oo1. It's the memory of our betters that are keeping us on our feet.
Naan enna seyyanum? What can I do? This shows me, again, it's all arsed all over to hell. Maybe I'm just a band-aid for hungry kids. Maybe everything's past fixing. I'd bleed for you again; Naan Unnai Kadalikiren, Sri Lanka, and I want to be buried with you.
carrots
celery
coconuts
cacao
saffron
rose water
cardamom
nutmeg
fresh cinnamon sticks
eggs
cashews
raisins
fish--check on fresh snapper
melon
passion fruit
chili
onions
limes
It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad world in the Compendium, apparently. And I wondered why I hadn't used mine in so long.
Who's going to what party, then?