"Ratty, my dear little man! Come along in, both of you, at once. Why, you must be perished. Well I never! Lost in the snow!"…The kindly Badger thrust them down on a settle to toast themselves at the fire, and bade them remove their wet coats and boots. Then he fetched them dressing gowns and slippers, and himself bathed the Mole's shin with warm water and mended the cut with sticking plaster till the whole thing was just as good as new if not better. In the embracing light and warmth, warm and dry at last, with weary legs propped up in front of them, and a suggestive clink of plates being arranged on the table behind, it seemed to the storm-driven animals, now in safe anchorage, that the cold and trackless Wild Wood was miles and miles away, and all that they had suffered in it a half-forgotten dream.
"We are an enduring lot, and we may move out for a time, but we wait, and are pateint, and back we come. And so it will ever be."
"For others the ausperities, the stubborn endurance, or the clash of actual conflict…; he must be wise, must keep to the pleasant places in which his lines were laid and which held adventure enough."
It's also Barbie's birthday! She turns 53 in 2012 but really doesn't look it!
Today's so-called exotic dish suggestion from the 365 Foreign Dishes, published in 1908, is what they call Bavarian Cabbage Salad (a type of slaw with cooked mustardy dressing).
