Mostly But Not Entirely About Food
Feb. 6th, 2020 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloThe most delicious thing I've ever eaten was a dish of pate de foie gras- which is just about the least ethical food on the planet.
I'm not a foodie. Neither is Ailz. Once we've got this vegan thing sorted I expect to shut up about it.
I've yet to make my mind up about alcohol. Many beers and wines are non-vegan- and use products like isinglass in the fining process. "Bugger" is all I can say. Bugger.
Isinglass is a such a glorious word. "And so Sir Gawain came to a castle where he was received by fourteen beauteous maidens- the daughters of the king; and the name of that castle was Isinglass." Isinglass, the product, is made from fish bladders- so not glorious at all.
Last night I dreamed I went to heaven and met lots of old friends around a table. Among them was a girl I knew when I was 17 (not a girlfriend but she might have been if we'd known one another a little longer)- also my father and my great aunt Joan. It was a splendid, happy dream, if a little muddled- because Colchester gaol came into it somehow- but I knew- because of the quality of the feelings it evoked- that tenuously, cloudily, it stood for something real. (O, words how they let us down!)
I'm not a foodie. Neither is Ailz. Once we've got this vegan thing sorted I expect to shut up about it.
I've yet to make my mind up about alcohol. Many beers and wines are non-vegan- and use products like isinglass in the fining process. "Bugger" is all I can say. Bugger.
Isinglass is a such a glorious word. "And so Sir Gawain came to a castle where he was received by fourteen beauteous maidens- the daughters of the king; and the name of that castle was Isinglass." Isinglass, the product, is made from fish bladders- so not glorious at all.
Last night I dreamed I went to heaven and met lots of old friends around a table. Among them was a girl I knew when I was 17 (not a girlfriend but she might have been if we'd known one another a little longer)- also my father and my great aunt Joan. It was a splendid, happy dream, if a little muddled- because Colchester gaol came into it somehow- but I knew- because of the quality of the feelings it evoked- that tenuously, cloudily, it stood for something real. (O, words how they let us down!)
