Saturday, October 25, 2014

(Bat) Winging It

Not the most practical of sleeves, particularly if you need to use the ladies room. It does make you wonder how women managed sleeves like this in the 30's. You can only flip them up so far. Poor Jean Harlow with the sleeves of her gowns going for a dip in the toilet! This blouse isn't 30's, but the slip dress beneath it is. Cut on the bias, I kept feeling like I was twisted around sideways in my dress, and then I'd remember and be like, "Oh, that's the cut" and then I'd mutter something about Jean Harlow's sleeves smelling of piss. Some styles I just can't get close to comfortable in.
To keep it from looking too authentic, I wore my tattoo tights. That got some looks.
Today was the big book sale in Blair, Nebraska. We filled two large boxes for $5.00 each. It was a very good book sale. They also had several boxes of books from the library of the now defunct Dana College in Blair. Most of them were antique-I saw 18th century bindings on some of them, however, they were all in Danish (as in Dana College). As I don't speak Danish or have any way to assess the books beyond their bindings and those I could tell were obviously hymnals, I passed them by hoping someone will want them. Unfortunately, I'm afraid they may end up with the recycling which is heartbreaking, but I just don't have the space for 100+ Danish language antiquarian books. I do hope someone gave them a good home. Sadly, none of the books had titles like, It Came From A Bog, A Really long time ago, or The Little Mermaid, the Untold Story. Or perhaps they did, but I couldn't decipher the Danish.
 I had to peek in the card catalogue. Nothing but art supplies, but I was still happy to see one. I look good peering into a card catalogue-should have been a librarian. Shhhhhhhhh.
By the end of the day, that hem was completely down, which I didn't know until I got home and undressed. You'd think someone might have mentioned that.

Outfit Particulars:
1930's black bias cut silky-acetate material dress-Salvation Army (It was hanging with the slips, I don't think they knew what it was)
Bat-Wing top-90's Von Maur
Hat-Thrift World
Necklace-Thrift World
Belt-came with a dress, and I lost it today!
Cloisonné earrings-Thrift World
Rings-all over
Fragrance-Yardley Lily of the Valley
Lippy-Revlon, Love That Red
Paisley scarf-Hand-Me-Ups
Karu brooch (holding scarf)-Hand Me Ups


We stopped at the new Goodwill in Blair and...I bought nothing. That may be a first for me. The store was perfectly nice, they just didn't have anything I wanted. Still, it was a good day for thrift stores and libraries as there was football which meant most places were abandoned during the game. I saw some people tear themselves away from the tube at halftime, but overall it was like being in an emptied-out town. It was a home game, so maybe they all drove down to Lincoln.
They don't need a new sign because they got themselves a brand new library. The more books we bought, the less they need to move, so we tried to be helpful by purchasing quite a few.

I  doubt the dress or hat will be making another appearance on the blog (or in my life) as they just aren't my style. I'm glad I don't live in the 30's for several reasons, and the list begins with bias cut dresses and crazy sleeves. Poor, poor Jean Harlow with her sleeves in the toilet. They blamed the hair peroxide for her death, but I'll bet she picked up some amoebic disease on her sleeves and it ate through to her brain.

For the record-I didn't use the toilet until I got home, and undressed...because I don't need a brain eating amoeba.

How's your weekend going?

Thursday, October 23, 2014

What's Cookin' ?

Plenty, but I hardly bother to post recipes anymore as the internet has been overrun with stupid cookery blogs. Ten years ago, when I started this it was interesting. Today, all anyone cares about is a perfect photograph and to hell with whether the recipe works or not. Exotic ingredients, extravagant use of bacon, the next, "It" recipe. Bah! I made a few things this week that turned out well, but that doesn't make me some sort of expert. That sounds a bit harsh...I am some sort of expert!

