Stuffed vine leaves. I made them once for a gathering I had and they took me about 3 hours in all. Everyone loved them but for the time they took me, and how much of a pain in the arse they were to make, it wasn’t worth it. The ready made ones in tins are just fine.
My late partner studied English as an undergrad and when he applied for his MA his email said “Please find attached my application for the MA in Creative Writning” and it makes me sad he’s no longer around for me to relentlessly mock him about it.
I’d imagine that whoever pays, that US companies will already be preparing their bids for the contracts. It may even be a condition of the military support that is being provided to Israel. This is my gloomy cynical view, assuming that the Palestinians in Gaza are all wiped out or removed, and Israel asserts full control and it becomes wholly part of Israeli territory. And based on past events in Iraq etc.
Twin Peaks, the original run. I watched each episode twice a week when it first aired, then several times once I had it on VHS (including a 24hr marathon with my friends), and then I’ve watched it about 3 or 4 times on DVD. However this has involved fast forwarding through some of the storylines I don’t like in the 2nd season (mostly James & Evelyn,little Nicky, and a lot of the Nadine and Mike stuff). I’ve only watched the 3rd season once so far, it’s long, and quite intense, and I haven’t had the head space and time I would like to dedicate to it when I go back into it again.
Just think, there’s a kid out there that’ll tell people about the story of how they were born, and how glad their parents were that random strangers came to their aid and helped bring them into the world.
I think it’s totally understandable to be freaked out by that, it must have been totally surreal. Its not so much that you reacted badly to childbirth, you reacted that way because it was completely unexpected, and you were on your guard a bit because it was night time and strangers, and because something quite huge and momentous (for them I mean) and potentially incredibly tragic if something had gone wrong, was happening right on your doorstep, out of the blue. I think you can give yourself a break over that one. And a pat on the back.
Hottest would be 49°C in Marrakech, in the middle of August. I remember Moroccans talking about how hot it was, and a big thunderstorm broke that evening with torrential rain.
Coldest would be at home in the UK. Probably the coldest I’ve experienced would be about -7°C, that’s pretty extreme where I am though and it would be the night time temperature. I remember a few years ago going clubbing in winter and someone robbed my coat, I had to walk home at 3am in about -3°C with my friends trying to keep me warm. Not fun.