Tonguetwisters, work and offers of cake

Does anyone know if Greens' candidate Simon S keeps sheep? I can't ask him unless I see him and, as I pointed out yesterday, I do not seem to be a candidate-magnet. Maybe someone else could ask him? And then ask him if his sixth sheep is still sick? It makes such a good tonguetwister "Simon Sheikh's sixth sheep is still sick." (I wonder if he has many siblings, for then it could be "Simon's sixth Sheikh's sixth sheep is still sick."

My work-of-this-hour is all to do with householding in the Middle Ages (mostly in England) and if I had found any good jokes in it, I would have shared them instead of modifying tonguetwisters. My personal favourite tonguetwister is all about plums and peaches and is mostly one syllable repeated: all the best tonguetwisters are in Japanese.

My real news of the day is that I've decided to use sweet potatoes and heritage carrots and honey and fresh lemon and olive oil to make an alternate tsimmes. My contribution to tomorrow's dinner will be tsimmes-facsimile, ginger mushrooms, coffee, tea, chocolate and appallingly large amounts of honeycake. And apple and honey, of course. Pink Lady apples, picked last Saturday. Tested for crunch.

The honeycake this year has sultanas and whole glace cherries and Pfeiffer's muscat, and single origin arabica coffee and dark chocolate melted and stirred through and orange juice from Riverina oranges that were picked on Saturday (not from the same farm as the apples) and Australian honey and a touch of buckwheat honey and pullet eggs from the farmers' market and whatever else I decide to put into it in about an hour. If anyone wants some, I can bring it with me to Woden during my messages/candidate trawl and we can have a cuppa together and you can take home cake. I do need to not work Thursday, after all. In fact, I am totally supposed to not work Thursday, so am entirely open to meeting friends for a cuppa.