Martin has Tangled Bank #89 up at Aardvarchaeology. Bring a packet of something light; a vinaigrette perhaps, but never something as uncouth as ranch or blue cheese. The shoots are tender, after all.
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I'm home. It's been a very long day with horrible flight delays, and I'm grouchy. I must frog blast the vent core.
[Editor's Note: on Friday the narrator lost his little self-esteem-raising med quiz, which apparently was written on the back of a receipt from Rutto's Trattoria.
I'm all out of deep thoughts for the moment, so why not just have a look at this article about an attempt to engineer a better broccoli: