"It was mead"

 Quote of the week explanation

 

Preston.

 

*Cough* what? 

 

Not sure where that came from. Anyway, this quote was uttered as a result of the following series of events. One of the Elders in our zone fancies himself a chef, and he was planning on making some sort of dish this week that he was missing one ingredient for: honey. He asked some of the other elders in the zone if they had a jug of honey he could borrow, and some rummaging through their kitchen cupboards revealed that they did, in fact, have a very old container of the stuff. We brought it over to them when we were swinging by their area, and didn't think any more of it. Until, that is, we heard the rest of the tale. Apparently, the honey was so old that it was completely hardened and unpourable. He reached a spoon into the container and chipped some out, and put it into his mouth for a taste... Immediately it started foaming and foul fluids began flowing down his throat. In horror, he spit it out and quickly called his mom (don't worry folks, it was pday) and asked the winning question: can honey go bad? Well, turns out that if one adds water and gives it enough time, it ferments into a form of alcohol commonly referred to as mead. That's right, a couple of missionaries were just chillin' with mead in their apartment. 

 

Mornin' ladies n' 'gents. Fine time to be alive.

 

I'll get straight to the juicy bit as I understand you are all rather pressed for time;

We did some stuff this week. In fact, I would dare say that the things which we did would be considered in some climes (if not all) to constitute of missionary work. It's rather interesting how things like that work out, eh?

 

We had a few lessons and all I can say about that is Beijing huanying ni.

 

Heck, we even made a phone call or two! (Or maybe even more that that 😲)

 

I'm not sure what else to write about actually, as as much as we did do none of it was particularly noteworthy in things that any of you would care to read about, heh heh.  So, I will therefore cease in my wasting of your time and allow you to continue along your merry way.

 

See ya.

 

P.S. Wei ni kaitian pidi

 

P.P.S. Rang women dou jiayou qu chaoyue ziji.

 

P.P.P.S. Andre the Giant