Alex K

^ Otta -- some years ago I came back disgusted from a Gourmet Burger Kitchen evening and reported on the Forum that they wouldn't cook my burger rare. "Health and safety." As I wrote then, that policy makes sense if you're plating up abattoir floor-sweepings. With avocado and pineapple. A little later that bloke with the van who did pop-ups at the Rye, and went on to establish MeatLiquor, emerged onto the scene, and any temptation to give GBK another try vanished utterly.

And again this afternoon, their shouts of raucous joy calling all of us to the garden windows. My partner stepped outdoors, holding up a walnut meat. One of the parakeets hopped a few branches lower to inspect the offering, and the offerer. After a moment or two of sceptical conversation, reports sent and responses received, away they went.

Green and blue and gold, two of them, acrobatics on the walnut-tree branches, nibbling away the mespil buds. So lovely.

Sacrilegious. "Religious" always creeps in.

Perhaps to re-file your comment is in order?

chazzle Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > There are no new public comments shown since > Thursday. I guess that means the comments are > moderated and will appear after they've been > checked. How odd! I received an e-mail acknowledging my comment...

That photo: A "jolie ? pied" in which everyone can take pleasure. Good news.

I do wonder if Louisa has lived on both sides of the parent / child divide. Each of us will have been a child. Not all of us will have been parents. Easier to recommend that someone practise tough-love than to practise it oneself, I suspect. As I moved into my twenties my parents hovered, and clucked, and attempted over and over again to put in their oar... and however bothersome that all seemed at the time, I do very much wish that they were still here to pester me. It was love.

Comment submitted, text as below: I question the claim that the cottages to be destroyed are not of architectural or historical merit. In their present context, I contend, they are very much worth preserving as a unit. The railway station is an important entry into East Dulwich. The three cottages along Railway Rise, viewed from the down-train platform and walkway, are a charming reminder of our local history. Perhaps that view will be lost as what was once the garden centre's yard is occupied by a modern building. Even after that loss, however, to demolish two of the cottages and to set in their place a disproportionately large and certainly clashing structure is, I believe, to squander a valuable asset. Our goal should be to conserve rather than to discard, and with that in mind I hope that the proposal to tear down those cottages will be DENIED.

Might the OP simply have been trolling? She might be serious -- but so might an OP asking, "Should I teach my children about evolution?" Vaccinate them? Yes. Also, regardless of appearances, the Earth DOES go around the Sun, not the Sun around the Earth -- neither of which, by the way, is flat.

I suppose that we shall never know.

-- on the St Francis estate, at least (off Edgar Kail Way / Dog Kennel Hill). A minute, no more. Then the yelping of home security-system alarms. -- For curiosity's sake only, anyone know what caused it?

Intemperate text deleted. I think that to claim "health and safety" as a reason for cutting down trees is conceivable; but not the representation of tree-leveling as the least that a conscientious care-giver might do. A conscientious care-giver might, as with conkers ("They're not proper chestnuts; don't eat them, they'll make you ill"), warn those in her charge: Don't eat the yew trees' needles, berries, seeds, bark; don't chew their twigs. That would be the least that she could do. That would be enough. The tenor of the head-of-school's response, above, is... trunchbullesque. I HAVE BEEN CHALLENGED AND I SHALL HAVE MY WAY. Health-and-safety as a rag to cover naked aggression: Well, to put that on show will teach children a lesson of its own sort, and one that they might as well learn young. I certainly hope that they do NOT learn to deploy the verb "interact" as she has done.

Yep. Ignored it. Do the same.

Hawks pluck away the breast plumage (small, white, fluffy) and eat the pectoral muscle as well as, from below, the liver, heart, and lights under the eaves of the ribs and breastbone. The tail- and wingfeathers, recognisably "pigeon", may be with the rest of the corpse in a neighbour's back garden.

And, with a S?ghegyi furmint (2011) that also accompanied a starter of six Galway Bay oysters on the half-shell, I had parsley-and-ricotta agnolotti, from Burro e Salvia, with coarsely ground black pepper and (yes!) butter and fresh sage, along with lightly poached asparagus spears. I feel so... dirty. So... posh. It won't happen again.

Feathers are just specially configured keratin -- protein -- wet them (a squortch of washing liquid will help) and put the soggy mass into the brown bin or onto a compost heap, I reckon. Pillowcases... textile options as above.

Well well well well well! Congratulations, and what did you have for lunch, then?

Have BURRO & SALVIA opened? Signs of life at the shop? I live further north (under the duvet with Camberwell **shame**) and haven't made it past 151 Lordship Lane this weekend. Thanks for any information.

You perhaps wonder if the goose was clean. This reminds me irresistibly of this inhabitant of the Old Jokes' Home: MR INTERLOCUTOR: Mr Bones, do you know how to clean a goose? MR BONES: Why, no, Mr Interlocutor! How does one clean a goose? MR INTERLOCUTOR: **wordlessly extends a long finger, inserts it into his mouth, and mimes removal of adherent this-and-that** Of more immediate utility, are you sure that a plastic bag of giblets has not been left beneath neck skin, within the cavity? Melting, burning plastic certainly can stink.

And in a few weeks, a few months -- "Why doesn't the council shovel my walks?" Grrrr. "Why doesn't the council spoon-feed me?" James, if you can introduce a measure that makes the freeholder -- council, landlord, private individual(s) -- responsible for clearing leaves and snow from walks along her property's street footage, with fines and back-up via council workmen if snow / ice, in particular, are not removed to published standard within twenty-four hours after a storm is over, you will be a hero. Obligations of this sort, embodied in municipal ordinances, are the rule rather than the exception in many USA localities. If we can adopt Black Friday from the Yanks, we can adopt this do-it-yourself approach as well.

I like learning about Louisa and Foxy. They have lives of which I can only dream. And if the forum turns into an East Dulwich edition of HELLO so much the better.

Mmmmph. No reason not to air a grievance widely. And not all who might be interested visit all fora. So -- KK, simmer down.

Lots of options out there -- http://i.imgur.com/WxLZKR3.jpg

Done. After the "traffic calming" works on the Walworth Road, the Old Kent Road is by comparison a superhighway. Camberwell and Peckham Rye need that Tube line.