species which might be in our 94g.
A final observation: pretty much the only customers in the shop at 8pm on a Monday evening were single silverbacks with more or less empty baskets. I imagine [I may be over-empathizing] that, like saddo me 20+ years ago, these old chaps are wandering around killing time in the aisles because
- TV is utter bollix;
- the Men's Shed is on Wednesday;
- Supervalu is warm and dry
Wednesday, 19 April 2023
I was talking to Dau.I The Book a tuthree weeks ago and heard that she was reading The Company Town: The Industrial Eden's and Satanic Mills That Shaped the American Economy [2010 Basic Books] by Hardy Green. History, urban blight, industrial process are all in my wheelhouse, so I ordered it up as an Earbook through Borrowbox. Audiobooks are typically 8-15 hours long; Borrowbox has a loan-period of 20 days. You'd think that would be plenty time to finish. But no longer spending 90 minutes M-F commuting to work, and having a rich other life, means that it can be a gallop to wrap it up and return the book to circulation.
Industrialization and capitalism means that products and processes tend to get centralized and specialized. In early modern towns, numerous crafts, services and and workshops fulfilled almost all the needs of almost all the local inhabitants. The blacksmith could shoe a horse, forge a pike, make a gate or a grate and fix anything that was busted. Clearly not all the required resources [wood wool iron] were locally available but artisans and creators could modify the product to use [cheaper] local material. Slated roofs replaced by thatch; cob or timber walls if geology hadn't delivered good building stone. Builders and makers were flexible generalists.
Replacing the work of human hands with the power of water, coal and machinery is a scalable transition: one child can manage more than one steam-powered loom. Increased production means lower prices and more specialization. The modern 'blacksmith' shop produces only saws or only nails - in enormous quantities. The early entrepreneurs did still need warm bodies to change the bobbins, check for quality or pack each dozen of product into a box. Big enterprises dwarfed the labour market and needed to bring additional workers on-board quickly and cheaply. Many early magnates took it upon themselves to house these extra blow-in laborers . . . and the company town was born. Many of these were named for /by / after the Magnate: Corning NY; Gary IN; Hershey, PA; Pullman IL; Lowell MA [shown below].Henry Clay Frick as pantomime villain]. To a greater or lesser extent, the Company appreciated that happy workers were more productive workers: so some built schools, hospitals, play-grounds and churches . . . even though these amenities didn't directly boost the share-holders' bottom line. When the share-holders were all family, I guess they could do what they wanted.
The book's envoi looks at the enormous server farms owned by Google and Microsoft. Here the local polity will bend over for shagging to attract an industrial behemoth: build the shed, the roads, the cabling and offer tax-breaks. But they don't need to deal with sewerage because a data-centre the size of Lowell, Mass. capitalized like a small country will nevertheless only employ a few handfuls of tax-payers locally.
Monday, 17 April 2023
Puzzle mavens, ahoy!
Following on from my solution to a 100 year old postcard cipher, I draw your attention to a plea for help from the Old Library at Trinity College Dublin. If they really wanted help, they'd have send out a call to the TCD Alumnus Association which is chock-a-block with old academically-inclined buffers holding, collectively, a very wide range of knowledge and intellectual wrangling tools. But they didn't do that, so I only heard about problem from RTE last week.
There are 250 known extant copies of the First Folio edition 1623 of Wm Shaxpere's collected works; and Trinity has one of them. None of the existing First Folios is still in its dust-jacket and they all have been 'used' to some degree. In contrast the second half of my 24 volume Complete Works of Walter Scott: none of the previous owners had even cut the pages, the 16-page signatures of the books had been folded and sewn together leaving the task of separating the outer edges of the pages to the reader.
The TCD First Folio has a burn mark - where someone allowed a candle to topple over? and muddy doggy paw-prints on another page. But the most intriguing unique feature is 20 lines of squiggles on the reverse of p.305 [see L]. Their top minds haven't been able to crack what it means. Can you help. I can't find a good copy of the relevant page on the interweb - what you see is what I screen dumped from the RTE video.
