Okay, clearly I have to get a better name for this thing. Da Matriarch? Arch-Chemist? K-Bone? sheesh. So for the least offensive to me and coolest sounding suggestion, I offer .... what? Remission of interest on all past loans from the first bank of dad? Not to worry-you think of the name I'll think of a prize.
Meanwhile let me just say that the remnants of Brie and Baquette look pretty tasty to me, as do the battered pork chops! Pork! YUM. And the cook is the best looking thing I've seen lately, I must say. Hiya Ema Girl.
More later, just thought I'd add in a photo of my favorite college chemistry storeroom. Located in scenic downtown Kandahar this fine facility includes several aging bottles of powdered materials labelled on Cyrillic along with the bottles of acid shown arranged along the back of the table. Note the use of paper towels as stoppers in the Hydrochloric and Sulfuric bottles.
And for those requiring some degree of assistance thinking of something, let me add one more picture that might spark your memory of dear old dad.
2 comments:
What about Il Papa
I think you should call yourself Hungry Jack. That's the saddest, emptiest barbecue I've ever seen. What is that sad little scrap in the tongs, and did you have to fight the other guy to see who got to eat it?
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