Uttering an exclamation, Sabina recoiled, rearing back in alarm. Unfortunately, the fact her legs were caught up in the bedclothes foiled her retreat, and instead, she pitched forward, landing sprawled on top of him.
(An Inconvenient Vow Alice Coldbreath}
I am sorry - whaaaaat?
Mnie trochę szokuje, że kogo nie spytać to przez 70 czy 80 lat w każdą niedzielę rosół i schabowy. Nie nudzi się?
Nie zrozumcie mnie źle - dobrze zrobiony schabowy z puree i ogóreczkiem kiszonym jest pycha!
Podobnie gołąbki (absolutnie przepadam!). I pierogi z mięsem (też jestem wielką fanką).
Ale pierogi i gołąbki robię rzadko (może dwa razy do roku) bo to strasznie dużo roboty, jeśli się robi samemu i od początku do końca.
Nie mam nic zupełnie przeciwko kuchni polskiej. Ale lubię tez inne i z innych gotuję często i eksperymentuję ze składnikami i technikami.
Co jedzą zatwardziali konserwatyści kuchni polskiej 7 dni w tygodniu (oprócz wymienionych potraw i ryby z patelni w piątek)?
Może jest jakaś potrawa za którą przepadałam, a zapomniałam o niej?
Podzielcie się :)
W tym roku wzięłam się za ogrodnictwo i dzisiaj zrobiłam sałatkę! Opròcz tego multum pesto i mizeria ❤️
In my spring enthusiasm I planted sage along with other herbs.
Now I have no idea how to use it (apart from fry it in batter).
Any suggestions?
I have been on holiday in Turkey for a week. A nice resort with a stretch of beach.
On my first day, I arrived and went straight into the water. This massive dog was walking along the shoreline. People were dispersing like there was an angry crocodile coming.
But he just found a spot with no people, got into the water to cool down, and then left.
I jumped out of the water like there were piranhas after me. I ran to get some water, poured it into an empty cup, and he drank it gratefully.
He finished drinking and gave me THE LOOK. I know that look from home. It’s the “please pet me!” look.
So I started petting him, and my OCD went into overdrive because he was covered in tiny jumping black bugs.
I kept petting him for a while, then “firmly” said, “Okay, buddy, time to move on!”
And he looked at me and put his head between my legs — the universal sign for: “No!!! No stopping! MORE PETS!”
Of course, the next day I came back with a big bowl of beef, chicken, rice, and salmon stolen from the all-inclusive restaurant.
He is such a good boy!!!!
The next day, I asked the beach staff about the big fawn-coloured Kangal. They didn’t understand what I was saying and just waved their hands: “No danger! Good dog!”
They thought I was about to complain about a massive dog sitting on a sun lounger in the shade. Nothing could be further from the truth! I adored him.
I wanted to adopt him so badly!!!!
But there are two other problematic rescues waiting back home. We came by plane. There was no way to just take him to a vet and then onto the plane.
I know this. I am a grown-up.
But I still have this sense of loss.
He would have taken up most of my bed. But he was such a good and smart boy!
Please tell me I am being silly.
I’m on my first rewatch (I’ve been savouring it).
It hit me the first time, and it’s hitting me just as hard now.
There are so many great scenes, but as a mum myself, I think the most powerful one—the one that hits all the soft spots—is the conversation Hannah has with her mum in Episode 7.
Hannah is so sorry that she’s complicated their family’s lives. And then her mum asks, “What did you do wrong?”
That’s the key to the guilt, the anxiety, and great motherhood: she did nothing wrong.
I can only hope that my daughter will always find me to be as supportive and loving.
I’ve just started my first rewatch and I’m only on episode two.
Everybody seems to hate Sean, and I get it. He and Allie are clearly not a good match. But hear me out: I can also understand his point of view.
He has found someone he loves. Their relationship works for him, and he genuinely seems happy with what they have. He has a future lined up, a girlfriend he loves, and a life that, from his perspective, feels pretty perfect.
So when Allie wants more, he is genuinely baffled. He doesn't understand what is missing or why what they already have isn't enough. From his point of view, things are good — so why would they need to change?
Obviously, that doesn't make him right, and Allie is completely entitled to want something different. But there is something almost tragic about how incapable Sean is of understanding her perspective.
Poor Sean, in a way. He found what he wanted and can't understand why it isn't enough for someone else.
Oliwa, którą zazwyczaj kupuję, jest bardzo neutralna, niemal pozbawiona smaku: np. Monini GranFruttato czy Borges Classic. Ale nie oszukujmy się ich zaletą jest to, że są tanie i nie są niedobre.
Z kolei te, które smakują mi najmniej, są bardzo gorzkie i mocno trawiaste.
Próbowałam już naprawdę różnych oliw, ale na tym etapie trochę obawiam się wydawać kolejne 50–100 zł w ciemno, bez pewności, czy trafię w swój gust.
Najlepsza oliwa, jaką kiedykolwiek jadłam, pochodziła z Ligurii. Miała wyrazisty, charakterystyczny smak, ale bez tej mocnej, nieprzyjemnej goryczki.
Jeśli znacie oliwę dostępną na polskim rynku, która ma podobny profil — wyrazisty smak, ale bez przesadnej goryczy i „trawiastości” — będę bardzo wdzięczna za polecenia.
Jakiś czas temu przeprowadziłam się pod Poznań i mam trochę większy (niż w w Warszawie, Krakowie i Wrocławiu problem, żeby znaleźć coś ciekawego.
Moje kryteria są takie, że ma to być odpowiednie miejsce na randkę (w Poznaniu lub okolicach). Niekoniecznie "bułkę przez bibułkę i kelnerzy w muszkach", ale niekoniecznie mały bar z ceratami.
