Am I the only one with plain flour on my hands that didn’t know that “EVOO” means Extra Virgin Olive Oil?
It’s hotter than my oven outside, well nearly … well not even … but exaggeration is all part and parcel of fishing and baking, I reckon. Heck, where was I? Oh, yes, it’s 30.2C outside, my brain hurts, my joints hurt (I suspect there’s a change in the weather ahead), so I’m spending the afternoon reading bread forum messages, trying to find the answer to why my latest loaf of bread looks like an extra in a Japanese B-Movie. “Godzilla vs. the Loaf”, “Exploding Loaf Leaves Tokyo Crumby” or the likes. I’m incognito; I’m a guest; I’m that shadow lurking over your shoulder reading what you’ve written. Every few minutes I encounter this mysterious word EVOO. Eeeevooooo, Eeeeevooooo, I say to myself, hoping that the sound will ring a bell of familiarity. Nothing. So, I type in my browser’s address field, “What is EVOO.” Suddenly I’m staring at line after line of info on extra virgin olive oil. There are also a few lewd results about oiling virgins, extra virgins … and you get the idea. I’m contemplating the need to slap a parental control on myself so I don’t have to read that stuff.
I sure hope there’s rain in the forecast because I think I’m sweating EVOO from my pores.
And this is my first Letter in the Alphabet for August: A is for Acronym. Join in the fun and read the details here.