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Diplomacy is the art of saying "Nice doggie" until you can find a rock.


Problems with the InterTubes last night - a slow, tortuous exercise that bought back unhappy memories of dial up - meant that my usual nightly post of one of my offspring wasn't going to happen with the kind of patience unavailable to me after a week of work.

Thus, you get this six week old shot of Ez looking like a Belarussian chef preparing calves tongue in 1976.

Enjoy!

Comments

Frank said…
I find calf tongue way too much like chewing my own tongue after a visit to the dentist. Belorussian? 1976? you have an amazing imagination.
Tash said…
I am enjoying! How cool is that stove and of course the chef is incomprable.
Sarah said…
Ooops, I can not see your this post's photo! some of blogspot servers are banned in Iran. I do not know what was our sin that we should stand such behavior in Iran?!
Dina said…
Sweet Ez.

Really. Last night I finally logged off and went to bed, after getting some weird "Sorry" notice from Google every time I tried to connect to a blog.
This morning I read about the problem in the news.
Roddy said…
If Ezra is to be the chef de la cuisine, then he can present calf tongues any way he wishes.
yamini said…
Cute chef!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Frank, I am a fan of Belarus. I can’t help myself, I blame the Draniki.
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, the stove was Henry’s birthday present last year, and has proven a winner.
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, I can see why the state would want to ban Ezra. He is a strong supporter of Shirin Ebadi. Maybe that has put him on the outer?
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, it has spread to Israel! I think that his relationship with Yariv Oppenheimer has caused some tension.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, he likes it raw...
Kris McCracken said…
yamini, terribly cute,
Sarah said…
Oh, cute Ez, I can see you now with proxy! Thank you for your good support! ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, I am glad that Ezra is coming through!

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