Where’s my door?

Two nights ago, Denty woke up in a start only to find me:

• carrying my duvet;
• carrying all my dog dogs;
• standing by the window; and,
• playing with the curtains.

For some unknown reason, I was trying to go back to my old room (now the spare room) in my sleep but I couldn’t find the door.

Denty Family Values (part II)

In February 2008, I posted the original version of the Denty Family Values… to commemorate the arrival of a Mini Mr Dentette.

The core Denty Family is made up of Pop-Denty, Mommy-Denty, Veggie-Denty, Denty, Dentette and Kind-of-little-Denty. By now, they have collected a Mrs Veggie-Denty, a Mrs Denty (a.k.a. Muks) and a Mr Dentette.

Some time last night or wee hours of this morning, a Mini Mr Dentette Beta version is born…

What else could bring you so much joy
As the arrival of your baby boy!
His snuggly charms now capture you;
He’s in your thoughts in all you do.

 Nothing can fill you so full of glee
As bouncing your little boy on your knee.
His precious antics please mom and dad;
He’s a bundle of blessings, this little lad!

His boyish grin enchants everyone;
He’s just what you wanted–your boy, your son.
A baby boy is a natural high,
So have lots of fun with your little guy. 

Cheater’s guide to Ngiu Lam

I think I love “Ngiu Lam Mee Foon” (literal translation- cow belly rice noodles/ vermicelli). Well, I grew up eating copious amounts of it anyway. These days, I have been facing a lot of nostalgic feelings  and today, I really needed another dose of Ngiu Lam Mee Foon.

I need…

Anttyk needs to come here so that we can put our faces into another platter.

I miss anttyk.

Fruits and vegetables

I love weekends. I get to spend most of the day in the garden, pottering around my food-based plantings.

Today, my first beefsteak tomato ripened…

… as well as my first raspberry… hmmm Mini sMapps left England one week too early, me thinks.

Finally, what better way to end a lovely day than with a little barbeque on the lawn? I harvested some beans, asparagus peas and yellow tomatoes, put them in to a foil package with a drizzle of olive oil and a sprinkling of salt and popped it on the barbeque for two minutes (until the tomatoes split and provide a tangy flavour to the package).

From plant to mouth in three minutes… I am happy.

Hot and spicy

Today is one of those days when Muks really needs a good bucket of KFC hot and spicy chicken.

It is so annoying that ol’ Blighty ain’t do no hot and spicy chicken no more.

The winter of our discontent

William Shakespeare (Richard III, 1594)

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish’d, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mew’d up,
About a prophecy, which says that ‘G’
Of Edward’s heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
Clarence comes.

Vampire’s lair

I found a very appealing advertisement for a smallholding in Transylvania.

Vampire’s bane

I harvested all of the garlic yesterday…

Me thinks we will not be buying garlic for a while, but does it explain why the kitchen smells so strongly of garlic at the moment?

What is a Muks?

Someone stumbled upon my blog yesterday by searching for “meaning of Muks” on Google.

First, I went “ha ha ha ha ha…”. When I could finally breathe again, the question started eating at my consciousness… what is a Muks?