No need to apologise, we all have brain farts sometimes. And akshully, duchess potatoes are baked and so are your balls, so there's a crossover after all. It's all looking great!
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I'm curious, where's the crossover between duchess potato and falafel? Totally different recipes and methods
Crimped?
All over it, non native English speaker who loves chocolate
Chocolate fudge pudding pie... that's a dessert that just keeps on giving, I'd be so over that
Depends on time and location? I think I saw an actual lemon, not a picture or flavour, in my teens? Whereas a variety of homemade pickles were just there
My friend is French, his wife Portuguese, they live in England with their two children. When all together, they all speak English with each other. When the kids are with one parent, the speak that language. In the park with father, French. Baking with mother, Portuguese. Bedtime stories are in the language of the parent reading. Kids switch between languages easily and understand what to speak with whom. Effortless trilingual.
Another friend moved country with her husband and had three kids. Home language was always mother tongue, both my friends had fairly bad English. Everything outside parents is in English for the kids - media, school, anyone outside the household. Again, the switch for the kids is really easy, they are fluent and have no accent in both languages.
The temperatures are intuitive for me because Celsius is all I've known. The car going 60km/h or 100km/ h I know the difference and how it feels sitting in the car. The speed of wind in the forecast needs to be m/s to make any sense. Over 20 m/s I better tape the windows so that the storm won't break them
You can make tea out of nearly any plant. They are infusions rather than true tea but raspberry leaf or sprig tea is damn tasty
Those cats on the street are not meowing, they are yowling. That's a holler to intimidate or to fight, over a territory or hot ladies. That's not a meow for a human to fill the food bowl or give scritches or something else tame and domestic.
Nacho awakens cute aggression in me. I want to smoosh those cheeks with my thumbs while babbling nonsense like: who's the pretty boy, cutie pie, mwah-mwah-mwah!
Tell that to cycling phone snatchers in London