when i was a girl scout leader we took our gang by train to san diego. we camped out at the headquarters and enjoyed a great ride back home the next day.
The table looks too small for the lady.
Aren’t her knees bumping the underside?
She barely fits on her chair.
A human male would be even more out of scale with this tiny furniture… Where would his legs go?
They wouldn’t fit under the table with hers.
…
What’s in the basket? Cherries? Not in bunches like grapes. There are a few on the table.
The short neck of the bottle and the straight sided stemless glass suggest that maybe that’s whiskey, not wine.
Maybe the lizard already had some, and fell off the chair.
Naah… She’d be helping him up, unless maybe she’s annoyed by drunken lizards who can’t hold their liquor.
…
Meanwhile… I’m intrigued by the setting.
If that’s a patio lamp on the black pole, it’s odd that there’d also be a faucet, or hose bib… Electricity and water don’t usually run through the same pipe.
So maybe it’s an outdoor shower, for when you run back up the hill after a bracing dip in the sea below.
But in that case it sticks out far past the floor drain.
Looks like the Mediterranean… too many little islands for most bits of U.S. coastline.
Not an electrical outlet on the pole, rather, a tap handle for the overhead shower. The tap handle being for washing off the feet.
Overall a very relaxing setting. Back in my halcyon days, it would had been most welcome, to sit with my Love and pass the time, graciously.
And as ML says, “spring time!!” Oh, Yeah, I cannot wait ‼️
Everybody agrees that this is an illustration by Vittorio Giardino for his story; “Max Fridman – La porta D’Oriente.”
Max Fridman is a retired agent. The story is set in 1938 Istanbul.p> There is no fixed title I can find.
Putting one’s nose to the grindstone means paying attention to your work, like a person carefully sharpening a knife or axeblade on an old grindstone. The grinder wouldn’t want to take too much mental off or distort or damage the edge, so they kept a close eye on their work. Doing so meant their nose would also be close to the grindstone.
Add salt to flour and arrange in a mound on a pastry
board sprinkled with flour. Make a well in the center and
pour in the beaten eggs and 1 tablespoon lukewarm water.
With a spoon, carefully work the flour into the liquid
little by little to form a stiff dough. If the dough is too
thick, add a little water; if it is too thin, sift in a little more flour.
Knead the dough into a ball and set it aside for 30
minutes. Divide dough into two parts and roll it out on a
floured board into two sheets. Place teaspoonfuls of stuffing
on one sheet at intervals of 1 1/2 inches; cover with second
sheet of dough and press firmly around each mold with
your fingers. Cut the ravioli into 2-inch squares with a
pastry cutter.
Let the ravioli stand for 30 minutes and then boil
them in water or broth for 10 minutes, or until they rise
to the top. Remove them with a slotted spoon and serve
in broth as soup (SERVES 8) ; or drained, with butter and
grated cheese or any pasta suce. SERVES 4.
“RIPIENO DI CARNE PER RAVIOLI “Meat Filling for Ravioli”
1 pound cooked meat, ground (chicken,
pork, veal, beef, or a combination)
2 eggs beaten
1 tablespoon chopped parsley
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
Salt
Pepper
Mix all ingredients well and use to fill ravioli dough as directed.
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Beautiful train.
Love the carpet… I doubt they would invest that much money in it today.
Hate the racism… But that’s the way the world was then.
when i was a girl scout leader we took our gang by train to san diego. we camped out at the headquarters and enjoyed a great ride back home the next day.
When I was a Girl Scout, we took the train to San Diego. Lived in Fullerton, so we didn’t have to camp out. My first train ride!
This looks to me like a game they’re playing.
Chase me. My two play that a lot.
So funny!
..
The lady is meeting her lizard for a glass of wine.
Must be.
The table looks too small for the lady.
Aren’t her knees bumping the underside?
She barely fits on her chair.
A human male would be even more out of scale with this tiny furniture… Where would his legs go?
They wouldn’t fit under the table with hers.
…
What’s in the basket? Cherries? Not in bunches like grapes. There are a few on the table.
The short neck of the bottle and the straight sided stemless glass suggest that maybe that’s whiskey, not wine.
Maybe the lizard already had some, and fell off the chair.
Naah… She’d be helping him up, unless maybe she’s annoyed by drunken lizards who can’t hold their liquor.
…
Meanwhile… I’m intrigued by the setting.
If that’s a patio lamp on the black pole, it’s odd that there’d also be a faucet, or hose bib… Electricity and water don’t usually run through the same pipe.
So maybe it’s an outdoor shower, for when you run back up the hill after a bracing dip in the sea below.
But in that case it sticks out far past the floor drain.
Looks like the Mediterranean… too many little islands for most bits of U.S. coastline.
Hmmm…..
Not an electrical outlet on the pole, rather, a tap handle for the overhead shower. The tap handle being for washing off the feet.
Overall a very relaxing setting. Back in my halcyon days, it would had been most welcome, to sit with my Love and pass the time, graciously.
And as ML says, “spring time!!” Oh, Yeah, I cannot wait ‼️
maybe by the end of april or may?
Mid-May around here, just north of you in Alberta.