First up:
 Totally shitty photos. You'll never get blog sponsors or a book deal with those.
Right. So tonight it was Brussels Sprouts Mould. You cannot screw this thing up. It can be made with asparagus, frozen peas, carrots, beets-you name it, and I have folded it into eggs and baked in my soufflé dish. I was lucky enough to still have salad greens growing in the garden (October in Nebraska! Insane.) so I made a light salad with an herbed vinaigrette, and some apricot cous cous. Oh, it sounds fancy, but I swear it is dead easy. Get the basics down, and you can use up whatever cooked vegetables and cheese ends are lurking in your fridge. I'll give you the recipe but keep in mind it is adaptable. I ran out of dry bread crumbs and substituted matzo meal without anyone noticing. I didn't have Swiss cheese so I used a mixture of Gouda and Pecorino. I used 2 % milk because I didn't have whole. You get the idea. This is good served hot or cold. Mine was sort of room temperature because we were running in and outside with a cardboard pin-hole box to view the eclipse. This is a very interruptible meal. This is roughly based on the recipe in Mastering the Art of French Cooking.

Brussels Sprouts Mould:

3 cups steamed Brussels sprouts, well drained and chopped
1/4 cup bread crumbs for the mould
Oil for the mould
1/2 cup finely chopped onion
1 tablespoon butter
5 large eggs
1/2 cup finely shredded cheese (your choice)
Salt and pepper to taste
1 teaspoon chopped fresh tarragon if you have it
a quick grating of nutmeg if you have it
1 cup milk
4 tablespoons butter, melted in the milk
2/3 cup dry breadcrumbs

Heat the oven to 325 degrees F. Place in a pan of water that is large enough to accommodate your dish and enough water to go 3/4 way up the side of the dish. I keep extra boiling water on the stove in case I underestimated. Oil your mould and coat with breadcrumbs. Knock out the excess.

In a small pan, melt the butter and cook the onion until it is softened but not browned. Remove to a bowl. Stir in the cheese, salt/pepper/nutmeg/tarragon, breadcrumbs, and beaten eggs. In a saucepan, heat the milk and butter until boiling. Slowly beat the milk into the custard mixture. Fold in the Brussels sprouts. Pour into prepared mould, and carefully place in the water bath. Bake about an hour. This varies so much, that all you can really do is keep plunging a butter knife into it until you're satisfied it is firm. To unmould, run a think knife around the edge, say a quick prayer, and quickly invert it onto a plate. If you underbaked it, it will fall apart slightly, but that's what sauce is for. A nice béchamel hides that sort of thing effectively.

And there you have it. Oh, but you wanted pasta? Huh, let's about some buckwheat noodles?

Also dead easy.

You will need:

3 large egg yolks plus 1 whole egg
3 tablespoons cold water
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup buckwheat flour
1-2 cups semolina flour

In a small bowl, whisk together the eggs, water and salt until light. With a wooden spoon, stir in the buckwheat flour, then add enough of the semolina flour to make a very stiff dough. Wrap in cling film and let rest 30 minutes before rolling out. I used a pasta maker (I have an old Imperia from the 60's) but you can do this with a heavy rolling pin and a strong arm. Let the cut pasta dry slightly on a rack for 30 minutes before cooking in boiling water. For the thickness you see here-like fettuccini, it took about 4 minutes. Fresh pasta cooks quickly, so watch it. I served it with a mushroom sauce that was more mushrooms than sauce.

What?! You're still hungry? Are you high?
Fine, fine, have some dessert:
Everyone likes apple pie. My husband said this one was, "Too nice for family" meaning it is a company pie. I think that means it is kind of rich, and he can't sit down and demolish half of it in a sitting the way he typically does. The filling is made with tapioca and heavy cream-and shit loads of butter. This pie is based on one in the Farm Journal pie Cookbook from 1964. Then, I changed some stuff because I do that.

Basically: combine 2 tablespoons quick tapioca with 1/2 cup heavy cream, 2 tablespoons lemon juice, 1 cup of granulated sugar, 1/4 teaspoon each nutmeg, cinnamon, and salt. Mix well. Add 5 cups peeled, sliced apples. Into the bottom pastry, pour half of the filling. Dot with 1 tablespoon butter. Add remaining mixture and dot with 2 tablespoons more butter. Cover with top pastry. Bake at 400 degrees F. for about an hour or until golden.

For the pastry:

2 cups instant blend flour (Wondra is what I use)
1 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup unsalted butter
(about) 1/3 cup ice water

Combine flour, and salt. Cut in the butter (I use a metal pastry cutter, but a food processor will work too). Add the water slowly as you may not need it all. Add just enough until dough comes together easily in a ball. The dough does not need chilling prior to rolling, but the pastry-lined pie plate should go in the fridge while you make the filling.

