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Looking over my notes from my French class, and realising, that, although my dormant French vocabulary is being disinterred, I realised on Monday - and this was funny - that there are words I do not know in French (everything to do with fitness or the gym, stuff such as "exercise" or "training") not least because I have never used them in English, and they are not a part of my active vocabulary in any language.
 
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Looking over my notes from my French class, and realising, that, although my dormant French vocabulary is being disinterred, I realised on Monday - and this was funny - that there are words I do not know in French (everything to do with fitness or the gym, stuff such as "exercise" or "training") not least because I have never used them in English, and they are not a part of my active vocabulary in any language.

It’s funny how your personal lexicon shades your learning another language. Once upon a time I worked for a French pharmaceutical company. I could talk to you for hours in French about phytopharmaceuticals, but couldn’t tell you I needed another towel for my hotel room. I think that’s a particular skill set I’ve now lost in both languages.
 
Last night, took a crack at chicken nuggets based on the kid's suggestion, and ended up playing "what can be fried" with various vegetables in the refrigerator—including zucchini and Brussel sprouts.

Next time, we're doing cheeses.

I also subverted Democracy and bought some new t-shirts.
 
generator is still cranking along
We had an outage last week. The hillside over yonder watched a power line in the wind fighting with a tree and decided to discover fire. Luckily it was only out for a bit more than a day, but boy howdy do you discover how dependent you are on the juice. Called up my friend and told him “Power's out, we need to borrow your panels.” He thought that was pretty hilarious.
 
Last night, took a crack at chicken nuggets based on the kid's suggestion, and ended up playing "what can be fried" with various vegetables in the refrigerator—including zucchini and Brussel sprouts.

Next time, we're doing cheeses.

I also subverted Democracy and bought some new t-shirts.

I play a variation on that called “what can be airfried.” Tonight it was grilled cheese sandwiches.

I ordered a t-shirt a few weeks ago. It might be here by Christmas. It has a bunch of lines from Hamilton. Looked cute.
 
and ended up playing "what can be fried"
We went to Melting Pot a few times. Fondue is fun, but that place brings too much food. Only one of their main courses uses oil, the other three a kind of seasoned broth. If you have a hot plate, you might be able to do it at the table (they have induction elements that heat the pot instead of the element).
 
We went to Melting Pot a few times. Fondue is fun, but that place brings too much food. Only one of their main courses uses oil, the other three a kind of seasoned broth. If you have a hot plate, you might be able to do it at the table (they have induction elements that heat the pot instead of the element).

Friends of mine are German, and regularly make fondue—cheese sauce for potatoes and other sundries, and oil for meats—with the old school candle set up. Good stuff.

Apparently, my kid discovered that people fry Snickers, so we may have to try that, also.
 
Apparently, my kid discovered that people fry Snickers, so we may have to try that, also.

They will fry anything down here in the south. It started, of course, with turkeys. Then they started frying candy bars, Hostess snack cakes, marshmallows, Jell-O, and my personal favorite - butter. Don’t even ask.
 
They will fry anything down here in the south. It started, of course, with turkeys. Then they started frying candy bars, Hostess snack cakes, marshmallows, Jell-O, and my personal favorite - butter. Don’t even ask.

Hey, I love butter.

In (almost) all of its manifestations.
 
They will fry anything down here in the south. It started, of course, with turkeys. Then they started frying candy bars, Hostess snack cakes, marshmallows, Jell-O, and my personal favorite - butter. Don’t even ask.

A fried Twinkie is a revelation. Butter is gross.
 
We always get the fried ice cream at the Guadalajara Grill in Taos. It was big enough we could not finish one.
 
I like sugar. I really like sugar. Candy floss is my favorite. But I don’t like fried stuff.
Same here, especially cookies but I'm getting fat so I've backed off of them because I want to be able to see my feet.
 
You know what I hate? When you get home, and feel a little sleepy, so you decide to lay down for what you think is a quick half hour nap, but ends up being 5 hours. When you wake up, the sun's setting, you're confused as hell, and you somehow feel worse than you did before the nap.

That's what I hate.
 
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