StillStunned
Mr Sticky
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As long as the thread is ready to spring into action as soon as the AI discussions flare up again, I'm happy to let it slumber for now.
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When done right, they're great.
A heavy, honey brown bread/cake loaded with dried fruits (apples, dates, cherries, cranberries, apricots and whatever else you can find at the time). Once cooked, wrap in cheesecloth and slather liberally with Frangelico, Amaretto, Peach or Apricot Brandy or similar. Store in a closed container and let sit for 30 days or more before indulging.
Nobody passes them along. They don't last long enough to get passed on. The liqueurs soak into the body and fruit and the whole thing becomes one with itself.
The doorstops full of candied 'fruit' and nuts sold at dollar stores give the delightful delicacy a bad name.
My family soaked dried fruits in spiced rum for a few days before making the cake.New topic ... fuitcakes!!!!
The food, not the people.
It's nearly time isn't it? A couple of years since I made Christmas fruit cake but I feel the time ( and can afford it!! )
I make mine with brown sugar and ginger liquor (red) or with honey and triple sec (white).1. good mulled wine
Never had a taste for it, but probably because I have never had a good one. My Christmas beverage is spiced hot apple cider. I flirted wih my first spouse originally over hot cider. My love for the cider has well outlived that marriage.1. good mulled wine
Yes! The only hot drink I enjoy!Never had a taste for it, but probably because I have never had a good one. My Christmas beverage is spiced hot apple cider. I flirted wih my first spouse originally over hot cider. My love for the cider has well outlived that marriage.
In my experience the Swiss and Italians do it very well. My week in Zermatt was delightfully fuggy.Never had a taste for it, but probably because I have never had a good one. My Christmas beverage is spiced hot apple cider. I flirted wih my first spouse originally over hot cider. My love for the cider has well outlived that marriage.
If we're still talking about mulled wine, the best I ever had was in Budapest.In my experience the Swiss and Italians do it very well. My week in Zermatt was delightfully fuggy.
Still want to go there some day. And to Salzburg and to Prague and Copenhagen.If we're still talking about mulled wine, the best I ever had was in Budapest.
There are still plenty of farms that make small batches of cider and sell them during tours.My problem is that I can no longer get real cider. Only store bought and shipped in from somewhere.
I grew up where I could get to any of 5 or 6 real cider mills where they pressed on site. I sometimes hit 2 in the same day just to taste the differences. You could be drinking what was an apple yesterday.
There isn't one within hours of me now.
We still have them, but I can think of two active apple orchards within a ten minute drive of my house. There may be more I'm not thinking about. My son's partner just picked a bunch of apples and made a big batch of apple butter.My problem is that I can no longer get real cider. Only store bought and shipped in from somewhere.
I grew up where I could get to any of 5 or 6 real cider mills where they pressed on site. I sometimes hit 2 in the same day just to taste the differences. You could be drinking what was an apple yesterday.
There isn't one within hours of me now.
Another reason why my redhead is the best wife in the whole world: she's taken me to all those places. Including Budapest.Still want to go there some day. And to Salzburg and to Prague and Copenhagen.
The people who made me spread my wings hold a special place in my black, calcified heart that is slightly less black and slightly less calciferous.Another reason why my redhead is the best wife in the whole world: she's taken me to all those places. Including Budapest.
Can I interest you in spending Christmas in Duluth, MN?7. the unquenchable hope for my first ever white Christmas
I did this in one of my most recent works. I decided I wanted to have an incredibly busty character but didn't want to say that, so instead I explored all the ways she might try to divert attention or cover herself, or how they would impact her life, etc. They come up in the story, sometimes, but always indirectly. I'm very proud of how it turned out.I was experimenting with trying to adapt 'negative space art' into writing. That phrase may be interpreted in various ways, but in the art class I was thinking of, the idea was to capture the shape of an object by drawing/painting the 'empty' space around it. How can that be rendered in text or verse? Kind of a "tell me without telling me" situation. I'm still probing the void, but I figured I might mention it to see if the concept provokes anyone else. Might be an interesting writing exercise for some.
For context, the idea came to me while I was trying to write a philosophical conversation between characters discussing how being part of a community 'compresses' people into 'shapes' that can fit (more or less) into the whole, and how being removed from that pressure can prompt them to develop in strange ways as their nature seeks to fill the social vacuum.
What a waste of brain cells! You could have just said she was 44DDD and moved on,I did this in one of my most recent works. I decided I wanted to have an incredibly busty character but didn't want to say that, so instead I explored all the ways she might try to divert attention or cover herself, or how they would impact her life, etc. They come up in the story, sometimes, but always indirectly. I'm very proud of how it turned out.
But then I never would have gotten to write this sentence:What a waste of brain cells! You could have just said she was 44DDD and moved on,![]()
Esther turned more toward the table, resting one elbow on the table, and Ruby swallowed hard. She'd done well not taking too much advantage of the angle, and Esther was always very careful to hold something in front of herself, but the other girl's relaxed, asymmetrical posture was making it very hard to ignore the fact that her chest must have measured somewhere closer to the middle of the alphabet than the beginning.
Do it.So are we done with fruitcake? I'd like to change the topic to boobs.