ORIGINAL: Grollub
I think you're doing it quite right! [:)][&o]
Well then, I will bow to the real Swedish chef.[&o][&o]
Thank you, Per. I'll see if I can't get some pics. Am pretty excited about getting this right. Mom's a right 1930s-40's German kinda gal and has this hunger for honest to gosh "food". I try my best to accommodate. Sometimes, it floats my boat, as well. Will report on the results.
Ciao. JWE
Well off for home to some sour cream chicken soup I cooked up on Sunday. A good olde Bohemian dish. Lovin' it.[8D]
Night.[:)]
I’m traveling through another dimension -- a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's a signpost up ahead: my next stop: the Twilight Zone!
I unlock that door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. I’m moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. I've just crossed over into... the Twilight Zone.
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to gorn. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which some call "The Twilight Zone".
I think I’m going to get outta here! The thread? The Moirai are here spinning it and if I’m not careful I’ll be spun into it, perhaps as a nit to be picked. I will flee this place, never to return. (applause from everyone)
