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Because yesterday the My Opera community granted me with Member of the Week title, today's filodendric proverb, served as always on Saturdays, is served in English. Greetings to all My Opera members.

A bird in the hand
is worth two
that poo on you.

Fancy dishes? Not for me. I prefer cooking cheap, fast, not bothersome and with the supplies already available. Preferably remains from yesterday dinner.

À propos: do you know, how to make a Fibonacci's salad? You take remains of yesterday's salad and mix it with remains of a day before yesterday's salad. Tastes best served every day. Kind of a geek food.

Yes, that is the kind of mu kitchen. Also, I love to improvise. I do not make any dish twice. So, this way comes my the only one: casserole de relic.

         Ingredients:
• Potatoes remained from yesterday dinner.
• Some cheese, not used for sandwiches.
• Some slices of fat bacon, may be any sausage instead (preferably fat).
• Decompleted instant soup from bag (someone took seasonings): pasta and flavouring oil.
• Some boiling water.



         Tools:
• A bowl.
• A strainer (must fit into bowl).
• A frying-pan (teflon).
• A knife and/or cheese-slicer (preferably with Opera logo).

Czytaj dalej…

                  
                  No i chyba nie wzlecę

— Miłości — zakrzyknąłem —
podaj mi skrzydła!

Dziękuję, kochanie, ale
niezupełnie miałem na myśli
pikantne skrzydełka z
KFC.

Mogłaś chociaż sama upiec,
no.


                  I shall not fly away, it seems

— My love — I yelled —
give me thy wings!

Oh dear, thanks, but
not quite I meant
spicy wings from
KFC.

You could make them by yourself
at least.

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P.S. Wierszydło powstało naprędce jako poetycka riposta na wiersz Pana W.

Czasem szczere słowa brzmią… ironicznie.

„— Excuse me, mister, are you okay?”
Sometimes a solicitude sounds so… unreal.
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