Such is the lead time for this august journal that my fair hand is penning these pearls some three days before Christmas past. You remember Christmas? I am currently sitting listening to Prince (oris it Wagner?) and contemplating the abundance of my presents. And guess, dear reader, what I have grasped in my right hand? No, I have put the pen down and have taken up something else with a phallic name, if not shape. A cocktail is the answer, and it is to this wonder of humanity that we turn our correct line contemplation.
Recommended CitationCottier, Penelope, Correct Line Cooking: Moving and Shaking, Australian Left Review, 1(136), 1992, 48-48.