Nie chcę jeść schabowego, ani rosołu. Nie chcę pierogów z kapustą. . Nie koniecznie steak z żyrafy, ale coś ciekawego, nieoczekiwanego, lub w nowym wydaniu.
Do tej pory byliśmy w Nooksach (było fajnie i ciekawie daje 8/10), House of Hot Pot (też nowe doświadczenie).
Podpowiecie coś?
Dla mnie to córa (czemu nie córka?), pieniążki (czemu nie pieniądze?).
Również "włanczam" bo to nieprawidłowo a większość się uparła.
I "bidon" - bez powodu.
Jakie są wasze wkurzające słowa?
Przypomniało mi się "godzina czasu" (a czego k***a???) i "zawróć się" (zawróć wystarczy).
I na honorowym miejscu: "JAPKO"!
EDIT: I confirmed with the author and it is re-release. All five books have been re-written to work as one houseparty series with one family.
I've been following Caroline Lee for a while now, and I recently got a notification that her upcoming book, titled His Doxy, will be out soon.
I read the blurb, and some bells started ringing. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I realized I had already read this book.
*Society has a word for Athena Oliphant, and it isn't lady. She bore her son without a husband, told the gossips exactly what she thought of their opinions, and has spent five gloriously unrepentant years doing precisely as she pleases. She doesn't attend balls, she doesn't chase lords, and she absolutely does not care what the matrons of the Dumpkins house party whisper about her behind their fans.
What she does care about—rather inconveniently—is Cash, the golden-haired, broad-shouldered man she met by the river. He makes her laugh, helps their sons climb trees together, and has been very strongly hinting he'd like her to be his mistress.
She was going to say yes. She'd already decided.
Then Lady Dumpkins introduced them at the ball, and Athena discovered that Cash is short for Cashard — as in, the Duke of. As in, the cold and imperious marriage prize every mother at the house party has been scheming to catch all summer. As in, the man with too much honor to proposition an earl’s daughter, no matter how scandalous she might be.
But Athena has never been anyone’s secret, and she has no intention of starting now. If the Duke of Cashard wants her, he’ll have to decide whether he prefers Society’s approval…or the woman he’s already asked to scandalize him.*
And this is the blurb for another book by the same author, The Doxy and the Duke**:**
*Lady Raina Prince might be the daughter of a powerful Highland earl, but polite society wants nothing to do with her, thanks to the illegitimate son she bore five years ago. She wouldn’t trade wee Ewan for all the parties and musicales in the world, but when her old teacher, the Countess of Fangfoss, invites her and her five dearest friends to a summer house party, Raina can’t resist the chance to see her chums again. She brings Ewan along as a reminder to herself, and everyone else, that she’s not going to play their silly matchmaking games…and it works.
That is, at least until the day she takes her son swimming and meets a handsome and mysterious stranger enjoying the water with his son. What harm could there be in having some fun with a man who refuses to tell her his full name or rank? And if he thinks the worst of her…well, that could lead to some fun too!
The Duke of Cashingham has no time for frivolities, but he’s given his heir, Matthew, his word that he’ll make an effort to find a second wife. Thus, he has made a point of attending the Fangfoss affair to meet each eligible lady, and has been disappointed. But when he meets an intriguing—and obviously easy-virtued—Scottish lady by the river, he sees no harm in suggesting an informal liaison.
But the more time Cash spends with her, the more he realizes Raina is exactly the sort of woman he wants for a wife. Too bad a duke can’t marry his doxy...
It’s up to mischievous Ewan and studious Matthew to convince their parents that, not only are the two adults in love, but they have a chance at their very own Happily Ever After…before the end of the house party!*
I'm all for authors having favorite tropes, but this isn't just the same trope. It's an illegitimate child born five years ago, a summer house party, a duke named Cash, two boys becoming friends, swimming together, and the hero initially assuming the heroine would make a suitable mistress.
It looks like exactly the same book but with minor changes.
Szukałam subreddita o grillowaniu (w Polsce) i nie znalazłam.
Chcemy kupić grill gazowy z żeliwnym rusztem. Ale może wcale nie.
Doradźcie i wypowiedzcie się, bo to nasz pierwszy prawdziwy 😄
Będziemy grillować szaszłyki, burgery, kiełbasy, oscypki, halloumi i może kurczaki.
Chętnie coś uwędzę.
Docenie łatwe utrzymanie. Nie będę grillować codziennie tylko max 2 razy w miesiącu. Nie chcę żeby to było przedsięwzięcie na cały dzień.
Będę wdzięczna za sugestie i rekomendacje.
I’ve been thinking about education in Regency era (roughly post-Napoleonic Wars), and something doesn’t quite add up to me.
For women—especially in upper-class or aristocratic circles—the “ideal” education seemed to focus on things like music, languages, drawing/painting, and needlework. But these feel more like accomplishments or social polish rather than practical preparation for what was supposedly their main role: running a household after marriage, often a large and complex one.
Why wasn’t there more structured teaching around managing estates, supervising staff, finances, logistics, etc.?
On the other hand, men (especially from elite families) were sent to places like Eton College or Harrow School, where they studied classics, languages, history, maybe some mathematics. But many of them—particularly those inheriting land and titles—weren’t going into professions where they’d directly use that knowledge.
Their expected role was often to manage estates, oversee tenants, and participate in politics or society. Yet it doesn’t seem like that kind of practical training was the focus of their schooling either.
So I’m wondering:
What was the actual purpose of education for the upper classes in early 19th-century Britain?
Was it more about social signaling and class identity than practical preparation?
And if so, where (if anywhere) did people actually learn the skills they needed to run households or estates?