I use a bottom pastry for my apple pies as that's how it is done locally, and my family have certain expectations of pies (two crusts, primarily). My mother would have thought that wrong, and extravagant, but that's how it is done in Nebraska-so when in Rome (or Omaha...).

If you've eaten all that, you're going to need a good walk after dinner. Here's what I spotted on my walk yesterday...
Beautiful leaves...
Wild mushrooms (don't eat wild mushrooms kids)...
The late sun through the trees. I look forward to my afternoon walk as a way to end the morning lessons and clear out my mind for the afternoon. On the days when we can manage even a quick once-around-the-park walk I think the 1:00-2:30 maths class goes better. For me anyway. I really missed my walk today as I have a terrible chest cold . We stayed in, and watched a documentary on the Dust Bowl instead. That probably wasn't the best thing to watch when I can't breathe.

I promise to share more recipes, but until then there's over ten years worth of them in the archives. You can probably find something that sounds interesting enough to cook.

Next week-Barmbracks, Parkin, and other seasonal treats. I already candied the ginger (do not douse a redhead in candy syrup).

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Keep Our Neighbours in Your Thoughts

Around 10 AM I had a computer screen shoved in my face with the nervous instruction to, "Look what's going down in Ottawa."

There's the disconnect of seeing the footage, reading the scrolling headline, and thinking that somehow it must be wrong. Wishing it were wrong. What the hell has anyone got against Canada? Aren't they the last refuge for the helpless the world has?

I don't know anything. I can't summon the right words. I'm so sorry Canada has had to experience this horror. They'll have to sort through what has happened in the coming days, but I'm convinced as firmly as I've ever been convinced of anything that Canada will still be Canada.

Send some love to our Canadian friends as they grieve tonight.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

This Makes it a Two-Hat Weekend

Probably. The thing about candy corn is that it always starts out great, but after a few pieces you get that nastiness of the dried honey they use to make it, and then a weird bitter taste that can only be remedied by eating more of the stuff. Sort of like staying drunk to avoid a hangover. So yeah, I probably love you more than candy corn, but with an underlying bitterness. Guess what? I wore the Dior hat for the first time today.
I stopped at Gordman's to look for perfume. They didn't have anything I wanted, but they did have these outrageous leggings for $10.00, which I bought. Really, I did! Sure, you think you'll never need a pair of gold leggings, but suppose there's some sort of gold-legging national emergency, and I'm unprepared?! Exactly-better safe than sorry.
No Genii. I checked.
If you were wondering what it takes to get yourself tossed-out of Gordman's I couldn't tell you. To my surprise no one asked us to leave, and instead they gave me a $10.00 coupon for my next visit. I rarely buy anything there, but they have plenty of props merchandise for blog photographs. I must say, the help at the 90th street store were just lovely. An enjoyable retail experience is always worth mentioning as it happens so rarely.
Outfit Particulars:
1940's dress-now closed Etsy shop
Necklace-thrift store in WI
Sara Coventry brooch and earrings-Same thrift store in WI
Dior hat-thrifted locally
Gloves-Tiff and Tam
1950's Naturalizer shoes-Thrift World
1960's French handbag-Goodwill
Fragrance-Jovan Woman

This dress isn't working for me, but it will be lovely on someone taller and larger. It was interesting turning it inside-out to see all the alterations done to it over the years. It appears to have been taken in several inches, and then a newer zipper has been added at the neckline to accommodate the bodice changes. The work is all done well, but the dress itself is too massive and shapeless on my frame. I got a bargain on it as the zipper had been stuck. Fortunately, I was able to loosen it without going to the trouble of replacing it, so the metal zipper is still intact. The vinyl zipper at the neck is a latter addition. I'm a little sad it didn't work out for me as the fabric is nice and heavy, and the bluish-purple just lovely. And it matches my hat.
I could have rocked the hell out of this as a maternity dress, but those days are thankfully loooong gone. I love being a mother, but I hated being pregnant.  
In other news:
I went crazy buying vintage saree silks, and now I have a stack of them waiting to be turned into ?????
Yeah, me neither-but that didn't stop me from buying them. I'm a sucker for luxurious fabrics and gilt. One of my favourite wrap skirts is made from an old saree, so I suppose a couple of those might be in the works. I couldn't believe the Goodwill was selling them for three bucks each. Are they nuts? There's several yards of fabric in each.
Finally, there's this. Don't let the lousy photo keep you from trying it. Use your favourite upside-down batter. In a 9 inch pan spread 3 tablespoons of butter. Sprinkle with 1/2 cup granulated sugar. Arrange 2 layers of washed and dried cranberries on top. If you like orange zest, add some.  Add your favourite cake batter. Bake according to your cake directions, and turn out onto a plate. If you're feeling fancy, glaze the top with melted red currant jelly (I didn't).
 The cake re-heats nicely and lasted all week. 45 seconds in the microwave was about right for serving slices warmed. Whipped cream or vanilla ice cream would be nice, but the boys just ate it plain.
Have a happy hat-filled week. Gold leggings optional.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Katy Perry Isn't Jewish

