Category: Other and blather

A wrench on a bridge

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Wrench on a bridge

Last weekend on a family bike ride, we crossed over a recently-constructed bridge.  Somebody broke a spanner; somebody (else?) posed it like this.

I’m guessing that somebody used something stronger than elbow grease on this guy.

I didn’t stop to look for bolts nearby that this would have fit.  F and G were on (in) the cargobike at the crest of the bridge, waiting patiently for me to finish playing with the camera.  We’d been enticed out by the forecast of a mild, sunny morning, but it was cold and windy, and no sooner were we safely home than it started really bucketing down.

Animal crackers

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Animal crackers

Are animal crackers crackers, or cookies? The manufacturer of these ones isn’t much help: the package describes them as “butter biscuits for children.”  That’s funny, because I ate them all.

They’re German.  I would have linked to Bahlsen’s site but it’s got a horrible flash intro page.

Anyway. For me, it’s pretty simple. They are crackers. Why?  Docking holes.

Here is my tomato soup waiting for some animals to jump in.

Tomato soup and animal crackers

The duck went first.

Then some other animals decided it was safe to join it.

Animal crackers in my soup

Maybe they should have held off a bit longer. This is not how I imagined my photos of animal crackers in my soup.

What even happened to that duck?

Soaking and sinking

They dissolved pretty fast.  Eating this was not particularly enjoyable.  The soup was too sweet.  Sweet soup with sweet cracker mush. Blech.

The crackers went better with tea. One after another, after another, they went, with tea. Better.

Animal crackers

I did not know that. Episode I.

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A cow

Because there may be more things I don’t know that I want to note that I didn’t know when I find them out, I’ll call this “Episode I.”

I am trying to compose a serious post on animal crackers, but F keeps distracting me with his snickering.  Because F (this is my husband, I should point out, not my child) is reading the Wikipedia entry on flatulence.  This entry contains, as it happens, several facts I wasn’t familiar with, but I have a hard time believing I didn’t know that the methane emission from livestock comes predominantly from their burps, not their flatulence.