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| Fortune favours fools, or as a German saying goes, "The dumbest farmers harvest the biggest potatoes". Sometimes a saying can be a great comfort. |
* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
Smiling at your lurch into laughing Lursday...
ReplyDeleteI do like the thought that I could conjure a smile on your lips.
DeleteSuch an intelligent farmer you must be then. Did you chop it into chips or perhaps have it baked with beans (eh, a bean) and cheese (one shred of grated)?
ReplyDeleteOr even split it four ways for Professor T.
DeleteWhile I was digging Lady C. was delighted to collect all the big spuds; had I not intervened she would have spurned (?) all those little ones proving my intelligence.
ReplyDeleteAt the end there were enough for a nice meal: Sesame lightly roasted without fat, some butter added, the tiny potatoes tossed and served with herbed curd cheese and some freshly picked tomatoes and salad.
And thank you so very much for your suggestion, dear Andrew.
ReplyDeleteThe very potato giving evidence of my intelligence I shall split four ways as soon as Tetrapilotomos will have finished proof-reading his 1669 pages short opus magnum "Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell".
Not any time soon then... I am sure that the Prof does not like to rush, with so many little finicky issues to find and fret over.
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