Monthly Archives December 2012
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
So said Oliver Herford,
I memorized that poem as a kid, and I have thought of it every single December since, as well as other times, too. Today was the first cold day we’ve had, the first day I actually wore a coat out during the day to run errands.
Actually, yesterday was a bit more of a dark of December kind of day, today was brighter.
I made no cookies today. I did look at cookie recipes and got some cookie ingredients.
One of the places I looked was an old cookbook I had picked up at a yard sale somewhere, the kind that was some mother or grandmother’s COOKBOOK, the one where she stuck the recipes sh...Read More
So, today was the day to bake my peanut butter cookies.
I have been baking these cookies all my adult life. I’ve no idea where my mother got the recipe, I’ve never thought about asking her that until this moment, and it’s way too late for that.
My mother had good qualities and bad, though I tend to remember the bad ones. She was smart and educated, which was good. She was not pleasant, which was bad.
When she liked something I did, I got that from her. When she didn’t, I was just like my father.
She never told me I was stupid. She frequently told me I was lazy, and often told me I was fat and not pretty, though she rarely used those words. The message was there, however.
She loved poetry and passed on a love of it to me...Read More
So, I didn’t make a LOT of cookies today, but I did make one new batch and baked three kinds.
First, since someone asked in comments, please steal any recipes you like here. That’s the point of posting them, isn’t it?
Also, I found this for free in the Kindle edition: The Blogger’s Cookbook. It might not be free forever, or even long, but it is free when I post it and there is a free Kindle reading application for phones, computers, iMac items, etc. Seemed appropriate to post it.
Ok, so, today I baked, among others, Pomegranate Butter Cookies. I made these last year because I had a pomegranate and why the hell not?
slave drew really liked them, but I found them too salty, almost, so this year I tried again and increased the sugar just a bit, and I am very happy with them.
You know, I was thinking today, as I was making cookies, that it’s probably odd to many vanilla people, or would be if they read some of our blogs, and might even be strange to some kinky folks that we talk about so many non-kinky things in blogs.
I think for me, this is less about kink than it is about me, and being kinky, while a huge part of my makeup, is not the only thing I am. I am always a kinky person, but not everything I do revolves around kink.
I probably view things a bit differently because I am kinky, but there is still the non-kinky stuff of life, like making cookies and doing laundry and going to the grocery.
It would be nice, I suppose, to have this life where I never had to deal with those things, where some nameless elf slaves did all that and I sat on the sofa eating ...Read More
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
That’s a bit how I feel tonight. I have, I fear, been burning my candle at both ends and I am paying the price, such as it is, at the moment.
I’m still fighting that cold and the cold is, tonight at least, winning.
We had a Fringe Elements Board meeting last night and I talked a lot for three hours or so.
Then I made what I thought would be a quick customer service call for a domain issue, and it took 45 minutes, which was good because I got something settled, but still it was 45 minutes of talking.
I stayed up too late because I couldn’t sleep and then got up pretty early because all three dogs badly needed to get to the groomer.
Ok, so this has been a dramatic recipe exchange!
Causing me to dither slightly because I was worried I might not be doing what all the cool kids were doing or doing it right and causing other undue stress.
I can still get all dorky about not being one of the crowd.
Anyway, I went to look for a photo – mine are not made though all the stuff for them is on the kitchen counter – and found a couple that were clearly NOT RIGHT.
So, the recipe is called Santa’s Whiskers and they really are slave drew’s favorite...Read More
One thing I kept forgetting to mention was the actual Santa hat itself. It’s a really NICE Santa hat. I don’t know where I acquired it, but it’s one of those that is actually nice fake fur, and very plush.
It’s also enormous on me. I have a smallish head anyway and hats are usually big, but this one would fit Zardoz.
Anyway, it also has a big, puffy, plush white pom-pom ball on the end of it.
Which, if I turn my head quickly, hits me in the face.
The chin, specifically.
This offered me multiple opportunities to say, “I’ve had a ball hit my chin before, but usually it was a pair and they weren’t so fuzzy…”
I would also periodically catch Cerrin’s eye and shake my head to make it hit me. It made her giggle each time, and as someone else noted, when Cerrin giggles, Cerrin jiggles.
It seems like the weekend is taking nearly as long to tell about as it took to live through it, doesn’t it?
So what happened next?
When last we saw our hero, she had just presented Leather and been presented her own pin.
I should mention, or perhaps I shouldn’t, that I actually spent the entire event in a pair of white Scottie slippers. Fuzzy ones.
I also wore my Santa hat the entire time I presented Leather.
Along with the Scottie slippers.
It’s a really NICE Santa hat, if that makes a difference.
Anyway, once that was over, the event proper was kicked off.
And how did we do that, you might ask?
Let me set the scene.
The supporting players are Elf Devon and Panty Claus.
Elf Devon is an adorable boy, who was dressed in an elf’s vest, hat and ass-less undies...Read More
So, when last I left, we were at the Bizarre Bazaar and the party was about to start.
Actually, before it started, I took the opportunity to have the fabulous Sir Markos take some photos of me with slave drew for our Christmas picture.
He did a wonderful job and we ended up with at least three contenders for the position. I think it will end up being the one I posted last night, which I am referring to as “Peekaboo,” since I seem to be leaning to one side.
Later in the evening I had him take a few absolutely priceless photos with Elf Devon, one of which I posted here yesterday, too.
One of the things that has been important to me over the last few years is the bringing back of the tradition of earned Leather...Read More
So, I finally have time to talk about my very very busy weekend.
We have been preparing for our party for a month, at least. It’s actually probably more work than one might think. We don’t just decide to throw a party and then in a sort of 1930 Hollywood movie, the production number all comes together.
Can’t you see it?
The starlet rips off her square-shouldered pinafore and clunky-heeled shoes to reveal a patent bra top, super short skirt and thigh-high boots.
The hero’s bow tie morphs into a collar, and his clipboard into a paddle.
Their best friends – you know, the chubby, funny ones, the ones who would be played by Melissa McCarthy and Jack Black, would start wheeling out furniture, while singing something about Sweet Dreams or something...Read More