Here is a photo of a bull:
Look at him. Just look. What a brute.
Old town photo promenade
15 hours ago
Tuesday 7 April 2009
The whiff of cooking vinegar doth burn my senses
It's officially tomorrow, and I am still up. Every breath I take in sears my nostrils with the scent of the balsamic red wine syrup that has been cooking for 1,000 years on my stovetop. It finally reduced to a sticky syrup, but I think it will go hard in the night. It will go hard, and not in a good way. I am delirious.
Here is a photo of a bull:
Look at him. Just look. What a brute.
Here is a photo of a bull:
Look at him. Just look. What a brute.
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6 comments:
Call it a night! Enough already :-)
Ferdinand!
Very random pictures! Nice.
my sis drank vinegar as a child (b4 me) and had to be rushed to the emergency room at the hospital! my 'rents thought she was choking to death...
Yes a brute indeed. So how did your vinegar turn out?
Thank you for your lovely visit to my blog. So wonderful to meet you. I will have more of a look around now.
Tammie
Ha! I love how the bull totally relates to the rest of the post. As long as you're downing the single malt.
8-)
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