The Passing Parade: Cheap Shots from a Drive By Mind

"...difficile est saturam non scribere. Nam quis iniquae tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se..." " is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself... Juvenal, The Satires (1.30-32)

Monday, January 24, 2005

PEACH PIE: Well, now that the citizenry of our happy little burg (who are none too happy at the moment, given that there is nowhere to park due to the blizzard) are halfway done with the truly monstrous chore of digging ourselves out from under all the snow dumped on us over the weekend, which really means that people are shovelling snow out of their driveways and tossing it into the middle of the street, something which drives me up the wall no end, but enough of that, it is time to stop and reflect on some of the finer things of life, to which end I recommend that all of you folks go over to the blogroll and click on Cooking and Writing, and when you arrive there, Leilla, the owner and operator of said blog, will show you how to make a perfect peach pie, a peach pie that will calm the soul of even the most tired and disgusted wretch wearied even unto a slipped disk from shovelling the vast amount of snow that has deliberately fallen into America's roads, driveways, and parking lots. Do this quickly before she throttles her brother with a spatula.


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