Graked Fishies

Graked Fishies What you may have thought when you saw the title I'm not quite sure. So let me try and clarify a few things. What does graked mean? It doesn't. Mean anything, really. It's just something my brain cooked up as a "grilled / baked" combo that comes without fries or a…

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OKRA

OKRA We chatted long and hard amongst ourselves about this 100th post on this blog. As a landmark post of sorts, there was considerable debate about the following: 1. Who should write it? The Slo-Man is the eldest blogger so he should, said one school of thought. The LastWord is on a roll…

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No Aloo? No point!

So this is it then. The end of civilization as we know it. The thin edge of the wedge. The most unkindest cut of all. Remember that song we used to play, Sam? It's almost over. The end of the world is nigh. There was a time when I lived in Calcutta (Kolkata,…

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Thanks for the memories.

Yes,  indeed, the Slo-Word turned one today. Wordpress was kind enough to send a reminder with a congratulatory note. And on this festive day, the Slo-man, the LastWord and the Peeved Punjabi salute you all, the readers who've taken the time to comment, to like, to read silently and surreptitiously. As the oldest…

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Catty Rolls

First - the disclaimer. No cats have been harmed in the writing of this post. God knows cats and I are sworn enemies, and there are days when I dream of a cat-free world, but I wish them no harm other than removal from an area measured by a radius of 1,000 miles…

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