The end is nigh

Headline on this mornings l'Independant;

Bugarach attend la 'fin du monde'

Charming article about the mayors worries about

the influx of the deeply weird on his mountain.

Us informed residents have long expected the arrival of giant

green lizards there, either from inside the mountain where they

are hatching or from their space ships.

The mayor has noticed that there is funny stuff going on and that

the houses in his little commune are being let out to strangers,

french and foreign.

Will there be enough water for this crowd, he sensibly asks.

Dunno if lizards need water.

And on this day in 1953 Francis Picabia, French artist

died aged 74.

The Alice B. Toklas Cookbook (Gertrude Stein;Michael Joseph 1954);

Eggs Picabia

The only painter who ever gave me a recipe was Francis

Picabia and though it is only a dish of eggs it merits the

name of its creator.

Break 8 eggs into a bowl and mix them well with a fork,

add salt but no pepper. Pour them into a saucepan, no,

not a frying pan. Put the saucepan over a very, very low

flame, keep turning them with a fork while very slowly

adding in very small quantities ½ lb. butter – not a speck

less, rather more if you can bring yourself to it. It should

take ½ hour to prepare this dish. The eggs of course are

not scrambled but with the butter, no substitute admitted,

produce a suave consistency that perhaps only gourmets

will appreciate.

[many thanks to Robert for this info -]and apologies for strange layout, all out of control for unknown reasons