Occasionally, I twitter links to The Daughter’s wonderful cooking blog (parse that either way: it is both a wonderful cooking-blog and also — since she takes after her mother — a wonderful-cooking blog). A couple of days ago, I posted this:
Dirty weekends in Paris versus wearing Playboy bunny ears in a cheap motel @rumandreason: http://bit.ly/aLPuWl
The Daughter is much amused to report that this teasing pointer — read very largely by philosophers who follow the tweets (or the emphera here) — got her the highest number of daily page-hits ever. As she tartly observed, “I thought your lot were meant to be intellectual”.
But I’m of course sure that you were all just after the recipe for chocolate ice cream …