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Enjoy your visit.
October 12, 2005

plashes wetly as the cars zoom blurrily by the lounge window here at work. People hustle past, hidden under bobbing umbrellas or bundled jackets. It's cold and I have a cold. Not a big ugly kind of cold, just a bit of a sniffle.

It doesn't stand a chance against my garlic.

I'm glad it's raining, raining on the streets, the people, the buildings, trees and most of all because it's raining on my new-dug garden, with it's dry little cloves freshly buried, soaking up the perfect chill wetness... So, right now, I love the rain. It matches my mood-kind of drippy, a bit sad, missing my currently scattered friends, but happy because I got my garlic planted.

Garlic is as good as ten mothers.

At least that's what the movie of that name claims. It's a good documentary on the loverly plant, 'specially if you like crazy ol' Italians, lots of mouth-watering meaty goodness and oooooooooooodles of garlic!

The piglets are kind of hard to watch though, as they're transformed right before your eyes from cute little garlic-milk suckling babies into barbaric(mainly because they still look so much like a little pig-a dead, skewered, roasted pig) looking morsels.

Mmmm, mmmm good. I don't think I'll be eating pork again soon.


Straight from the Queen's mouth. Sayeth rzan at 05:03 PM
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