"Taking a tongue" means taking an enemy prisoner to interrogate about their numbers and locations.
My cat had her water jug/mug on the corner of the coffee table. It was pointless to try to keep her off the table, and she actually kept hydrated so...
My friend is French, his wife Portuguese, they live in England with their two children. When all together, they all speak English with each other. When the kids are with one parent, the speak that language. In the park with father, French. Baking with mother, Portuguese. Bedtime stories are in the language of the parent reading. Kids switch between languages easily and understand what to speak with whom. Effortless trilingual.
Another friend moved country with her husband and had three kids. Home language was always mother tongue, both my friends had fairly bad English. Everything outside parents is in English for the kids - media, school, anyone outside the household. Again, the switch for the kids is really easy, they are fluent and have no accent in both languages.
The temperatures are intuitive for me because Celsius is all I've known. The car going 60km/h or 100km/ h I know the difference and how it feels sitting in the car. The speed of wind in the forecast needs to be m/s to make any sense. Over 20 m/s I better tape the windows so that the storm won't break them
Is that pit lined with mattresses so that those peeps will just isolate themselves for a day? I read the first sentence and nodded in approval: let the natural selection take the wheel but the second sentence made it much more humane.
You can make tea out of nearly any plant. They are infusions rather than true tea but raspberry leaf or sprig tea is damn tasty
Why limit yourself to only tacos? Spoon a dollop of sour cream on your chilli or any hearty soup or stew, Mix it into gratin or mac'n'cheese before baking, make a salad with fresh cucumber and tomatoes, dill and/or spring onions... The world is your pot of sour cream
14 years ago when I was still relatively young and liked clubbing, a song popped up and swept all the playlists in my country. Clubs, radio stations, you name it. Catchy French song. It came and went so fast that I didn't manage to memorise it. That was long before I even dreamed of having a smartphone. When I moved to UK a year later, nobody had any idea what song I'm trying to describe, like they never heard it.
Probably around 8 years ago I was roaming the streets of Porto with my ex, and a shop we passed had the song blasting from the speakers. Praise the smartphones, I used 'what's the song' app and et voila: Stromae - alors on danse
Those cats on the street are not meowing, they are yowling. That's a holler to intimidate or to fight, over a territory or hot ladies. That's not a meow for a human to fill the food bowl or give scritches or something else tame and domestic.
In 2006 somebody planted a dildo in her hand
Nacho awakens cute aggression in me. I want to smoosh those cheeks with my thumbs while babbling nonsense like: who's the pretty boy, cutie pie, mwah-mwah-mwah!
For Shia Muslims lobster and other shellfish is strictly haram. Some other groups consider seafood halal.
The red stripes and that hat are characteristic to Wally/Waldo, name depending on the continent.
On the first photo Silas is probably standing in front of a blooming bush but I want to think he's wearing a birthday wreath
I'm a trained chef working the trade for 30 years. 2 years in vocational school, a year for cooking and a year for bakery/patisserie. I'm a really confident cook - the concept of different cuisines, the basic ingredients and seasonings, no probs. Baking is still a rocket science for me. My current head chef said baking is fun if you know what you are doing but I'm still after 30 years not fully confident about the consistency.
I made these a good few years back. A friend commissioned these for a present for her friend, and they were highly appreciated, for what I heard.
The pattern for the ruffles came from Pinterest, the bobble pattern I charted out on a piece of paper. Forethought thumbs, no gusset. The bows are made of lingerie lace, that's stretchy. Buttons and beads were chosen from my neverending stash and sewing them on took several hours.
For bobbles like this I learned to knit backwards without flipping the work. It's slower for me and I do like 8 stitches max but still felt more efficient than flipping the work after every 5-8 stitches.