Many mountains that I can breathe in

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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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[setsuled.livejournal.com]

has been recommended by The Internet Review of Science Fiction. This really pleases me.

Congratulations.

a bar of dark chocolate with ancho and chipotle chiles

That sounds really good. I've had a big craving for dark chocolate lately, too.

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Congratulations.

Thank you!

That sounds really good. I've had a big craving for dark chocolate lately, too.

It was surprisingly awesome chocolate: not so spicy it couldn't be eaten without bread and milk on hand, but no mere lip service to the idea of modern-day xocoatl either. I picked it up while in Bread & Circus. Once again, hunter-gatherer instincts save the day.

(Dark chocolate is magnificent stuff.)

[setsuled.livejournal.com]

I picked it up while in Bread & Circus. Once again, hunter-gatherer instincts save the day.

There are no Bread & Circuses around here, but it looks like they're part of Whole Foods, which are here. Maybe I can find some Red Fire Bars there . . .

(Dark chocolate is magnificent stuff.)

I just came out of a period where for some reason I had absolutely no taste for sweets. Then one night, I went out and had to get a bar of dark chocolate. Since then, my semi-regular 2am grocery shopping has seen me haunting the 24 hour stores for the hardest stuff I can find--I usually want no less than sixty or seventy percent cocoa.

[papersky.livejournal.com]

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.

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Because we had a bar of dark chocolate with ancho and chipotle chiles in the house,

[sigh]

This is the kind of statement you will never hear at my place. I can barely find 70% cacao bars, let alone with lovely spicy additions, in all of northeast Ohio.

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I can barely find 70% cacao bars, let alone with lovely spicy additions, in all of northeast Ohio.

That's what the internet is for?

[xterminal.livejournal.com]

Then there would be a paper trail, and my wife would know where the money was going. That would be... unfortunate.

(The heathen only eats milk chocolate.)

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Since then, my semi-regular 2am grocery shopping has seen me haunting the 24 hour stores for the hardest stuff I can find--I usually want no less than sixty or seventy percent cocoa.

I used to eat baker's chocolate. It made it very difficult for my mother to bake with.

(I also used to peel and eat lemons, so it's been established that my taste buds are wired for another planet.)

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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.

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.

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Ah, Kate got me one of those for Xmas that and the one with wasabi and black sesame seeds, which was, if you can believe it, even better.

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.

That's because it rocks.

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the one with wasabi and black sesame seeds

Okay. I must try this.

That's because it rocks.

Hee. Thank you!

[setsuled.livejournal.com]

(I also used to peel and eat lemons, so it's been established that my taste buds are wired for another planet.)


THRILL in TERROR as the uncivilised LOST BEAUTY OF THE WILDS tears apart ENTIRE LEMONS!! Steal her lemons AT PERIL OF DEATH by HER BRAIDED LEMON RIND SPEAR!!

It's a lot better than the time I ate a bucket of butter as a child.

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THRILL in TERROR as the uncivilised LOST BEAUTY OF THE WILDS tears apart ENTIRE LEMONS!! Steal her lemons AT PERIL OF DEATH by HER BRAIDED LEMON RIND SPEAR!!

Sir, you are made of awesome.

It's a lot better than the time I ate a bucket of butter as a child.

Eeek.

[setsuled.livejournal.com]

Sir, you are made of awesome.

Heh, thank you. But it is your wild, unfettered, lemon devouring savagery that inspires me. Seriously, I find it attractive and I'm not sure why.