It is pork-free (ie: not from Sonic). This is not a sick joke, kids, I actually do like the taste. It isn't even because it brings back memories of Six Flags "over Mid-America" when I had one of my first, as a pre-teen, foot-long. Yes, it's all so obscene-sounding.
I've written about this lovely food before. And Pomegranate Pretty used to feature one as her self-image. Of course, she did just have a baby, so maybe it's a fertility symbol after all. I find they do not work, symbols. The tortoise is supposedly another representation of fertility, at least in some traditions (Polynesian, Greco, and Africa); I wear one around my neck. It was made in China of jade, so perhaps it picked up their additional connotations, the beast that carries the world on its back.
Needing to read twice? Any rambling about work is likely to be obscure, so it's not an indication of poor comprehension skills (more likely proof of what my Southern U.S. literature teacher once said: bad writing). It's all inside jokery.
I looked up three words today:
[Origin: 1250–1300; ME quilte < OF cuilte < L culcita mattress, cushion]
[Origin: 1175–1225; ME queinte < OF, var. of cointe clever, pleasing ≪ L cognitus known (ptp. of cognōscere; see cognition)]
[Origin: 1275–1325; ME cunte; c. ON kunta, OFris, MLG, MD kunte]
Yes, my job is quite marvelous. The worst part is that there are no corn dog vendors within walking distance.
I only put up that shot from the festival in June because the blog was looking so bland lately. I have no new photos; the only thing on the camera of late is another dead bird shot. This one is a nestling, and there are slugs.
So, you see.