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My summer reading list... Pride and Prejudice by Donald Trump: An autobiography.     What Kind Of Fool Am I? by Jeremy Corbyn: Speaks for itself. The Animal Firm by Rudy Giuliani: Lawyers challenged by truthiness. Eat, Drink, Comb by Boris Johnson: The zen of scalp maintenance. Norwegian Wood by Madonna: Searching Scandinavia for the right man. How Brown Was My Valley by Scott Pruitt: He tried. The Pussy Monologues by Donald Trump: It'll grab you. King Leer by Harvey Weinstein: Absolute power corrupts.  Flowers in the Attic by Bill Clinton: Where else would he put her? The Mitch in the Willows by Senator McConnell: Public service leads to Toady Hall. The Lyin' King by Donald Trump: A political procedural. Where the Child Things Are by Betsy DeVos: Searching to understand education. The Magic Bus by Nigel Farage: Who? Eat, Drink, Comb by Donald Trump: See above. The Moose Trap by Boris and Natasha: With props to Agatha Christie.


If your family in the USofA owned a television in the early days of broadcasting and as a child you were given the opportunity to watch it, you had many shows to choose from. They're considered classics now. Generally shown during late afternoons or on the weekends, kid shows included Lassie , Rin Tin Tin , Leave It to Beaver , Sky King , The Lone Ranger , Father Knows Best , Zorro , Make Room for Daddy, and a bunch more. Simple tales for a simpler time. I didn't really enjoy the most popular kid shows that featured puppets. I was too young for Kukla, Fran and Ollie and too old for Lamb Chop.  But there was one show that featured puppets and a couple who lived in a pot-bellied stove and giant talking dogs and a guy with a big bow tie. That guy was Soupy Sales and the show was Lunch with Soupy Sales and it was positively revolutionary. Check out this clip. It's eight minutes long. Settle in for some silliness. Other than the fact that this clip always makes me laugh


Not everyone visits restaurants regularly. Not everyone enjoys driving to get to a meal or the drive to get home after a meal. Not everyone enjoys eating in public. And not everyone is willing (or able) to pay for someone else to do the cooking. But many of us don't mind the drive, don't mind eating in a room full of strangers as long as their kids behave, and don't mind paying for the experience as long as we receive value for dollar...or euro. I have to tell you that I'm getting tired of eating at the same restaurant. I don't mean the same restaurant at the same address. I mean the same, typical French restaurant with a lunch special that gives you value for dollar...or euro...and throws in the occasional surprise. We've eaten at dozens of them. All slightly different, but all with a thing or two to recommend them. The latest? La Table de Mel in Thezan-les-Beziers. I chose La Table de Mel as the meeting place for friends in for a visit to their holiday


You heard me. Meet the Meat . That's not a translation. That's its name. Meet the Meat . Regular visitors to my blog are aware that I'm not enamored of French beef. The typical bavette or faux filet that appears on many menus as steak/frites is to this American's taste the equivalent of game meat, not appropriately marbled and a bit too chewy. That's why I was curious about a restaurant called Meet the Meat only a few blocks from our recent rental in Toulouse. I mean, you really have to think that you have meat figured out to put it up on the marquee like that. So we decided to try it. On the way, we passed one of a chain called L'Entrecote , which translates loosely as Rib Steak . They apparently sell steak by weight and have quite a reputation. The line waiting for the first seating was out the door and down the block. Across the street, at Meet the Meat , we were the first to be seated. No line. No waiting. As our meal progressed, and as Meet the Mea