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Oh god, not the pork products. I mean, I'm sure the puff pastry was hard work at some point, and the chicken no doubt was destined for future greatness, but won't somebody please think of the pork products? I'd offer to share, of course, and it's not that I...I mean...naturally the situation is dire, but, well...you understand, there's only so much, and I know you'd...in the same position...it's just that I lost a salami already (salami pickup tax - guess who). So, er, chin up and all. I'm sure it's all for the best. Ahem. Sausage.


not the jam! i feel your pain. had a fridge debacle last year and lost everything because my stupid landlady thought 8 days was a reasonable time to replace a fridge.


what kind of chutney? and what kind of stilton (or is there only one kind)?


Chutney - hot mango, I think?
Stilton is stilton; I believe it's a name-controlled cheese. There are different producers, but in a sandwich you're not likely to notice the difference.


thank you!

i don't cook, but i am going to try it. baby steps..


turns out it's sweet mango, not hot mango. i'm sure it's good with either, but the fruitiness will play well with the stilton, and you don't want to burn that out on your tongue.

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I heard indeed merguez can be found in the bay area but where do YOU find them??
I'm in Santa Cruz but would be willing to go there once in a while!
Peace from a French native in Weird City Santa Cruz!

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the last 10 books I read

  • David Sedaris: When You Are Engulfed in Flames

    David Sedaris: When You Are Engulfed in Flames
    I have noticed in the last couple years that reading while eating has become dissatisfying - I enjoy both less, taste less, remember less. I read most of this while eating. I think it was more mature and not as hysterically funny as Me Talk Pretty One Day, but I also think that last burger needed salt.

  • Charles Palliser: The Quincunx

    Charles Palliser: The Quincunx
    A thoroughly engrossing and very long victorian legal mystery/adventure. Also quite enjoyable! It did not end the way I expected.

  • Cormac McCarthy: The Road

    Cormac McCarthy: The Road
    Easily one of the best books I've ever read. I'll give you a dollar if you can make it through without crying.

  • Anais Nin: Little Birds

    Anais Nin: Little Birds
    Not the one in the picture, but a lovely old red hardbound edition given to me by Heather. It reads like the stories were written over a long period of time, but perhaps the progression of tone was intentional?

  • Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood

    Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood
    My only excuse for not having read this before is that it was just perfect for me now. Rocketed to my favorites list straightaway.

  • Ernest Hemingway: A Farewell To Arms

    Ernest Hemingway: A Farewell To Arms
    The progression of language and complexity through the book was most interesting to me. The depiction of the central couple's affair seems disturbingly co-dependent and unhealthy, but that's just age, I guess.

  • Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Memories of My Melancholy Whores

    Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Memories of My Melancholy Whores
    Yes, quite good, the right length for a domestic flight. I hate to say "nothing special" but that's how I remember it.

  • Jerzy Kosinski: Steps

    Jerzy Kosinski: Steps
    A re-read of a book I thought was too creepy and yucky to ever read again. Densely packed with uncomfortable feelings and moments of brilliance.

  • Charlie Brooker: Dawn of the Dumb

    Charlie Brooker: Dawn of the Dumb
    This is a collection of Charlie Brooker's columns in the Guardian from the last couple of years. If you don't read it, you really ought to start. http://www.guardian.co.uk/profile/charliebrooker He writes about (british) TV and pop culture in a way that's so f'ing funny it makes me forget that I don't get the references. A bit formulaic when you read them all at a stretch.

  • James Kelman: How Late It Was, How Late: A Novel

    James Kelman: How Late It Was, How Late: A Novel
    A claustrophobic stream-of-consciousness rant, the focus set so tight you feel like you yourself are blind. Review quotes refer to how funny it is, but perhaps I'm too American to find it anything but choking. In a good way.