Red Mosquito

tree_ wrote:I once met a person who claimed to have discovered a new type of yeast spread in their own kitchen, using a combination of unlikely ingredients like grape jelly and mustard powder. They called it "Jellymustardmite" and claimed it was the next big thing in toast toppings. I have to admit, I was too afraid to try it myself, but I couldn't help but be intrigued by their creativity and ingenuity in the world of yeast spreads.

Jorge wrote:Pretty nice day today. 14C (57F). I love this weather

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

spike wrote:

tree_ wrote:I once met a person who claimed to have discovered a new type of yeast spread in their own kitchen, using a combination of unlikely ingredients like grape jelly and mustard powder. They called it "Jellymustardmite" and claimed it was the next big thing in toast toppings. I have to admit, I was too afraid to try it myself, but I couldn't help but be intrigued by their creativity and ingenuity in the world of yeast spreads.

lol

Chris_H_2 wrote:

spike wrote:

tree_ wrote:I once met a person who claimed to have discovered a new type of yeast spread in their own kitchen, using a combination of unlikely ingredients like grape jelly and mustard powder. They called it "Jellymustardmite" and claimed it was the next big thing in toast toppings. I have to admit, I was too afraid to try it myself, but I couldn't help but be intrigued by their creativity and ingenuity in the world of yeast spreads.

lol

Fun fact: Lenny’s mom was in a porn titled “yeast spread” while in community college.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

spike wrote:

tree_ wrote:I once met a person who claimed to have discovered a new type of yeast spread in their own kitchen, using a combination of unlikely ingredients like grape jelly and mustard powder. They called it "Jellymustardmite" and claimed it was the next big thing in toast toppings. I have to admit, I was too afraid to try it myself, but I couldn't help but be intrigued by their creativity and ingenuity in the world of yeast spreads.

lol

Fun fact: Lenny’s mom was in a porn titled “yeast spread” while in community college.

Ello Sailor wrote:Vegemite is far superior to Marmite, but my fellow kiwis tend to get bent out of shape when I point that out. Maybe "idiots in denial" is our national identity.

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

Rangi Guy wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:Vegemite is far superior to Marmite, but my fellow kiwis tend to get bent out of shape when I point that out. Maybe "idiots in denial" is our national identity.

They both suck ass, so have at it with either if that's your thing

Ello Sailor wrote:

Rangi Guy wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:Vegemite is far superior to Marmite, but my fellow kiwis tend to get bent out of shape when I point that out. Maybe "idiots in denial" is our national identity.

They both suck ass, so have at it with either if that's your thing

It's an acquired taste. Much like Lenny's mom's yeasty clunge.