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Pansy Lucretia Parkinson-Lewis' InsaneJournal:
| Thursday, December 24th, 2009 | |
| 8:27 pm | ( charmed private ) As the evening wears on, the children sleep and the school is quiet. I've gifts enough, I believe, to make the holidays seem proper, and I've made honeycakes for morning, and brought eggs from Lisa's. We shall sing and make the day as merry as we can. |
| Tuesday, November 24th, 2009 | |
| 12:31 pm | Were I at the home I left more than two years ago, in the States, we would be readying this week for our Thanksgiving holiday. It is a time to give thanks for the bounty every family has, and i general, is taken as a time to overindulge in both food and family. Our children learn of pilgrims and of the kindness of strangers who helped them survive. I can't say I've ever really thought about it as more than a time to cook a turkey and bake my daughter's favorite pumpkin pie. For the last couple of years, I haven't thought about it at all. But this year Peony reminded me that we have so many things to be thankful for. We are here. We are alive. The world may not be the one we think we should have (someone, no matter how thankful, still bemoans the loss of her precious internet) but we have more than those who have passed on. At times we even have the kindness of strangers, or of those who we once did not know, or perhaps refused to know. And we have discovered that if we work in concert, we can have more than we have alone. I am thankful. We have a chance. ( private to Marcus ) ( private to Ash & Graham ) ( private to Neville ) ( private ) |
| Thursday, November 12th, 2009 | |
| 8:28 am | It seems I may well yet survive. This is the first morning in a long while I feel clear-headed. I slept longer than I intended, and it seems the fever has broken while I slept. I can't say this is an advantage, being clear-headed. It only makes what I see that much more difficult. |
| Tuesday, October 13th, 2009 | |
| 5:50 pm | I was organizing things in the kitchen this afternoon and found a bag that I had never quite unpacked for some reason I can't recall. Within was a whole nutmeg, a tiny rasp that I'd tucked in there to go with it, and a small bottle of vanilla still half full. Being as the last few days have been difficult, I thought perhaps Peony and I could use a bit of a pick-me-up, so I splurged and used a teaspoon of it on something utterly frivolous. I had eggs from Lisa, and a tin of sweetened condensed milk, so with those and the vanilla and a bit of water I made a lovely custard. I didn't waste sugar on caramel for it, not when it is so precious, but a bit of honey drizzled over the top was lovely. Peony complained that I had not found chocolate, and I found myself quoting Alton Brown at her: The word "vanilla" has come to mean "bland, boring, commonplace". Pretty strange when you consider that this rare pod grows on an orchid that can only be pollinated one day a year and contains more flavors and aroma compounds than you can shake a rolling pin at. Yes, Robert loved that show dearly enough that I found myself memorizing several passages. I've always loved chocolate; who doesn't? But vanilla has a lovely flavor, and I find it incredibly sad that this small bottle may be the last I ever see of it. It shall be a long time before I let myself use it again. ( private ) |
| Tuesday, October 6th, 2009 | |
| 2:59 pm | |
| Sunday, September 27th, 2009 | |
| 2:35 pm | It has been a long week. Marc has brought Ethan by to help most days, which has distracted Peony from her moodiness. However, it hasn't left time for me to do things without her at my heels, to plan for her birthday in two weeks. I did, however, begin looking for a place in Outer York for a restaurant, and the more I search, the less I find that I wish to travel so far. I may yet look for something closer to home, so that it can be better paired with the farm and not have so far to go. I am also considering speaking with Lisa to see if she'd like to work together, so that neither of us needs to go to market on a daily basis. If we were to unite, taking each other's wares, we could each have more time at home to work on the farm as well. ( charmed very private ) |
| Friday, September 11th, 2009 | |
| 9:13 am | If anyone is looking for my baked goods, I'll be at market early today. I plan to spend the afternoon searching for a potential location for a restaurant |
| Saturday, September 5th, 2009 | |
| 8:39 pm | Ashley Folliot-Brown and Matthew Kirke, you have accomplished something many would have killed to accomplish. I am speechless. Thank you, and thank you to everyone else who helped. I will be sure to have more food available tomorrow. ( hexed very private ) |
| Friday, September 4th, 2009 | |
| 10:39 pm | According to Peony, I am now a Cougar. I can't think she has that definition quite correct. |
| Sunday, July 19th, 2009 | |
| 7:19 pm | So here we are in York, or at least the Borderlands. We've a place, such as it is, and we'll have a roof over our heads. I suspect we shall be quite busy over the next weeks making certain our place is set for winter. But we are safe, and settled. ( private ) |