Tell that to cycling phone snatchers in London
Tell that to cycling phone snatchers in London
All over it, non native English speaker who loves chocolate
Chocolate fudge pudding pie… that’s a dessert that just keeps on giving, I’d be so over that
“Taking a tongue” means taking an enemy prisoner to interrogate about their numbers and locations.
My friend is French, his wife Portuguese, they live in England with their two children. When all together, they all speak English with each other. When the kids are with one parent, the speak that language. In the park with father, French. Baking with mother, Portuguese. Bedtime stories are in the language of the parent reading. Kids switch between languages easily and understand what to speak with whom. Effortless trilingual.
Another friend moved country with her husband and had three kids. Home language was always mother tongue, both my friends had fairly bad English. Everything outside parents is in English for the kids - media, school, anyone outside the household. Again, the switch for the kids is really easy, they are fluent and have no accent in both languages.
The temperatures are intuitive for me because Celsius is all I’ve known. The car going 60km/h or 100km/ h I know the difference and how it feels sitting in the car. The speed of wind in the forecast needs to be m/s to make any sense. Over 20 m/s I better tape the windows so that the storm won’t break them
Is that pit lined with mattresses so that those peeps will just isolate themselves for a day? I read the first sentence and nodded in approval: let the natural selection take the wheel but the second sentence made it much more humane.
14 years ago when I was still relatively young and liked clubbing, a song popped up and swept all the playlists in my country. Clubs, radio stations, you name it. Catchy French song. It came and went so fast that I didn’t manage to memorise it. That was long before I even dreamed of having a smartphone. When I moved to UK a year later, nobody had any idea what song I’m trying to describe, like they never heard it.
Probably around 8 years ago I was roaming the streets of Porto with my ex, and a shop we passed had the song blasting from the speakers. Praise the smartphones, I used ‘what’s the song’ app and et voila: Stromae - alors on danse
Nacho awakens cute aggression in me. I want to smoosh those cheeks with my thumbs while babbling nonsense like: who’s the pretty boy, cutie pie, mwah-mwah-mwah!
I for one am very happy to have a daily Kitty in my feed. Please don’t stop
On the first photo Silas is probably standing in front of a blooming bush but I want to think he’s wearing a birthday wreath
I googled Yanni and that’s what I got
I’m a trained chef working the trade for 30 years. 2 years in vocational school, a year for cooking and a year for bakery/patisserie. I’m a really confident cook - the concept of different cuisines, the basic ingredients and seasonings, no probs. Baking is still a rocket science for me. My current head chef said baking is fun if you know what you are doing but I’m still after 30 years not fully confident about the consistency.
I kept going back in confusion. There’s the microwave and sink - no stove or flat-top or anything. There’s the shower. What’s behind the door nº 2? The depth of that space is maybe 70 cm, the standard depth of the kitchen furniture is 60 cm and the shower is a bit deeper, it seems. The width seems about the same. If that’s a toilet, you wouldn’t be able to close the door after yourself. There’s no wardrobe in that room, only that small dresser. If there’s a cupboard, what’s the pooping situation? Waffle stomp day and night? Is that a toilet with a rod for coat hangers above?
Washing machine available? What does that mean? The choice between mini fridge or washing machine? Preserve food or wear clean clothes, make your choice!
I work in multinational company and I can say ‘thank you’ in 6-7 languages. I say abrigado to a Polish guy and spasibo to the Italian just for fun
That’s the thing tho, you can’t use the scales for yorkies, it works by volume. Two eggs worth maybe not so much but a pint of flour weighs a lot less than pint of milk making the batter too thick and stodgy.
Apparently you can even make meringue with it. Haven’t tried that but I often make mayonnaise with aquafaba.