Once more for your delectation – the Provost’s Perfect Pancake Receipt:
Ingredients:
100g plain flour
pinch of salt
2 large heggs
200 ml milk
75 ml water
50g melted butter
Method:
Sieve
Whizz
Fry
Once more for your delectation – the Provost’s Perfect Pancake Receipt:
Ingredients:
100g plain flour
pinch of salt
2 large heggs
200 ml milk
75 ml water
50g melted butter
Method:
Sieve
Whizz
Fry
I’ve been trying to get the last line of each verse to scan better in the absence of the ‘O’ (which is hidden in the vocative, but well hidden indeed since deus is an irregular vocative…)
perhaps,
care deus, cum ba ia — ?
Kimberley,
The time spent feeding you all those fudge doughnuts was certainly not wasted
How did we get from Kum by Yah, or even Cum ba ia, to fudge doughnuts?
Moyra, you have to realise that fudge doughnuts are Zebadee’s equivalent of Mornington Crescent. With enough ingenuity, a link is always possible.
(It’s a St Andrews thing…)
I understand….
I’m sure that there is something holy about fudge doughnuts. Holey, anyway. Come by here, my Lord, we have fudge doughnuts?
Unfortunately, I live in a convent not sufficiently hol(e)y to have them. Too bad. Nor do we have cum ba ia around a candle, but perhaps Compline counts? I’ll suggest to our Superior that we do cum ba ia for our Compline hymn Tuesday. I’m sure she’d be thrilled (Kimberly can comment on that, I’m sure, as they are acquainted).
I’m sure someone could come up with an appropriate analysis of cum ba ia from a hermeneutic related to fudge donuts and liberation theology…
personally, I’m not sure that I have ever tasted a fudge doughnut. I’ m sure I have no idea what you are all talking about.
No, Kelvin. You have never bought a fudge doughnut. That’s not the same thing.
Ah.
Here’s my review of Scottish Opera’s latest production, as posted at Opera Britannia. The exclamation marks are obviously not my own and have been added by an editor. Rating: Scottish Opera’s revival of Dominic Hill’s production of Verdi’s Macbeth is something of a mixed bag that is saved by several confident performances, most notably that…
Here’s this morning’s sermon. I went a little off piste from the text, but essentially what I wanted to say is in both the video and the words below. Let me begin this morning with a poem. Just a short poem – so slight that you need to listen or it will pass you by.…
Mirror, mirror, on the wall…. Who is the happiest of them all? Turns out the answer is clergy. According to the BBC, the government is beginning to include measures of happiness in what it attempts to do and part of that has been trying to quantify who the happiest people are in society. Turns out…
I saw this painting recently in London. It purports to be St Monica being handed her newly born son who was to become Augustine of Hippo. It seems to me that this painting explains much.
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