“The triple-chin I never had is back again,” Professor Plum said as he walked into the mail room.

He read the mail…. (More)

In fact, Professor Plum never had more than a hint of a double chin and he lost that when he began watching his diet and walking every morning. Regardless, he left with Ms. Scarlet to join the resident faculty in the wine cellar library, where they’ll spend the weekend drinking thinking on our motto of Magis vinum, magis verum (“More wine, more truth”).

In the staff poker game, the Professor of Astrology Janitor’s wonderful luck was showing again, which is to say he’d folded the last two-dozen hands to even the smallest of raises. When he finally looked at a pair of red Nines, he opened with a pot-sized raise. The Squirrel folded and Chef looked at her cards.

“I really should raise back, or even just call, to tease more of your chips into the pot,” Chef said. “But you’re having a rough game so I’ll make the decision easy for you. I’m all-in.”

The Professor of Astrology Janitor groaned. “I finally something that isn’t junk, and you have Aces or Kings.”

He folded his Nines and patted the table. Chef flashed her two Aces and scooped in the pot. The Professor of Astrology Janitor began his plaintive mewling and Chef went to the kitchen to make Cinnamon Raisin Bread Pancakes, leaving your lowly mail room clerk to review the week’s correspondence….

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Dear Ms. Crissie,

Here’s the problems I have with The Affordable Health Care Act. Number one, there is a provision in there that anyone over the age of 74 has to go before what is effectively a death panel. Yes, they do. Yes, they do. It’s in there, folks. You’re wrong. Okay, children….

Bill in FL

Dear Bill,

We won’t even try to be polite. You’re lying. In fact, you’re recycling PolitiFact’s 2009 Lie of the Year. We realize the God-King has elevated incessant, blatant dishonesty to new heights, and perhaps that’s why you shoveled out a load of conclusively and repeatedly debunked hog swill. Or maybe you’ve always been a liar. Regardless, we congratulate those ‘children’ for giving you the harsh, loud rejection that you so richly deserved.

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Dear Ms. Crissie,

Has Chef made Cinnamon Raisin Bread pancakes before? That sounds familiar.

Keen Memory in Blogistan

Dear Squirrel,

You do have a keen memory! Chef shared this recipe back in August of 2009, when the infamous ‘death panel’ lie began. To make her Cinnamon Raisin Bread pancakes, first trim the crusts from 8 slices of cinnamon raisin bread and cut the bread into cubes. Place the bread cubes in a bowl and pour 2 cups of milk over them. Let them stand for 10-15 minutes, until they are very soft and begin to crumble. Then stir in ¾ cup of flour, 2 tablespoons of sugar, 1 tablespoon of baking powder, and ½ teaspoon of salt, until the mixture is blended well. Finally, stir in 2 lightly beaten eggs and 3 tablespoons of melted butter.

To cook, preheat a lightly oiled griddle to 350°. Use ¼ cup of batter for each pancake. Cook for about 3 minutes, until bubbles form on top and the bottom is golden, then flip and cook for another 2 minutes until done through. Serve with your favorite syrup. But not Blogiberry. Like death panels, Blogiberries are purely imaginary. Bon appétit!

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Bill in FL; PolitiFact’s 2009 Lie of the Year.

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Happy Sunday!