Sunday, 16 April 2023
- Billy Reed, Antrim Harriers, does the Barkley.
- Baffin Island a go go
- Branch choppah for big limbs
- Stump crusher stronkenkiller
- Sheep grazing solar farms
- ♬ ♪ ♫ ♩
- The right to be legless in the West
- Makin' plywood
- Tiny house land
- Cost of living antient Rome
- Tuskar Rock
- Europe's oldest map
- Designer drugs depriving diabetics
- Academic success - confounding single-sex schools with affluenza
Friday, 14 April 2023
Did I mention that Gdau.I and Gdau.II are visiting their aged grand-parents around Eostretide? I did. The two small people have been there before. But since the 1
00-acre wood was cleared a bit, they have made it their kingdom. At the end of last Summer, after they left, we discovered a roughly circular brash-fort, which would be defensible against any attack by zombie attack rabbits. It was either the work of human hands . . . or an enormous ground-nesting raven.
Every child needs a tree-house! Nothing would satisfy their Auntie Dau.II but that
she we would construct such an edifice. It is a known fact that zombie attack rabbits are at nothing w.r.t. aerial assault, so really anything off-ground will work. But Health and Safety has moved along a piece, since I nailed an old pallet 6m up in the fork of a large ash-tree 20 years ago. The flooring and balusters were actually quite stable but 6m is a looonnng way down even for light, bouncy, flexible humans. If you have a spare €1,000, you can get a flat-pack tree-house and put it up in your treeless suburban garden. In my thrifty, make-do worldview all tree-house should be made from scrap. Ideally, they should be made by the relevant children. Gdau.I and Gdau.II have proved their brash-fort groundwork chops. We have a compromise: a structure sufficiently engineered to satisfy Health&Safety but austere enough that the girls can give it their own stamp.
An initial scoping survey through the woods located 4 ash-trees forming the apexes of a wonk 1.5m quadrilateral. ash-trees are done for anyway because of the cursed ash die-back, so I have little compunction about giving them a second life as the pillars. When we ordered up the matériel for the 2016 wood-shed we calculated needing 130 6x1 = 150x25mm cedar planks each 8ft = 2.4m long of western red cedar Thuja plicata boards for the hit-and-miss walls. My calculation included a little excess for cock-ups && the supplier threw in a few planks-for-luck && all the planks were at least 2.4m long && we were able to get use from some off-cuts. Therefore we had
clutter a generous stack of boards left over when that project finished. Some of those boards contributed the basic structure which we have anchored to the selected trees with coach bolts.
You really want your sea-legs up there when it's breezy! And that's a good argument for allowing some play with the fasteners. If I was a proper salty dog, I'd construct the whole thing from spars and cordage. otoh, the advantage of a flat floor is that it is realistic to install two small chairs and a dinky table for the tea-party.
Wednesday, 12 April 2023
The Boy is back home in Ireland with his family for Easter. We had planned to run an Easter Egg hunt in our 1 acre woodland. Last Summer we had the arborist in for two days work putting manners on the 13-15 year old trees with some judicious thinning. It's lovely down there, with the canopy gone, some colourful spring flowers are getting their time in the sun before nettles Urtica dioica and brambles Rubus fruticosus choke them out. Some natural pathways are meandering round the acre: so that those so inclined can do walking meditation: after the arborist I went round pruning off the eye-pokers.
But the optimistic elder care roster collapsed under coronarama and other interventions - we are none of us getting any younger. Accordingly we were down on Costa na Déise. We made a couple of visits to the quietly delightful Japanese Garden in Tramore, where Irish / Greek / American / Japanese story-teller Lafcadio Hearn spent some time as a youth. Gorra season ticket now, so we'll be back!
