Sally Anns are one of my favorite cookies. By their taste alone, they evoke a sense of home and comfort, reminding me of the kitchen at my grandparents' place and the simple happiness of mid-afternoon sweets. They're the only food that evokes the thought, This would be better with a cup of coffee. Making them was a good Easter activity, especially as I was stuck away from the family due to unpacking (the books are now free!) and yard work shenanigans (such as finding a dead mouse in the yard, which was lovely). With help from my mom, I found the recipe in the family cookbook (my great-great-grandparents are on the cover, and other awesome old pictures are scattered throughout). I decided that the transgression of buying a can of Spam (just once) was worth it for the sake of the cookies. Poke holes in the bottom of the can to allow for air flow. I didn't have enough butter for a full batch, but half of one made 18 Cookies of Unusual Size. I made the mistake of...
Today, rather than performing an analysis of my recent obsession, Mumford and Sons, I'm directing you to some other people's reviews. They differ quite a bit, and one is even downright scathing (I don't see how anyone could hate them so much). Here, have a couple of music videos, too. Then, decide for yourself what you think of them.
I was just thinking of checking out their music. You must be psychic sis!
ReplyDeleteI read the scathing review. I know it's only his opinion, but he presents conclusions without exploring or even presenting the premises on which they're based.
ReplyDeleteThe only judgment he makes with actual evidence is one of the earlier ones in which he states that the band has derived their sound from so many other bands. Even that is not a real criticism, as if there are any bands around who don't have influences.
He seems more interseted in establishing his "indie cred" than prociding a useful review of the music. Damn hipsters.
~SU