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Fun With the Front Office

Judging by the feedback on yesterday’s post, some people think I need to spare the human female my mischief for a bit.

Very well.  Today I’ve turned my attention to the Biology Department’s front office.  Everyone there likes a good cup of java, so they ordered two coffee jugs.

And this is what they got:


Meanwhile, un restaurante somewhere esta tratando de lavarse all of its cuchillos y cucharas in a carafe.

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Gastronomy Week, Part IV: Ich möchte Schnitzel essen, bis die Schweine nach Hause kommen

In keeping with the theme of revisiting old restaurhaunts, we are back at the German Schnitzel Emporium today.  On our previous visit, we learned a lot about sauces and consumed a mountain of fried meaty goodness.

The human female is ordering her usual, the Wiener Schnitzel.


I understand that she has a lemon out in the car, since the last time she came, the kitchen was actually out of lemons, which means she ate Nekkid Schnitzel.

This place is fun, because there is a lot to look at while we wait for the food.


Sigyn, please tell me you checked to see if that was lit before you clambered up and in.

The half-liter steins are quaint, but not terribly comfortable for sitting in.


Fisi, I suspect you do not want to eat that.  It may be calorie-free, gluten-free, and kosher, but I hear it causes cancer in laboratory hyenas.


Sigyn is admiring the checked ribbon on the menu’s spine.  Contemplating a new frock, my love?


The human male’s beer has arrived.  It is a Dunkel something-or-other.


I guess if I lean over a bit more, it will be a Dunkeloki!

Our meals are here!


Bad Fisi!  Let go!  Sigh.  I can’t take that beast anywhere, and I suspect it may be time to get Fisi’s eyesight checked, as hyenas are not generally known for their love of potatoes.

On ever prior visit, the Dessert of the Day has been something chocolate, and the human female has been forced to sit and watch while others partake.  Today, though, the menu features vanilla cake!


And there is great rejoicing!

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The humans are taking advantage of the jaunt to the Biggish City to the West to visit a Purveyor of Foreign Goods. 

It seems a friendly place.  This feline has lost no time in greeting Sigyn cheerfully.


I think it is teaching her a little dance.

There is also a display of colorful ceramics.  What knobby little teapots!


Ooh!  Foreign foodstuffs.  Those are always fun to poke about in.   Sigyn is excited about these beans, probably because they’re red.


Oh!  Sigyn, we’ve had this stuff before–these are dessert-y beans, not vegetable beans.  Their usual habitat is buns and dumplings, and they’d make a very odd chili.

See?  The human female says that “daifuku” are little sticky rice cakes, usually full of red bean paste.


This package has red ones and green ones.   I think we need to buy them!

But I’m not sure about those middle buns…


Unidentified Filled Objects?  いいえ、どうもありがとうございます

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A Little Somethin’ Extra

The humans have been out and about tonight.  Now it’s late, they’re tired, and they’re hungry.  By Volstagg’s beard crumbs, whatever shall they do?!

Chef Cao to the rescue.  One order of orange shrimp and one of tofu with vegetables coming right up!  The humans always ask them not to put in any of those little soy sauce packets.  That stuff is nasty.

Sigyn, let’s see how well they followed instructions tonight.

Not very well, apparently.


But at least there are only five packets.  Once they put in ELEVEN!  Watching the humans fish them out of the bag was like watching clowns get out of a tiny car at the circus.



We do like to get the fortune cookies, though.  Even when the fortune is silly, the cookie is usually good.  Ready, my love?


Let us rend it asunder and see what our fate is!


Splendid!   Can I invent one without the human female in it?

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A Strange and Wondrous Beastie, Part III: Doesn’t Anyone Have Anything Else to Do Today???

Captain Toothpaste Ad has wangled his way aboard my fine Tettigoniidous steed.  How to kill all the romance of an outing in one fell swoop.

Yelp?  You too?  Sigyn, did you send out engraved invitations or something?!


म तपाईंको शानदार काठको क्रिकेटमा सवारी गर्न चाहन्छु? के तपाई मलाई यो गर्न दिनुहुनेछ?

Sigh.  Go ahead.  It appears that I’ve chartered the hexapod equivalent of a party bus.

Oh, and now the Kitty Committee wants in on the action.


Just so you know, Blackie, I didn’t invite you.  Muffy is Sigyn’s friend and you’re just a regrettable plus-one.  Fisi, you can bite him, too, if you feel like it.


Cat, are you coming or going?  And Stark, if you so much as bat an eyelash at my sweetie we are going to have a rousing game of kick-the-man-in-a-can.

“Komm her, Remus.  Join me upon this so magnificent inzect.”


“Hold tight mein Freund, und keep an eye on zat…thing on ze ovipositor…”


Sleipnir’s fetlocks!  Didn’t anyone stay home today?!


Oh, great.  Now the cry-baby clown wants in on the action.


Benno, you are scared of, among many other things (including dandelions and air molecules), both bugs AND heights.  Do you really think climbing up for a ride is a good idea?

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Halten Sie das gebratene Fleisch kommen!

The humans, always looking for a good excuse not to cook, have seized upon the occasion of an old friend passing through town to venture into downtown of The Next Town Over to an unusual, schizophrenic eatery which consists of an Irish pub and a German restaurant with separate storefronts, but which share a kitchen in the back.   Sigyn and I have tagged along to see what’s on offer.  (We probably should have brought Arnold along to translate.  Maybe next time.)

The silverware and napkins are rolled up in this stein.


How quaint.

If I were feeling generous, I would take one of these blue and white house coasters and give it to Thor for his beer mat collection.


But I’m not.

Sigyn—correct me if I’m wrong, but I didn’t think chilies or coconut were particularly German…


The main thing on the menu is something called “schnitzel.”  I do not know what sort of animal a schnitzel is.  Let me look it up on the human female’s phone.


What?!  Oh, no, no, no.  I will eat many things, but I draw the line at canines. 

Oh, wait. My mistake.  I think that “schnitzel” must be a way of cooking things, because it looks like it can be pork or chicken or sausages.

And it looks as if Monday is the day to come.  It’s a veritable Schnitzelfest!


Here’s where the accuracy of the menu has broken down—I understand they do have fries, but not the red cabbage.


Ah.  All the plates now come with red cabbage.  The male has opted for the sauce based on beer and bacon and onions, while the (boring) human female has chosen the plain one with just a hint of lemon.

It all smells good, anyway.  Mmmmm.  Fried things.


What do you think, Sigyn?  Did you save room for dessert?


The human female can’t have any, but the Fantasy Fudge Cake sure looks good!


MMMM. Fantastic and fudgy.  You are missing out, human.

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A Little P. S.

Several of you commented on how “hard” the human female must work at the herbarium.  Seriously, a trained monkey could do what she does.  Look, I’ll make an advertisement and put it up on campus.  We’ll have a replacement for her in no time.

Unpaid Volunteer Wanted:  Database checker. Must be able to use PLANTS, TROPICOS, IDigBio, HUH, Handbook of Texas Online, and IPNI database websites, along with Excel and GoogleEarth. Must be familiar with collecting activities and foibles of major Texas and U.S. collectors (familiarity with foreign collectors a plus). Must have knowledge of current and historical geography, taxonomy of vascular plants, period collecting and labeling practices, and herbarium filing systems. Ability to read French, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Latin, and reeeeaaallly bad penmanship with spelling errors a plus.  Must not be allergic to pollen, dust, mold, ink, mounting glue, or hyenas, or be afraid of large metal buildings that make creepy noises at night.

That ought to do it.

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