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Hereford Corned Beef

It is rare that I find a food I cannot eat. Yesterday, I succeeded. Somehow everything came together in this product. The little tin-opening key broke and I had to open the can with a hammer and pliers. The contents turned out to be some kind of hash with a mild acerbic flavour, texture akin to wet sawdust and a small faintly reminiscent of ammonia. I tried, Lord of the Pans knows, I tried - I added flavourings, spices, olive oil, an egg (apparently hashed corned beef and eggs are traditional breakfast food in some parts of America).

The verdict? See for yourself:

I warmly recommend that everyone tries this at least once in their lives. It will increase your satisfaction with your own cooking skills immensely.

Metal Bard

Nothing to do with tomorrow, honest.

Daily Flatland 46: Strange Days

Daily Flatland 45: Small Glasses

Kokslokkish ...

Dailyish Flatland 44: Of Beers

Dailyish Flatlands 36 and 38

A double issue, backwards and forwards in time! On the one hand, the fascinating history of the laufsmachine, velocipede and boneshaker, on the other hand, Richard the Third - not a Flatlander, as is obvious from his partly erect posture.

Back on the topic of brick roads, I can understand that it actually makes a lot of sense - you don't destroy the road surface to lay cables and pipes. You merely move it aside, do your work and put it back. However, coming from a region completely bereft of brick roads, I have to admit I find them positively Harappan. Or Sumerian. Perhaps the Flatlanders should upgrade them into a sort of national library, by stamping bits of information of them. Then, should the civilization collapse, future generations would have handy access to both knowledge and building materials in their very roads!

And now, a modern, reconstructed, laufsmachine:

Dailyish Flatland 37 - Yellow Brick Road

I don't have anything to add to the yellow brick road right now, so I'll just give you some music to enjoy. Admittedly, Elton isn't an artist I'm particularly enamoured of, but it fits with where the bricks are going!

Daily Flatland 29 - Bitterballen

I am surprised I don't hear people singing in agony more often when they eat bitterballen. Many times I've burnt my mouth and started imitating a gibbon, singing, "Oooooo! Ooooooh! Oooook oook oooooo!" while flapping my hands in front of my lips and flailing for a glass of beer.

Daily Flatland 28 - Klompen

Behold the wooden shoes. Surprisingly warm and unsurprisingly not the most comfortable footwear ever found. Besides serving as suitable boats for small animals, they can also protect the wearer from acids and worms. Furthermore, there appears to be a museum devoted to them. Oddly enough, what I thought of as a traditional Slovenistani clog turns out to be, according to Weekeepeedeea, Swedish in origin.