how inadvertent experiment powers culinary science (a “proven by science” co-production obv)
ok so the way we learn the history of science or the fine details of cookery it’s always presented like clever ppl sat and theorised, then[…]

eskimo pie!!
!!!!!!!!!![…]

“console yrself with the new bleep pop”
this wz the headline in metro – so i don’t actually know what the “new bleep pop” is exactly, as i couldn’t read over the fellow bus traveller’s shoulder w/o mak[…]

THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST
Christmas 1978

It never occurred to me that Lobster & Shrimp Fra Diovolo might not constitute a “real” Christmas dinner. It also never occurred to me that it was an especially Italian-[…]

During the recent FT server move, a massive and improbable system error generated this oddity on our new “essays” blog. Somehow it also managed to be published BACK IN TIME: Trashes to Trashes – A Tanya Headon time twister […]

aka Edvard Munch?s The Scream in film form. How much of a selling point was the cute moppet, head in hands, yelling. This is an idiosyncratic gesture considering the plot of the film. Certainly being left behind leaves Mac in a tough spot, but even w[…]

once again it is the outlier position producing the cherishable facts: a stout defence by the unpeeled-hard-boiled-egg=a-pie faction impelled sistrah becky to argue that, in that case, a PYRAMID must be a pie (providingof course the tomb remained un[…]

ANNALS OF KID SCIENCE
overheard, small sister (7?) and brother (8?) sitting together on a bus (the brother is the older one)
b: there IS no largest number! s: yes there is!* b: there could be a number that started at the beginning of this bus and […]

If you sing Blue Moon it’ll all be over soon
A starting discovery after an ill-advised trip to the dodgy late-serving Irish bar on Caledonian Road near Kings Cross (is the dodgy necessary or already contained within the words ‘near Kings […]

THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST
Christmas 1978

L-R: Grandpa, Aunt Pat, Tommy, Mom, Aunt Millie, Nanny, Me, Grandma, Holly, Bobby, Uncle John.
There’s me in mid-bodytwist, dodging Holly and Tommy, wearing a clingy lavender-color[…]