I got suspicious, looking at this… Just how did a “farmer couple” have equipment and know-how to mold their own legs in silicone?
Where are the fine roots on the toes, and what kind of turnip grows this big?
It’s very hard to get the story straight, cos most of the sites I found are perpetuating the myth, all or in part.
But I did find out that this is a sculpture called “Daikon Legs”, by Japanese artist Kenji Suetsugo.
Supposed to be daikon radish, not turnips, which makes more sense, because daikon are long, and white and can grow very large.
But they’re not real anyway. they’re made out of urethane resin.
Some sites say the couple did grow them and inspire the artwork… But I never saw that in anything actually linked to the artist. I think it’s just a story invented to go along with the sculpture.
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Claude Monet
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It’s a goose, with a goat in it.
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Good thing they didn’t bring the dog…
Nudge. Push. Nudge. Stretch. Push. Goofy yell!
Not nice to scare me 🫣
…nonononononononono…
Honestly…. I don’t get why some people consider this fun.
I must be missing something.
The part they must have, that thrives on adrenaline.
I toss and turn way too much for this to be safe in any way.
I got the young guy right!
And i think that i have the movie.
If you have the right guy.
Well, I can’t claim to have known, though I, too, recognized the younger man….
And I can’t tell whether you guys are right, cos you’re keeping mum on the answers.
But my search says
Barry Fitzgerald, Maureen O’Hara and John Wayne, in John Ford’s “The Quiet Man”, from 1952
Is that what you thought?
That’s what i though. 🙂
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Kinky! (It must be true — they have the right number of toes…)
I got suspicious, looking at this… Just how did a “farmer couple” have equipment and know-how to mold their own legs in silicone?
Where are the fine roots on the toes, and what kind of turnip grows this big?
It’s very hard to get the story straight, cos most of the sites I found are perpetuating the myth, all or in part.
But I did find out that this is a sculpture called “Daikon Legs”, by Japanese artist Kenji Suetsugo.
Supposed to be daikon radish, not turnips, which makes more sense, because daikon are long, and white and can grow very large.
But they’re not real anyway. they’re made out of urethane resin.
Some sites say the couple did grow them and inspire the artwork… But I never saw that in anything actually linked to the artist. I think it’s just a story invented to go along with the sculpture.
Your story is more believable! Clever artist, though!
Strange, but I kind of gasped for a second when he took off his belt and snapped it.
That’s definitely not what my dad did with his belt.
Nor mine.
I don’t think my Dad ever raised a hand to me!
Lucky guy
But I NEVER deserved it!!!
Nor did any child.
Including me
I’ll bet that dog was a hero in some way that we can never know.
Aren’t they all?
Fighting, or flirting?
I don’t see a lot of obvious difference in their appearance, I’m guessing rivalry.
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Duh.
Me! Me!
Any 3rd grade teacher spends half her day solving this.
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Ask not for whom the lamp shines. It shines for thee.
That’s a whole mess of moths in that neighborhood!
As they all should be.
In the spotlight.
Reminds me of a Gary Larson cartoon.
Is that chocolate?
Looks like it!
It’s syrup.
The word “stroop” translates as “syrup”… but it’s not like the sugary liquid we call syrup in the US.
It’s a thin sticky caramel, that hardens somewhat and gets chewy when cool, stretchy and soft when warm.
If it’s not just made, like the ones here, you’re supposed to lay it over the top of your cup of hot coffee to warm it and soften the caramel.
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A very nice Dutch couple whose children I took care of a lot, years ago, had a special iron for making them on the stove.
The mother would leave me one on a pretty plate when they went out in the daytime.
It was so sweet of her … I ate them but I never had the heart to tell.her I don’t really like caramel.
You can buy them here nowadays, usually in round tins… Not as good as fresh, of course.
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BTW… When I babysat for them at night, instead of a stroopwaffel they would leave me a few chocolates filled with brandy.
You couldn’t buy them in the US then, and I’d never seen them before. They’d buy them on trips home to the Netherlands, so they were special treasure.
They’re still hard to find, but I’ve loved liqueur chocolates ever since.
Glad to see Cleo buckled in. Safety first.
Also keeps her from grabbing the steering wheel to aim the car at cats, or leaning out the window to harass a policeman, or fire a rifle or a bazooka.
Safety doesn’t just mean Cleo’s safety.
Ha, ha! I’ll bet they just didn’t want to go get it.
Hi Shika!
As I said: If you need help to properly log in – just ask.
A banana, with a banana for scale.
That would be worth millions if you had some duct tape!
Dang! I didn’t know you had to scale them to eat them!
With teeny tiny climbing gear.