A pancake house near me has "clam pancakes" on the menu. I have never had the courage to order it, even though I'm pretty sure clams don't make me hurl. (I have a fish/seafood allergy the extent of which is uncertain.) But I confess to a lingering morbid curiosity. Clam... pancakes. Clam. Pancakes. Those two words just don't seem to go together in my brain.
Another pair that took me a while to accept was the phrase "ground failure". Obviously they were talking about earthquakes, but not just shaking. I couldn't quite imagine what a "failure" of what you stand on would be. "Including liquefaction," the text continued. Ground... failure. Ground. Failure. I couldn't make that connection for the longest time.
Another pair that took me a while to accept was the phrase "ground failure". Obviously they were talking about earthquakes, but not just shaking. I couldn't quite imagine what a "failure" of what you stand on would be. "Including liquefaction," the text continued. Ground... failure. Ground. Failure. I couldn't make that connection for the longest time.
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This discussion "breakfast from the sea" brought on by clam pancakes has inspired me to tell my "fish biscuits" story... I'll post it soon.
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I don't tend to like maple syrup all that much. I don't really like syrup, even. I loooove boysenberry, enough that it will overcome my dislike of syrup and I'll sometimes actually USE boysenberry syrup, but I am pretty sure I would NOT like boysenberry sausage.
Clam pancakes. Ground failure. Boysenberry sausage. :-)