“This is Serious,” said Pooh. “I must have an Escape.”
So he took his largest pot of honey and escaped with it to a broad branch of his tree, well above the water, and then he climbed down again and escaped with another pot … and when the whole Escape was finished, there was Pooh sitting on his branch, dangling his legs, and there, beside him, were ten pots of honey….
still, the sting of her
hot pepper jelly
nahaiwrimo — jam
excerpt from “Winnie-the-Pooh,” “In Which Piglet is Entirely Surrounded by Water”
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Now, that poses a question. Which is better, honey or pepper jelly?
Hot jelly makes a fine glaze for roast hen,
but honey wins for tea.
“And honey, I should say, right down to the bottom of the jar. Unless, of course,” he said, “somebody put cheese in at the bottom just for a joke.”
(I am pooh-brained this morning…)
I just turned a woman into a rock-eating cuckoo. yawn, Sunday afternoons, so slow