It is so difficult to make a neat job of killing people with whom one is not on friendly terms

[sovay]

Tonight's culinary experiment: beef Wellington. Success!

Then we watched Kind Hearts and Coronets (1949), so it was either a tremendously English evening or just a nice finish to a day that included an afternoon with my best cousins. (I am unable to determine from cursory research whether beef Wellington is an authentically British recipe; sources seem to differ, and I got this version from Gourmet. It was surprisingly uncomplicated to make.) The discovery of a Hellenistic temple to Bastet is not more awesome than civil-engineering slime mold, but it does make me happy.

Gotten from several people, as is probably appropriate: reply to this post and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then, if you feel like it, go forth and do the same.

Comments

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Hurrah for successful beef Wellington!

I've always thought it was an English recipe, but I have to admit I've no better reason for thinking that than a combination of "what's always said"* and having first had the dish somewhere near Bath.

*One of the characteristics of the English language which most irritates me is the lack of a proper autonomous form. The choice is between somewhat like the above phrase and "they say..."

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

Wow. Beef Wellington.
Had you seen KHaC before?

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

Civil Engineering Slime Molds!

Hellenistic temple to Bastet!

[ron-drummond.livejournal.com]

The film title rings bells, which is no wonder, as it's a lovely turn of phrase -- I want to watch it for that reason alone.

Bastet has been more than kind to one John Crowley. Have you read his short story "Antiquities"? And I've long been fond of saying that Engine Summer must be the greatest novel ever written about cats, one sign of that fact being that for much of the novel they don't bother to show up, being busy with their own feline affairs.

And -- I appreciate your relaxed way with spreading the joy of reason(s); as always, I look forward to your reply. And to mine, unknowable as it now must be.