I should know by now that wearing a hat in public will attract attention. Perhaps not a baseball cap or cowboy hat, but anything else will almost certainly get comments-most along the lines of, "My grandma has a hat like that." I don't mind. People generally like their grandmas, so it is a positive sort of thing that brings a smile to someone's face.
Sometimes though, the comments go well beyond, "I like your hat" in the most weird, and wonderful ways. Like the woman in the Goodwill who pulled me aside and asked if they were doing a shoe sale that week because, "You look like you'd know." Well! I do like that I convey shoe knowledge, and that I might be privy to the secret sales of the Goodwill. It happened that I hit the vintage-shoes motherlode today (upcoming post)so maybe the pile of shoes I was wheeling about made it look like a sale. Still, I wonder if I'd seem quite so approachable without a hat? Most of the time I just get the stink-eye, but with a hat on, suddenly the whole, crazy world wants to talk.
Wait a while, would you? I gotta take a piss.
Ahhh, better. I thought my teeth were going to float. So where were we? Oh yeah, the crazy conversations with strangers.
What's up with the closing times, I wonder?
I had to stop at Natural Grocers for lentil crackers and malt syrup, and this place can be interesting. I don't think I've ever left there without some sort of weirdness, but in a San Francisco in the 60's kind of way. People who start to talk and then kind of trail off with, "Like wow, have you ever eaten squash? Squash is soooo good." Which I agree, it is particularly if you're peaking and realise you need some food in your stomach. Anyway, the far-out kids must have all been next door at Blick buying art supplies (or huffing paint) and I was left with the sweetest little granny who had to be in her late 90's.

"Oh I just love your hat dear. Are you Jewish?"
Well that was a first.
"I asked because you look just like a little Jewish gal I know in Kansas City who looks just like that singer Katy Perry. Do you know her?"
"I don't think Katy Perry is Jewish."
"No, but she looks just like that girl in Kansas City that looks like you! The other day I met a man with a beard and I thought he had a rabbi beard so I asked and you know what?
"He was a rabbi?"
"No. But he was Jewish, and from the rabbi tribe."

So we chatted for a bit, and now I know if I run across anyone from Kansas City that sorta looks like me and Katy Perry, she's probably Jewish. It was only as I left that I put it together-it is Saturday, I'm dressed-up with hat and gloves-she must have assumed I came from shul.

Outfit Particulars:

Lurex top-90's somewhere in Boston
Silk skirt-Goodwill
Vintage hat-Hand-Me-Ups
Shoes-Thrift World
 70's Handbag-Thrift World
DKNY fishnet tights-some department store years ago
50's earrings-Thrift World
Cat pin-Hand-Me-Ups
Cherries pin-Goodwill
Fragrance-Yardley Lily of the Valley
Belt-Thrift World

Ugh-this is definitely higher than the vanity.

 Tonight we have movies, and tomorrow the Warhol exhibit opens at the Josyln.  I never did make it to the farmer's market today, but there's a final chance tomorrow morning. We'll see.

Have a great weekend-try wearing a hat. You never know what sort of craziness you'll attract.


