Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton
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Friday, January 20, 2023

Fish and Chips

 I miss the UK especially a good great fish and chips. 

Chips drenched in vinegar, with a sprinkle of salt. The batter, hot and crispy covering a piece of cod all wrapped in butchers paper which one has to juggle from one hand to the other because it's too hot to hold... sigh. 


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