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February 09, 2005

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G. Pair

Mrs. P: a consultation, please. I have available to me two kinds of organic oranges, navel and "juice" (which I take to be Valencia). The navel oranges are much larger and I might actually find room for 44 coffee beans in one--but the pith is very thick so the resulting liqueur would probably be bitter. On the other hand, the Valencias are quite small, with very thin pith. But it would take two of them to contain 44 coffee beans.

I'm thinking two Valencias. What say you?

Mrs. Peperium

Yes, I think you're concerns are right about the pith. But here's where the sugar content comes into play. Patricia felt the original 44 cubes made it too sugary so she cut the amount in half. In Provence, she might have access to large organic oranges with thin piths. I'd go with the larger navel and increase the sugar content - maybe the original 44?

G. Pair

Perhaps the answer is an experiment with two simultaneous batches. 88?

Mrs. Peperium

That would work.

kissmyass

you have readers?

the Cardinal's wife

Yes. This site does have readers. Mrs. P. does not like to brag but they have had over 17,000 hits since its inception in October.

D. C. Burton

Dear KMA,

You ask if Mr & Mrs P have readers?
Apparently you for one.

Mrs. Peperium

Thank you Cardinal's wife and Mr. Burton(By the way, nice to hear from you again.). Mr. K______s, in the words of C.S. Lewis, reality is your friend.

Visconte Lumumba du Catupiry

Hey, Kiss My A--, did you see that they opened a Walmart in your neck of the woods? Time for you to get a job, my man.

Mrs. Peperium

Clarification : Reader KMA's IP number is unknown to Patum Peperium. The Viscounte's number is known to us. Someone was posing as the Viscounte in the spirit of fun. No doubt the impending Royal Wedding has gotten the yam-yam going.

The Cardinal's wife

Re: Camilla and Charles.

Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free.

Mrs. Peperium

Aha, you don't know the whole story. You see they are saying this engagement came about because of seating arrangements at formal functions (priceless) but there was an interesting little story in the Stingy Scotsman, as Monty calls it, about an upcoming inquiry concerning Royal funds being used by Mrs. Parker-Bowles. If Mr. P hadn't been so busy he would have put up his post "Royal Blush" last Monday. We were predicting the Archbishop of Canterbury would be moving things along but thought the outcome was going to be slightly different.

the Cardinal's wife

Do you think Monty will be invited to the wedding?

Mrs. Peperium

You know that wouldn't surprise me. I bet he wouldn't attend on religious grounds.

Monty

Is that yam-yam stuff what I think it is?
That is to say, could I pour it in a glass? And, if so, where might I get some? Or do you have some special recipe, Mrs. P?

Anxiously awaiting your advice.

the Cardinal's wife

Monty, it seems to me that Camilla would be a better match for you than Prince Charles.

Mrs. Peperium

Monty, Yam-yam comes from the American TV series Seinfeld. Elaine finds her boss Peterman in some remote cave suffering from a local fever. He tells her about her fiance going off on a some sort of mind-altering binge and says, "Don't blame him Elaine, it was the yam-yam talking." The Seinfeld show added yam-yam and yadayadayada to our vocabulary and we eat our Snickers bars with a knife and fork.
Cardinal's wife, Why would Camilla be a better match for Monty? Is she fond of incontinent Basset Hounds?
By the way, Blimpish is in the post above looking for yam-yam on Charles' wedding announcement.

Monty

For all I know, Camilla IS an incontinent basset hound. And I don't need another of those, thank you very much.

I met Ms. Parker-Bowles once at one of our posher local hunts when I was a guest of Gordon. She was not in the company of HRH. But you know, Mrs Cardinal, I can see it. I can see me and Camilla snuggling up together getting cozy over a pint of Guinness --better make that a pint of whisky-- next to the fire at The Soiled Kilt. I think you may be on to something. I think you see the real Monty behind the humble, self-deprecating facade. And anyway, at the time I met her, I remember thinking to myself that that old bird looked like she could really hold her whisky. I'll bet you ten quid she can drink Charlie right under the table.

(Mrs. P, a quick update: I stopped by The Soiled Kilt on my way home this evening. I am still persona non grata owing to that old cow Glenna. Now maybe she'd make a good match for Prince Charlie.)

Mrs. Peperium

Monty, you sly dog - you ride? Hmmmnnn, now you wouldn't have hunting pink in you closet would you? I've never seen a basset clear a hedge so I gather you must borrow someone else's hounds. Gordon's? Drag scent or real fox?

Mrs. Peperium

You can't have hunting pink in your closet without the hounds unless your dad was so terrific they bent the rules out of sympathy for the poor man.

Monty

Mrs. P, you evidently misunderstand. I have no need for hunting pink in my closet. No, I do not ride. I do not hunt.
(Unless, of course, you call getting blotto and falling on Dr. Mortimer riding. And strangling the neighbors cat could, I suppose, be interpreted as some form of hunting.) The only --and I stress ONLY-- reason that I was at the hunt was that I was accompanying my well-heeled friend and benefactor, Gordon Maconochie. Who, for reasons beyond me (and everyone else), seems to enjoy having me in tow now and then at various functions that I would in no way be otherwise attending. So please get all visions of horses, hounds, pink coats and what have you straight out of your head. Replace them with visions of pints and quarts and Guinness and Teachers --and Macallan (if your vision includes someone who's paying) and your vision will have improved immeasurably.

Mrs. Peperium

Oh, you were at the Hunt Ball. My mistake. Andrew Cusack (you can get there via Irish Elk or Otto da Fe. Mr.P has been meaning to link to him for some time) has some lovely photos up of your environs.
Have you ever run into Andrew at the Soiled Kilt?

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