Friday, October 17, 2014

Suits You to a Tweed

 Better tweed than twee, as I always say.
Joanna of Dividing Vintage Moments has a lovely post on vintage suits-and you get to see one of her gorgeous Lilli Ann pieces. It got me thinking, "Hey I have suits I never wear", so I resolved to get them out of mothballs and onto the blog. I haven't tried any of the classic modeling poses yet unless you count, "Selfie in the bathroom mirror" as a legitimate pose.
Completely off topic-I took a walk last evening to try out the new camera at dusk. This is looking out from the parking lot of Methodist College in the direction of Dodge Street. The street lamps were just coming on, and the reflection of the sunset in the glass of the buildings made for an interesting shot. I still don't have a good handle on how to use the camera, but I'm getting there. It was a nice evening for a walk anyway.
I was at Hobby Lobby earlier in the week, where you can get anything you could possibly want (except birth control- and I found this adorable cuckoo clock for a dollhouse. I affixed a pin back to it and now have the cutest little pin that seems to go with everything. The dollhouse section of the craft store is just full of jewelry potential. The clocks would make bitchin' cufflinks.
 Poor old hat! The netting has had it, and I really ought to replace it. I'd like to do a contrast colour on the netting but nothing really goes with beige. Maybe grey?

This is the last weekend for our farmer's market. I haven't gone a single time this year, so maybe I'll wake the kid up early and force him to go with me. Left to my own laziness it isn't all that attractive getting up early on a Saturday morning. I was a, "morning person" most of my life, so I rather think I've earned the luxury of sleeping-in. Once the time-change comes I'll fall into a more normal pattern, but now it is so dark, and cold in the mornings getting up is an effort.
Having clothes you look forward to wearing is a helpful motivation though. It will be a long winter-I suggest you stock-up!

Outfit Particulars:

60's/70's Country Miss tweed Suit-Salvation Army
Pendelton Country Sophisticates blouse-Goodwill
Cinnabar bangle-Hand-Me-Ups
60's Marvella necklace-Hand-Me-Ups
50's Gene Dorris hat-Hand-Me-Ups
Dior Earrings-Thrift World
60's Gaymode shoes-Thrift World
60's Handbag-Ruby Begonia's, Lincoln, NE
Clock pin-I made it
Lippy-Revlon, Wine With Everything (don't I wish?!)
Fragrance- Innisfree by Fragrances of Ireland (you can't wear Tweed when you're wearing tweeds)

Nah, that was earlier in the week-just making sure you're paying attention.

Happy Weekend!

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Out, Damn Spot

We went to Film Streams last evening to watch the Met's simulcast of Macbeth.
The story has timeless appeal, after all, who wants to be number two?

Last season we saw Tosca, and I have a feeling we will be spending a good chunk of the 2014-15 season at Film Streams.  This isn't an cheap evening on the town (would be worse without the Film Streams membership) but if I have a child that will sit happily through three and a half goddamned hours of opera-and enjoy it, I feel I ought to take him. I grew up listening to the Met broadcasts on the radio each Saturday during the season, and I didn't enjoy it. At all. My dad liked to listen to opera in the car, so we'd all go for a drive to Wisconsin. By the time we were back home the opera would be over, I'd be carsick, and I'd swear that once I moved away I was never going to listen to another opera again. Ever. Funny how life works out. My grandfather, and my dad were both opera fanatics, so I suppose it skipped a generation (or only applies to the males) and Danny has the opera gene.

My personal issues with opera aside, this was an extraordinary performance. I had to laugh at the wardrobe for the witches-shabby vintage with glowing handbags and silly hats. Probably not the intended audience reaction, but I was sitting there thinking, "Ooooh, that witch has a lovely cardigan...and look at her shoes!"  Fair is foul and foul is..a great pair of cat-eye glasses. So yeah, those scenes were lost on me as I was checking out the costumes. The set design was thoughtful as well with the ever-present wood in the distance.

I'm not qualified to review the singing, so I won't. I know, everyone with a blog is supposed to post an opinion about everything. *Shrug*. After three and a half hours of sitting there you could raise Caruso from the dead and I'd still find fault with it. Danny however, was enthralled. OK maybe not in the last part of the third act, but that's where Macbeth loses it on the stage as well. It gets a bit long, but then he snapped back for the final act. It would be a late night for anyone, let alone a nine year old. He was the only person I spotted in the place under forty. I might have nodded off here and there, but don't tell anyone.

