Many mountains that I can breathe in

[sovay]

My story "Notes Toward the Classification of the Lesser Moly" (Zahir #12) has been recommended by The Internet Review of Science Fiction. This really pleases me.

Because we had a bar of dark chocolate with ancho and chipotle chiles in the house, my father and I made chicken with mole poblano tonight. We made up half the recipe and nobody wrote any of it down. I've started to feel as though I should keep lab notes for the kitchen.

Tomorrow, nineweaving and I plan to watch The Wicker Man (1973). Based on xterminal's review, however, I think we will be avoiding the recent remake like the plague.

To everyone who commented on or even read the last post: thank you. It's a way of keeping memory. The candle's burned out; I am not the only one who knows her stories.

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I knew someone who used to keep a tape recorder in the kitchen to make notes aloud of what she was doing so it could be repeated. Then she got me to type it up -- yikes, lots of "7.45, adding two carrots, cross-hatched".

I had a friend, who is dead now, who loved the original Wicker Man, and told me the plot, because this was before DVDs, and if not quite before videos, neither of us had one and it wasn't the sort of thing you'd expect to see on video anyway. I haven't seen it, but thinking about it makes me think of the smell of her kitchen.

[sovay]

I knew someone who used to keep a tape recorder in the kitchen to make notes aloud of what she was doing so it could be repeated.

My mother remembers that her parents once decided to tape a family dinner together so that they could have a record of these happy moments when they were all older. When my aunt dumped her glass of milk onto my uncle, my grandfather got up and turned the tape recorder off.

Then she got me to type it up -- yikes, lots of "7.45, adding two carrots, cross-hatched".

You are a valiant friend. How were the recipes?

I haven't seen it, but thinking about it makes me think of the smell of her kitchen.

That is lovely.