You know my issues with stew. Perfectly pounded Punxy pasties, perhaps?
And by gawd I do love that our broken lamppost looks so Narnia-esque.
It does look very Narnia. Where's Mr. Tumnus?! Also, stew issues? You eat chicken stew. Or are you doing that to humor me?
Somehow I don't think of that as stew. "True" stew involves stringy chunks of beef simmered in, I think, onion soup. Blarf.
Well, yeah, THAT is gross.