Was about to say that I hadn’t talked about turtles in a while, but I went back and looked at my earlier posts on this blog and there’s nothing turtle-related. Not a damned thing. Which is a bit strange, because I’m really into turtles. And? There’s a beautiful human female riding atop the turtle. Not… Continue reading shameless self promotion
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Patio Design Ideas
If you went looking for the writing of lahikmajoe and found yourself browsing through patio furniture, here’s the skinny on what happened. Originally the .com address took you to the tea blog. There was plenty of traffic there, as it was an irreverent and comical attempt at a blog about tea drinking. It was a… Continue reading Patio Design Ideas
train in and out of York
When I’m at a loss for what to post here, I sometimes go through old photos. Assuming I didn’t get distracted while remembering what was going on when each photo was taken, I sometimes happen upon one that I think would look good here on the blog. Because I take so many photos when I… Continue reading train in and out of York
be peaceful, make peace, and stay true to yourself but not at the expense of other people or their level of comfort
My mom and little Benjamin. At this point, he was the newest addition to the family, and he continues to amaze all of us and ours. He has his dad’s ability to remember minutiae and he’s not shy about you knowing he knows it. He’s a storage container of vast amounts of trivia. Vast. We’re… Continue reading be peaceful, make peace, and stay true to yourself but not at the expense of other people or their level of comfort
throwing one’s proverbial hat in the ring
There’s a pressing need for me to get additional freelance work as a writer/editor, so I thought I’d start here. It’s my personal blog, after all. Reading a metric tonne of material right now. Unlike in the second half of 2013, I plan on actually devoting some of my very finite free time to writing. One… Continue reading throwing one’s proverbial hat in the ring
again and again and again
Here’s a story. It’s one of those stories that has the advantage of being true. See, there were these kids who grew up and got married and had families and moved away and then moved back to where they started. Some marriages didn’t work out and some did. Some years they saw less of each… Continue reading again and again and again
winding streets and churches and finally cake
Suppose I’m easing into the more conventional travel photos, but they’re finally here. Things like this street are what I find myself more attracted to at the moment, though. Having said that, here’s the cathedral: Quite a name, eh? How many churches do you know with Santissima in their moniker? Oh, and if you liked… Continue reading winding streets and churches and finally cake
creating a backstory…for all of Palermo
We are bad tourists, Elaine and I, and we’ve not done much of anything to right our wrongs. Partially due to our limited skills in the speaking of Sicilian, or Italian for that matter, and partially because we’re so wrapped up in our meandering conversations, we’ve had nearly no interaction with any actual Sicilians during… Continue reading creating a backstory…for all of Palermo
There are already more photos of Palermo than one can shake the proverbial stick at, but I just can’t be bothered to sift through them yet and decide which are interesting to anyone other than me.
So, I’ll give you one ridiculous shot and a bit of a story. The handful of you who still come here are doing so for the narrative anyway, right? The photos are gravy, I’m assuming.
What’s with the title of this blogpost, you ask? Well, it comes thanks to Elaine (@elaine4queen), with whom I’m conquering Palermo. There was talk of cake, but we’ve not actually found any of that yet. In the process of our hunt for cake, however, we did find these Orange Balls.
We had both heard of these, but the billing didn’t quite do them justice. Nevertheless, until technology catches up and allows me to upload the taste of something on a blog, a description will have to suffice.
It’s a ball of some sort of corn breading with a variety of different fillings depending on the whims of whoever’s cooking. In this case, we were offered either Ham and Cheese or Meat. When I inquired about what sort of meat specifically was involved in the latter, the woman behind the counter looked at me incredulously and said with an odd finality, ‘Meat.’
Some might have balked, but now I was genuinely curious. The decision was snatched away from us, when the woman announced that they were, alas, out of the Ham and Cheese. We were having the Meat, and have it we did.
They were delicious. There’s a reason why numerous people, upon hearing we were going to Palermo, insisted we try the Orange Balls. There’s nothing remotely citrus about them, incidentally. Orange is a colour here, rather than a taste. Yet they were filling and somehow decadent, and even before we were halfway done, it was clear that there would be no room left for cake.
You could possibly be one of those folk who believes there’s always room for cake. To such a person, I’ll only say, ‘Have an Orange Ball in Palermo and get back to me on that one.‘
A break in the mundane for a bit of Bon vivantery
The Lenbach House in Munich’s Maxvorstadt neighbourhood. Training for my new job has taken much of my time & nearly all of my energy, so the first thing that’s taken a backseat was blogging. Was recently alerted that this incarnation of my blogging is exactly two years old. Too bad I’ve not prepared anything more… Continue reading A break in the mundane for a bit of Bon vivantery