Easter Monday, after lunch, between showers, The Boy and The Bob took his daughters down to the strand at Kilfarrasy. The wind was really too
bitter brisk to go swimming so we ambled about doing beachy things: digging holes, throwing stones and writing messages to the naiads. Whereas I have a fine cursive hand for sand-writing, I cannot frame a picture to save my life:
Monday, 10 April 2023
I am still digging into the bran-tub of ear-book delights that is Borrowbox. The integrated search algorithm is laughably useless. If you search hopefully for essayist Anne Fadiman, Borrowbox is as likely to deliver Anne of Green Gables or a biography of Anne Boleyn as Best Hit as anything written by, say, Anne Fadiman. There is a little more utility in Bbox's if you liked that you might like this feature. Come what may, butterfly me will be happy with a wide variety of reading matter - mainly non-fiction; but I'll take a good novel if a) I've not read it before and b) someone I know (and who knows me) recommends. I also browse hopefully through the N=3,000+ non-fiction inventory: I've been agreeably surprised before
In ICU, there is a lot of kit, some very expensive, and the hospital pharmacy is bursting with meds to try on- and off-label. At the beginning of the pandemic in early 2020 I zoomed into a couple of lab meetings run by my old boss in Immunology. A couple of ICU doctors at one of the great Dublin teaching hospitals were also on these calls because they were getting a higher higher degree researching the innate immune response to viruses. These two young doctors were between mighty sessions intubating, pain-killing and racking their brains for something - anything - which might keep these deeply ill patients alive rather than, like, dead. Most covid patients who rocked up in ICU didn't make it. We know that. What was not really talked about were those who were discharged from ICU and later from the hospital. Later on, Long Covid was recognised as A Thing: people whose QALY - quality adjusted life years - had taken an uncompromising tumble to feeling crap pretty much every waking moment.LTAC is big business - consuming $5billion annually - since Congress 40 years ago authorized increased payments for patients who required more care. It became a new business model: keep the bodies breathing and the bonus Medicare checks would keep rolling in. No expectation that clients would ever leave the facility except in a box. The perverse incentives were cranked up when ICU discharge was deemed to be successful if the patient was still alive 365 days later. Bigham implies that your loved one's care will step down to 'warehouse' on that crucial 1st anniversary of admission. It might be worth asking cui bono? who benefits from this way of life - but not as we know it outside, Jim.
It is welcome to have an insider's skeptical take on modern Western medical practice as it impacts the end of our days. I got much less sense of skepticism from the discussion of transplants; or organ harvesting as some call it. Is it true that the PRC obtains kidneys for party apparatchiks from condemned members of Falun Gong - or is that just othering the existential threat from Asia? For Bigham, using the usable parts of someone who has recently checked out is A Good Thing. With a new liver, kidney, heart-valve or cornea, a very sick person can get an enormous fillip in their QALYs. But whoa! perverse incentives alert. As dead bodies becomes increasingly an asset in parts, the definition of death, especially the timing of death has had to shift its ground. Social researchers from 2053 will look back on current practice with a different perspective. It won't be dissimilar from our current acceptance / embrace of boxing as a sport. That may seem like a wtf non sequitur but both boxing and keeping the dead alive is - for reasons [ie ca$h mon€y] - meting out a casual cruelty on human beings. . . by creatures who drive around in status cars.
Sunday, 9 April 2023
- Wait! When is Easter?
- Dating some 1520 bling!
- quiz time: name the only triple-landlocked state in USA [answer]
- truck-cab design: US v EU
- Fuuuuel: blivets, bladders and berms
- Cleaning up the Seine [R]
- Covered in BEEEES
- Bees? Oblig Izzard
- Nik "Well 'ard" Rijavec breaks a toe but carries on building his log-cabin.
Friday, 7 April 2023
I don't do Fiendface or Instah, but over the last several years, I've tuned into Metafilter for my para-social life. At the end of last month, Paul Slade, a British MeFite asked a question about some WWI post-cards which he'd bought. We've met Slade before with his long-form investigation of Kit Williams and the Masquerade hare.
