I AM NOT ASHAMED that until today/recently, I believed...

That Alfred, Lord Tennyson had written a lengthy (yea verily, nigh interminable) series of stanzas about “The Lady of Shallot”, presumably indicating a secret scullery-maid origin. (Though I do like a number of the many oil paintings done over the years depicting her.)

Then when I looked up what “shallots” really were on Wikipedia and what they had (not) to do with the Lady, I discovered that “flavonoids” were NOT a made-up term invented by Madison Ave. to help sell bad frozen pizza or something.

World, take note: I was much happier in my cocoon of ignorance. I demand that I be allowed to set my own framework for truth. Please refrain from such random disabusing in the future. I warn you, I have lawyers at my disposal.

More than one? How do you keep them in sink?

You pronounce shallot funny.

Great song by Enya.

Loreena McKennitt

There’s not a lot of water in the sink. It’s shallo(t).

Her version is the only thing that makes Tennyson remotely tolerable.

You left the “e” off. http://www.townofshallotte.org/