Blood Blister Blog.

Das große Geheimnis aller delikaten Salate ist die Soße.

I don’t know what a ‘Geheimnis’ is, but I’ll assume for the sake of not losing all credibility on my first post on ‘Blood Blister’, that it’s definition has some correlation to what in English might be called a ‘game changer’. They also do share the same first letter- but don’t let that fall you. The actual first letter of the word in English comes more than 17 letters following G in the English Alphabet. I counted on my fingers.

‘Geheimnis’, in fact, means ‘Secret’.

Quite a behemoth of a first topic. So I won’t cover it.

Actually, I think I might try. I was told a secret today. It related to diary reading, and I think was revealed with the expectation of a greater reaction than that with which it was met.

I am known to be something of a snooper. So I guess that is how this entry will end. With a secret of my own, emanating not from a tightly bound (and, if my imagination allows, pink-padlocked) diary, but from a book entitled Salate.

Images attached above.

Salate, Inge Zechmann, 1974