Being a night out on the town, we decided to dress for it. Danny was tempted to wear a kilt, but instead went with his tartan tie. I stayed away from plaid altogether, though I did consider a pair of red gloves but as it was Macbeth, not Rocky Horror I didn't think I needed props.  In the end, I wore a new (to me) dress I'd been excited to wear. The dress is transparent, which might have been ok in the 70's but definitely wouldn't fly today (I was pushing it with the very low neckline) so I wore a full slip. I needn't have worried-there was so much boobage hanging out all over the screen (in HD!) that no one would have been looking at mine. Lady Macbeth was stacked. Geez, maybe that's why Danny's eyes were bugging out of his head like a cartoon character. Hubba-Hubba, indeed! Nah, it was probably the singing...and all the blood.

Outfit Particulars:

1970's Jonathan Logan dress-Goodwill, .99 cents
Madden Girl shoes-Goodwill
Patent leather handbag-Salvation Army
1960's leather and chain belt-Thrift World
Egyptian Revival choker-Thrift World
Earrings-K Mart
Gold 50's bangle-Can't remember
1960's hair clip-Hand-Me-Ups

I wore a few rings, nothing too flashy. Gawd, I love rings. Sure, I have fingers that look like sausages, and I haven't bothered with a manicure in ages, but no one notices that when you have great rings. Great big rings.

And in other news...woodpecker fail. Hey Woody, you're doing it wrong.
The food is on top. Why is nature such a dumbass? Huh? Huh? You think you're so smart woodpecker? *


*Yes, I am aware he was hanging by his feet pecking at the mesh tray from beneath. Geez people, do you really think I stand at the feeder screaming, "Dumbass!" at birds? Well OK most days I don't.

Monday, October 13, 2014

In A Country Of Three Hundred Million People...

...there must be at least a handful that aren't idiots. I keep looking, as I'm an optimist at heart.
I've worked retail, and it sucks. I try to be sympathetic to the over-worked, under-paid clerk behind the register. I really do, because I've been there. However, when you ring up my tights at $15.00 each instead of 3 for $5.00 I'm going to say something. I was nice about it, but she really thought I was just trying to make her life miserable, and should just take them so she wouldn't need to re-ring them. Right. Then, she got really hostile about it. If it had been a buck or two, I might have let it go seeing what a miserable, overwhelmed sort of day she was having, but $40.00 is a bit beyond my generosity.
 I mean, come on. I'm carrying a handbag that cost .75 cents. Does this look like the sort of handbag that could just blow-off forty bucks? Nice, yes but Prada it ain't.
Or the $7.99 boots? These don't even pretend to look like leather.
Anyway, I find that I like people much better when I don't have to deal with them, so I came home and put on a gigantic pot of vegetarian cabbage soup. Like rich people dine on. I suppose I'm labouring over it, but I do think young people don't really understand money, even when they're working for minimum wage. I'd say I'm more exasperated than angry-you want to pull their ear-buds out and scream some sense into them.

Right, now let's talk about something that brings some enjoyment into my life-great clothes.
I do like a bit of pattern-mixing. Mixing textures is nice too. I've had this leather skirt since the early 80's, and although I wore the hell out of it, I took good care of it. I'm glad I did, because after many years of thinking I couldn't wear a short leather skirt, I've finally come to my senses and realised, of course I can wear a short leather skirt. In fact, I should do it more often, as it makes me happy. Know what else makes me happy? Baked potatoes. I had one last night for the first time in I don't know how long-and it was a joy! Nothing fancy, just salt and butter. It was the best baked potato I've had in recent memory, and it wasn't even an exceptional spud to begin with. Sometimes you have to remind yourself of the things you like such as leather skirts and baked potatoes.
Outfit Particulars:

Russ Togs 1970's polyester jacket-Thrift World .98 cents
Jones New York top-Hand-Me-Ups
60's necklaces-Goodwill
Earrings-K Mart
Leather Skirt-hell if I can remember-80's
Tights-Walgreens (NOT $15.00)
Fragrance-eau de metal-Paco Rabanne
Handbag-Appears to have come from a museum gift shop-Thrifted
60's chain and leather belt-Thrift World

Is it just me, or are people becoming more unreasonable in their expectations, particularly with respect to their failings? Is it the coddled generation that never heard criticism? Do I need to begin speaking by praising their efforts? "I see that you're doing a very good job of keeping your register area tidy, and you're working so very hard. Good for you! By the way, you overcharged me $40.00 but I know it was just because you were doing so well you got ahead of yourself. But good effort anyway. Let's see if we can fix this now..."


Who wants a potato?