Hold on to your seats. I just put that Moroccan-French (it's Le Creuset) bad boy on the stove, and rather than reading more Ali G jokes and ruining my diction, I will now proceed to list the sketchy non-fresh things I put in my tajine, in a desperate bid for supper:
Tag: digestion
City Mouse, Country Mouse, part I
Last week, before the Froog died, I was in Seattle, or really, Duvall, Wa. My little brother lives there, teaching at the Wilderness Awareness School.
Hide the Salami–the Turks Are Coming!
That was the official name of the wedding party Peter and Amy threw for Amy's friend Martha and her newly betrothed, Hakan. We never really ascertained whether the Turks got the whole joke, but none of them seemed offended that we were fixated on their not eating pork.