I made perhaps some of the best meatballs I've ever made last night for today's work party, and a pretty good thick sauce -- they were universally enjoyed, and there's a few left for dinner tonight. Unfortunately, it was one of those office parties where many people decided against using the clever, useful signup sheet for what to bring, and as a consequence, there were six loaves of bread and no pasta for the meatballs & sauce. Fortunately, people were content to sop up sauce with bread.
I made some pasta to eat it for dinner, though. And I brought home one of the loaves of bread. Then I ate a handful of chocolate chips because I was craving dark chocolate. Not the best diet day.
On July 17, 1797, English member of parliament Lord Thurlow announced that barbers and surgeons, who were once somewhat indistinguishable, were thereafter obliged to use different-looking, spirally painted poles for their street signage. Henry Reddall’s Fact, Fancy, and Fable (1889) reported: “The barbers were to have their blue-and-white striped [poles], with no other appendage. But the surgeons were to have a [silver blood-collection] pot on the bottom with a red [stripe representing a bloody bandage] to denote the nature of their vocation.
London’s last barber-surgeon was a man named Middleditch, of Great Suffolk Street. He died there in 1821.” Middleditch specialized in tooth extraction, which he advertised in his shop window with a huge pile of hundreds of his extractions, much as photo developers once displayed empty film cartridges.
I read that and realized that the original setting of Sweeney Todd in the Georgian/Revolutionary era was more accurate than the later Victorian representations…
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