Brandy cherries
Dec. 14th, 2009 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zhie...are doing well. VERY well.
Yumm... too bad those by themselves can't count as cookies.
Y'know what? I think I'm going to devise a recipe for fruitcake people will actually eat.
It will contain lots of alcohol, and also, not be some rock hard thing best used as a paperweight
Indeed, I'm already plotting a brandied cherry angelfood cake... anyhow...
Artanis is so silly. She's sitting at the top of the steps calling out because Mark's upstairs and I'm downstairs and she's not sure who to snuggle with (silly kitty)
Oh, and I am all for hand washing. I thought of this as I was fixing the toilet and the buzzer went off for the cookies downstairs. I have totally not only been washing hands after using my mad plumbing skillz, but also, between every cookie batch, because with so many nuts (not me, in the cookies) I didn't want to take the chance... also, used different baking racks, and, bagged each type individually.
And also, Chocolate Charlie is AWESOME. (shun... shun the nonbelievers... shun... sorry...)
I actually had something meaningful to add, but, yeah, I lost it. Go figure.
Ah, Artanis decided to come down here. Oh, it's nuzzle time. Wait, I spoke too soon, it was really try to drink out of my water glass time.
Damn, there's some good lines in this story that probably won't be used... part of me wants to try to turn it into a stand alone piece, and part of me is seriously reconsidering again. In one way, it's perfect. In another way, it makes me (and Turgon-muse --- trust me on this Jake) want to hurl just a little bit. Or at least make gagging noises.
I just have to remind myself it wouldn't work. One character who was too obviously perpetually horny, and another who seems now to want nothing to do with sex. So that would be bad, in the end.
But I have six really great --- oh, there's the buzzer...
I... might be back. I don't know how many batches are left.
Lucky you. It's like Russian roulette. Will there be another post... or not?
Yumm... too bad those by themselves can't count as cookies.
Y'know what? I think I'm going to devise a recipe for fruitcake people will actually eat.
It will contain lots of alcohol, and also, not be some rock hard thing best used as a paperweight
Indeed, I'm already plotting a brandied cherry angelfood cake... anyhow...
Artanis is so silly. She's sitting at the top of the steps calling out because Mark's upstairs and I'm downstairs and she's not sure who to snuggle with (silly kitty)
Oh, and I am all for hand washing. I thought of this as I was fixing the toilet and the buzzer went off for the cookies downstairs. I have totally not only been washing hands after using my mad plumbing skillz, but also, between every cookie batch, because with so many nuts (not me, in the cookies) I didn't want to take the chance... also, used different baking racks, and, bagged each type individually.
And also, Chocolate Charlie is AWESOME. (shun... shun the nonbelievers... shun... sorry...)
I actually had something meaningful to add, but, yeah, I lost it. Go figure.
Ah, Artanis decided to come down here. Oh, it's nuzzle time. Wait, I spoke too soon, it was really try to drink out of my water glass time.
Damn, there's some good lines in this story that probably won't be used... part of me wants to try to turn it into a stand alone piece, and part of me is seriously reconsidering again. In one way, it's perfect. In another way, it makes me (and Turgon-muse --- trust me on this Jake) want to hurl just a little bit. Or at least make gagging noises.
I just have to remind myself it wouldn't work. One character who was too obviously perpetually horny, and another who seems now to want nothing to do with sex. So that would be bad, in the end.
But I have six really great --- oh, there's the buzzer...
I... might be back. I don't know how many batches are left.
Lucky you. It's like Russian roulette. Will there be another post... or not?
