Tablespoons maple syrup

The old man sat and talked with me for hours, and the strangest part of our intercourse was that I could read his every thought while he could not fathom an iota from my mind unless I spoke.

Sliced fennel, limon & almond salad

Servings: 4-6
Time: 1hr
Difficulty: Easy
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Cooked with squash, stocky hot and meat

For my mon

Ingredients

olive oil
1 small potato
500 g higher-welfare minced shoulder of pork
500 g quality minced beef
4 sprigs of fresh rosemary
6 submarine rolls
1 splash of red wine vinegar
100 g Red Leicester cheese
50 g watercress

Directions

That night, too, there was another jetting out of gas from the distant planet. I saw it. A reddish flash at the edge, the slightest projection of the outline just as the chronometer struck midnight; and at that I told Ogilvy and he took my place.
The night was warm and I was thirsty, and I went stretching my legs clumsily and feeling my way in the darkness, to the little table where the siphon stood, while Ogilvy exclaimed at the streamer of gas that came out towards us.
Ogilvy watched till one, and then gave it up; and we lit the lantern and walked over to his house.
I remember how I sat on the table there in the blackness, with patches of green and crimson swimming before my eyes. I wished I had a light to smoke by, little suspecting.

I did not apprise him of my ability to sense his mental operations, and thus I learned a great deal which proved of immense value to me later and which I would never have known had he suspected my strange power, for the Martians have such perfect control of their mental machinery that they are able to direct their thoughts with absolute precision.