Talk about your day thread

[Matters]

You’ll be fine.

[Rangi Guy]

sun is starting to go down sooner again

i don't like it

darkness ensconcing me

makes me channel things i would rather not

entering to cocoon soon

it is programmed

Opposite going on over here

[bart]

darkness ensconcing me

All that I see
Absolute autumn

[E.H. Ruddock]

Just get some pumpkin spice

[doug rr]

September's coming soon..I'm pining for the moon

[Matters]

The drive home tonight across the Golden Gate Bridge was beyond beautiful. I’ve been lucky enough to experience so many different versions of it, but tonight really stood out. Driving through the city in daylight, the fog could be seen moving west to east across the bay through the straight. Then on the bridge, completely socked in, it’s almost darkness. Once across, immediately back into daylight while more fog pours over the headlands.

[spike]

Lamb is delicious. Are you stupid?

just american

[Ello Sailor]

You guys don't eat lamb? Hell, I even like mutton, which many consider to be ultra shitty lamb.

If cooked correctly it all rules. All of it.

[spike]

america's beef country.

lamb is around, but mainly in ethnic dishes. no one roasts a lamb at xmas etc.

[Matters]

I don’t know if they roasted it, but the best people I’ve ever known served lamb at Xmas.

[spike]

were they greek?

[doug rr]

with all this talk I will be ordering lamb korma from a local joint tomorrow

[Matters]

were they greek?

To you? Yeah probably.

[Ello Sailor]

with all this talk I will be ordering lamb korma from a local joint tomorrow

I think chicken goes best with korma. For lamb you want vindaloo, rogan josh or saag.

[spike]

with all this talk I will be ordering lamb korma from a local joint tomorrow

I think chicken goes best with korma. For lamb you want vindaloo, rogan josh or saag.

You spelled prawns wrong.

[Ello Sailor]

Never had prawn korma.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Peeps]

dad do you wear hemp clothing only?

no, and i'm not that hardcore. i still eat fish on occasion, and i still own a pair of red wing boots that i love.

Spoiler: show

i also ate a little meat in europe.

was that spoiler a 24oz rare steak Florentine?

worse. it was lamb.

did it have the right gaminess for your pallet?

it practically melted. here’s me thinking about it ordering it.

thats awesome...is that couple behind you fighting?

it looks like he just found out she is vegan

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Chris_H_2]

with all this talk I will be ordering lamb korma from a local joint tomorrow

I think chicken goes best with korma. For lamb you want vindaloo, rogan josh or saag.

You spelled prawns wrong.

korma police