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Thanks for the idea, muggle, I sliced one and it's pink as heck! It looks fabulous, design-wise, all yellow and pink like that, though I had to settle for salt and pepper, totally lacking horseradish. I'll rummage around mum's fridge on Saturday for horseradish to try it with, but the simple...

the rescue, expensive, but

shrift canon empirical portend cartouche .... there will be more.

Well, Poppy, of all three children, not one will touch a boiled egg (11, 13, 18). So, me and my pink eggs, now having steeped for two days, will be very happy together;) . I'll probably try it out on some unsuspecting grown ups, Saturday when we'll be getting together. This is a totally new...

I'll join in the aww, if I may, muggle, and tell tiny story of myself. Both my parents tell me that as a baby, obviously long before I could read, I could be found rocking and perusing whatever book was lying around. Couldn't read - could heft a book. Some things about ourselves are truly writ.

Thanks, Muggle. Pink eggs, I can't wait!:)

the buxom chantress. The

Muggle, tell me how to make pickled eggs and beets, please. It sounds like my kind of dish. The kids would gag, giving it a double plus. I actually do want it, though, sounds super yummy.

to an unusually colored

end. Three monks were

Am now reading Lord Emsworth and Others. Georgie's airgun sure got around! ;)

As some of you may know, I am currently soothing my sleep-deprived, iffy weather-induced mood with a little Wodehouse. And it is under that influence when, Still, as I read your post re: "twitterpated," a little rant settled itself in my mind, beginning thus. "Twitterpated? Oh, now I can slam...

tremors through sensitive monks

the harmony. The chanting

gathered, politely observing the (only for a chant, poppy)

and a great swarm

it would attract monks

Good birdie, moved two doors down and didn't begin until six AM.:) His ears must have been burning.:) :)

shrank her melodious interpretation

smashing figure, and sings