Right… I was talking about electricity for the lamp, not an outlet, if it were a lamp fixture overhead…
but I surmised that it was a shower instead, because there was a water tap sharing the pole.
That must be the shower handle sticking out behind.
And what about the kitty litter pan under the shower?
That’s exactly what I thought, but it couldn’t be.
I hope it couldn’t be.
That’s for soaking your feet.
In kitty litter? Ewww!
Here I thought it looked like a nice relaxing place to hang out ~~~ now I’m not so sure.
Up the steps is the pool.
Looks a bit like cactus under the tree.
spring time!!
Everybody agrees that this is an illustration by Vittorio Giardino for his story; “Max Fridman – La porta D’Oriente.”
Max Fridman is a retired agent. The story is set in 1938 Istanbul.p> There is no fixed title I can find.
Algeria… ah… the Mediterranean, indeed.
I’d been thinking Greece, Dalmatia, etc, instead of south, but Algeria fits.
“Fixed title?”
You said the title of the story…. illustrations don’t often have their own titles.
Susan and Alexi: So which is it —- Istanbul OR Algeria???
LOL… Sorry, I meant Istanbul!
It’s hard to explain, but somehow I think my brain was still processing Bacon-Boy mentioning Alberta…
Somehow that changed Istanbul into Algeria (A…a )… especially since it looks like some places there.
And yes, Istanbul is technically not on the Mediterranean, but the Agean, at least, on the European side…
But it’s all a connected and similar coastline.
No excuse, I know. 😔
Obviously I need coffee.
Unfortunately I gave it up.
Maybe I’ll have some anyway.
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You really don’t want this branch of his family mad at you.
Geez Louise, Beryl. Wipe your mouth with your napkin once in a while.
Good laugh with this one!
Looks like my ex-boss…
A basset’s work is never done. I’m not saying why it’s never done, only that it is not.
‘Cuz they don’t do the paperwork?
Nighthawks, response to your corned beef and cabbage pic:
Ooh I’ll be right over.
we made enough for quite a few meals in the freezer.
ya’ll stop by, ya hear.
Laurie, I love onions too, but also garlic and shallots and scallions!
Oooh, me too
You’re supposed to keep your nose to the grindstone (ouch!) and your ear to the ground.
Looks to me like Cleo has both to the ground.
One out of two ain’t bad, right?
Who wants to put their nose on a grindstone anyway? What does that even mean?
…
Anyway, she’s busy dreaming.
Everybody says the world needs dreamers, but in Western human society, we tend to begrudge the time it takes to dream, as though it’s wasted.
Basset hounds know better.
Those imaginary squirrels aren’t going to chase themselves, you know.
Putting one’s nose to the grindstone means paying attention to your work, like a person carefully sharpening a knife or axeblade on an old grindstone. The grinder wouldn’t want to take too much mental off or distort or damage the edge, so they kept a close eye on their work. Doing so meant their nose would also be close to the grindstone.
Yes, thanks… I was actually just being facetious, kind of speaking from a dogs viewpoint, but I know that leads logically to being called on it.
Actually, the first usages of the expression may have referred to actually getting ones nose ground by it.
And in spite of its admiring meaning, it’s not a great place to be… You could get metal in your eye.
I think I’ve been too close to it lately… It has obviously taken “too much mental off”.
(Unfairly quoting your funny typo). 🙂
ravioli
Surprisingly, neither of the cooking comics has a ravioli recipe.
From:” “THE ALITALIA BOOK OF AUTHENTIC ITALIAN COOKING”
by: Barbara Stacy
Publisher: THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY
New York Established 1834
Ravioli (dough) 6 cups flour, sifted
1 teaspoon salt
6 eggs, beaten
Add salt to flour and arrange in a mound on a pastry
board sprinkled with flour. Make a well in the center and
pour in the beaten eggs and 1 tablespoon lukewarm water.
With a spoon, carefully work the flour into the liquid
little by little to form a stiff dough. If the dough is too
thick, add a little water; if it is too thin, sift in a little more flour.
Knead the dough into a ball and set it aside for 30
minutes. Divide dough into two parts and roll it out on a
floured board into two sheets. Place teaspoonfuls of stuffing
on one sheet at intervals of 1 1/2 inches; cover with second
sheet of dough and press firmly around each mold with
your fingers. Cut the ravioli into 2-inch squares with a
pastry cutter.
Let the ravioli stand for 30 minutes and then boil
them in water or broth for 10 minutes, or until they rise
to the top. Remove them with a slotted spoon and serve
in broth as soup (SERVES 8) ; or drained, with butter and
grated cheese or any pasta suce. SERVES 4.
“RIPIENO DI CARNE PER RAVIOLI “Meat Filling for Ravioli”
1 pound cooked meat, ground (chicken,
pork, veal, beef, or a combination)
2 eggs beaten
1 tablespoon chopped parsley
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
Salt
Pepper
Mix all ingredients well and use to fill ravioli dough as directed.
our tulips are just popping up. spring is just around the corner.
Can’t wait for the first Robin of…
Last Robin of (astronomical) Winter…
cleo? you heard claude. you’re supposed to be BUSY!
Beautiful picture of the pink trees!
That will be my new mantra ….. I am as busy as a basset. I could never get up from that position, though.