Monthly Archives: February 2012
My son thought he would help me out. So, whatdaya think? My new publicity photo?
It’s Man-candy Monday. And lookie what I found:
Another day of stumbling bumbling around London as I try to learn English. I learned that “mind the steps” means “there are an enormous amount of narrow, monumentally steep stairs and your feet will hurt when this is over.”
Have had a FANTASTIC day. Saw the British crown jewels and I’m totally inspired to wear a tiara whenever I work in the kitchen.
Extravagant feasts demonstrated the wealth and status of the host. The two large knives with elaborately decorated handles would have been used by a carver to slice meat to the bone. He would then offer this to his lord on the flat blades. Diners used the smaller knives with sharper points to spear food from a communal vessel. Even at grand feasts most guests came with their own dining utensils and these knives were carried in a leather sheath. In the bottom half of the sheath is the image of a toiling peasant with the French motto “J’endure” (“I keep on going”).
A friend gave me this odd appliance 24 years ago when Joe and I got married. It baffled me for years… but I finally figured out what it was for!
From a review site on The Pleasures of Sin:
“This kind of trash should be banned! How disgusting. … Honestly if you cannot write better than this piece of worthless trash maybe you should find a different career. … Save your self the time and money and avoid the pain of reading a this depraved piece of garbage.”
So Joe locked me into a cell until I agreed to stop writing such depraved material. He threatened to use the brank, but it was too late. I’d already chewed through the straps and it’s only a matter of time before The Heretic’s Daughter will be finished…