It seems that a clutch of post-cards had been written home in 1915 by a future Tory grandee while he was in boarding school at the other end of the country. It was relatively easy to work out who Robin the Author was but one of the post-cards was covered with numbers and symbols whose meaning was harder to make out than the regular upper-class intra-family slang which filled the other missives.
Eeee but I do like a good puzzle! I've clipped part of the message [picture top] in the scraggy hand-writing of a 12 y.o. for whom penmanship was not on the curriculum of his very expensive education. When my mother died in 2020, I inherited a small plastic bag containing my own letters home written almost exactly 50 years after young Robin's. My handwriting was terrible too. It wasn't until I started inventing myself aged ~15-16 that I developed a reasonably consistent cursive hand. By then I'd twigged that good handwriting is quicker than scrawl, quite apart from being easier to read.
It's not much to go on (30 words = 150 characters) but if you've inhabited the mind of a small chap writing home from an Institution, it's defo easier to imagine what could be written: it's rather a reduced instruction set of concepts. Have a go, yourself? But I'll not hold it against you if it's couldn't be arsed. One approach:
- My first observation was that the message is a mix of numbers, letters and symbols; but that only the numbers 1-5 occurred. I hypothesized that these might represent the 5 vowels a e i o u in that order.
- 3 appears twice as a single word, so that has to be a or I, the latter being more likely.
- 2 is far more common than the other digits which accords with the high frequency of e in normal English.
- English allows double vowels ee and oo, but not aa ii uu so the 44 in line 6 is likely oo.
- The diphthongs in the message are also consistent with my hypothesis in standard English 45 = ou; 21 = ea; 32 = ie. I'd have rethink my program if the text was indicating ua ia or ui
- with vowels sorted, similar thinking can be used to assign each of the symbols to English consonants.
- The first line starts dea? which gives us the symbol for r.
- Doubles: The last word in line 3 is ?eKK. There aren't many possibilities there ?ebb, ?ecc, ?edd aren't in common English but ?ell is, with ?ess also possible.
- If that word does end in ll the next word is ?ould which must be could or would. That l also helps with the last word on line 4 ?lea?e. Crossword solver [or similar] is your friend: that combo must be cleave, oleate, please, or sleaze. The same word appears on line 4 but also in the PS at the top of the card - gotta be please. Young Robin being a politely demanding chick still. This sub-solution is handy because s is the 3rd commonest consonant after t and n and appears 10x in the message.
- More doubles
- M5MM? appears twice at the end of the message - could that be Mummy?
- From what we've already deduced, the first word in the last line reads le??er, which could be lesser or, if Robin is Afrikaans, lekker but I'll bet on letter.
Wednesday, 5 April 2023
I had a very expensive education and that's been really good for my career in table quizzes. But the extra-curricula bits have been at least as useful. When I was into Am Dram during the first couple of years in College, I used to help make the sets. Somehow the College Carpenter [a rank below Bursar but above Dogcatcher] was also seconded to this activity. He asserted that I'd get straighter saw-cuts if I held the saw with three fingers and pointed the index finger along the blade in the direction I wished to cut . . . and it was so. When I'm in the zone, I can saw a timber so that the end is square.
I think, over the course of a week, we created 3 stiles to facilitate walkers on the foot-path which ran through that farm. They looked more or less like this. The first attempt was ragged-arsed mess which I imagine the farmer ripped out and replaced from pure shame after we left. But at the end of the week three quite unhandy chaps had learned something and it's possible that those latter stiles are still in place 50 years later.
The G.kids are due for Easter. When they were last here, they spent a good bit of time in the 0.4 ha woodland which we planted 15 years prior and got thinned last Summer. After they had returned to blighty, we found a crude shelter in one corner of the woods, such as might have been constructed by an extremely indigent hunter-gatherer clan. It is clear they don't need supervision or leadership down there. Their Auntie N, clearly anxious to be rid of their company, decided that a couple of stiles were required to more easily negotiate the two lines of sheep-wire between kitchen and woods. And it was so!
