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My godchild said I looked amazing in this picture, so I'm sharing it. We now have matching Sir Fabulous T-shirts.
There was an extraordinary moon earlier this evening, a parchment lantern against dusk-blue. Patches of snow are still shining in the moonlight. I made fig-jam hamantashn for the first time ever and they aren't half bad. I am re-reading Tom Holt's Goatsong (1989), which I last read in 2015 when![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
choco_frosh gave it to me. I had entirely forgotten it begins with the Plague of Athens.
There was an extraordinary moon earlier this evening, a parchment lantern against dusk-blue. Patches of snow are still shining in the moonlight. I made fig-jam hamantashn for the first time ever and they aren't half bad. I am re-reading Tom Holt's Goatsong (1989), which I last read in 2015 when
choco_frosh gave it to me. I had entirely forgotten it begins with the Plague of Athens.
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Fig-jam ones sound really lovely.
P.
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*hugs*
Fig-jam ones sound really lovely.
My only problem is I want to eat them with some kind of goat or sheep's milk cheese!
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I can quite see why goat or sheep's milk cheese seems like a natural companion to those hamantaschen.
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