The thing about stiles is that they are designed to facilitate walking people while baffling sheep. Anyone with experience of sheep will know that they baffle easy; so stiles can be built in a wide variety of <ahem> styles so long as they provide some sort of steps on either side of the fence. Appropriate tech rules in my book and it's better if nobody goes to the creamery or agri-store [or Ikea?] to, like, buy a flat-pack stile kit. The first style [above ]}is little more than 3 x 4in solid concrete blocks that have been waiting for the call for a decade + a new fence-post to steady the hand. As a concession to soft city folk, I planed the top foot of the post to lay the splinters. The far side of the fence is a drop of about 1m from a rough stone-faced ditch. We settled the stile-local stones to provide firmer footing; and Job Done!
If that-all sounds bish bosh bash super easy, I'll just add that when we started the project we really had very little idea how the final version would look. If I hadn't found two same sized logs, something else would have formed the foundation of the solution. Concrete blocks don't really have that olde world rustic look but they have the virtue of being flat on two sides and just the right size for a reasonably fit adult to lift without courting a hernia . . . and available a short wheel-barrow journey away.
I spend the rest of the afternoon sawing tree-stumps out from the developing pathways in the woodland. Some of the stumps left by the Forester last summer are already starting to coppice and that's an asset but a stump in a pathway is a trip-and-fall hazard.
Monday, 3 April 2023
In about 1985 I emphatically threw in the towel on buying bread in, like, bakeries; and started making the family's bread myself. For many years, I bought dried yeast as industrial ½kg tins although recently I've been pitching into Polskie Sklepy on the regular for 100g of fresh. But I wouldn't be Irish if I didn't make soda bread occasionally and I can knock up a batch of scones before unexpected guests have shed their top-coats and galoshes. A key trick I learned from YT a tuthree years ago is to put the dough through several cycles of roll and fold à la croissant: each fold gives an extra loft of lightness.
Croissant?! Hat-tip to Felicity Cloak of the Guardian whose croissodyssey round France I read and reviewed two years ago. Travel books need a trope to hold the narrative together and also a ruthless editor to prune away the boring bits. Cycling (if you have an leather arse) round France (if you have a smatter of french) in search of the perfick croissant is a project with which I could get along.
I dipped into this rich confection to taste the State of the British Scone and liked the recipe of logistics, taste-test and local history. But when every scone in the nation seemed to score 5/5, contrary me dug in to find the worst scone in Northern Ireland. Years ago, we were in Avondale House, Parnell's gaff in Co Wicklow, because the grounds are full of fresh air and big trees. It was, literally, grand; but tea-time was a big disappointment because the café had no scones and the yoghurts were 4 days beyond their sell-by - harumph!. It turns out that that the scone at Carrick-a-Rede merits only 4/5 "The
scone was unfortunately dry - I don't think it was fresh, but I've been
wrong about that before - and the cream helped to alleviate things". Obvs we shouldn't condemn an outlet on a sample size of 1 and 4/5 is 80% or a 1st Class Honours Degree mark. But I'll gripe by proxy at "there was a choice of fruit or raspberry and white chocolate" wot-the-scone!? what ever is wrong with serving a good plain scone [I like a shake of coarse wholemeal in the mix]? It's like when The Fərmentary overcooked a batch of their croissants and confessed they might be able to save and serve by covering them with icing and almonds. The best cooking is not fancy gimcrack; it is simple ingredients in perfick combination.
Sunday, 2 April 2023
- Require unclogging drains
- culverts require appropriate technology
- Wot's a Grecian earn? Antient Greek money.
- The zen of gyoza. [R]
- Feeding aloo to the masses, Dehli.
- WWI Bomb disposal à la français
- How's a clock work? Oli Cooke at BM via MeFi
- The rise and rise of airplanes
- Fintan O'Toole talks Irish history since 1958
- Wil Wheaton speaks for Kindness . . . and libraries - more comments at MeFi
- A Tithe of Admiralty - a short sad story by 'Bartimeus'
- Volunteer to clock cliff-falls on Leinster coast RTE