Just tonight I went out and had a "turkey dinner" from one of the gajillion restaurants in my neighborhood that tries to do American classics with "a twist"-- it had weird tasting cranberry relish. When I got to the bottom I realized why. Black licorice! WTF?
Does anybody mind if I pass out?
Willow ,'Beneath You'
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
bon bon - Nov 02, 2005 5:40:37 pm PST #947 of 10006
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
sarameg - Nov 02, 2005 5:41:18 pm PST #948 of 10006
See, I can't see adding any more flavor to relish. But I suppose cooking a wee bit mellows it. But...NO. I like it fresh and painfully tart.
But I suppose the recipe is delish, regardless.
Just not mine!
Lee - Nov 02, 2005 5:41:39 pm PST #949 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ewww, bon bon.
sarameg - Nov 02, 2005 5:42:28 pm PST #950 of 10006
Licorice is a bit much. I like fennel and its cousins fairly well, but not with THAT.
Betsy HP - Nov 02, 2005 5:43:27 pm PST #951 of 10006
If I only had a brain...
I think you mean The Great Influenza. The Great Mortality was about the Black Death.
Le oops. You're quite right. I picked up the wrong book from the floor next to the bed.
I can do you a good line of recommendations in poisons, too.
aurelia - Nov 02, 2005 5:53:05 pm PST #952 of 10006
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
A year after a given strain hits your immune system, its surviving descendants are very likely to be completely unrecognizable as far as your antibodies are concerned.
I had a very nasty flu (doc's couldn't identify it, so it must've been a new one) just before my sophomore year in college. I didn't catch another flu for at least 6 years after that and I know I was exposed plenty. Even in the last couple of years, when I've been surrouded by sickies I've sometimes felt tired and achey for a day and then felt fine after that. I think my antibodies are pretty good at the recognition thing.
Of course this means something like the 1918 influenza would turn me into a puddle of white cell goo.
Kathy A - Nov 02, 2005 6:08:36 pm PST #953 of 10006
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Yup -- the one plague in history where being outside the 20-40-and-healthy demographic was a plus.
IIRC, the second wave of Black Death in 1361 hit the teen-30 population worse than the next older group, which was a big difference from the 1347 inital outbreak. After that, the occasional outbreaks seemed to hit new populations that hadn't been born during the prior outbreak the worst.
Jesse - Nov 02, 2005 6:15:42 pm PST #954 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
But...NO. I like it fresh and painfully tart.
Mmmm... me too.
P.M. Marc - Nov 02, 2005 6:24:39 pm PST #955 of 10006
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
We usually have a relish and a cooked sauce made with cranberries, port, and various spices.
Consuela - Nov 02, 2005 6:25:23 pm PST #956 of 10006
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Last year I got a killer cranberry sauce recipe off LJ: it calls for fresh ginger and oranges. OMG so good. I'm never making straight cranberry sauce again.
My brother-the-doctor was on NPR a couple of months ago, talking about avian flu. He wasn't optimistic.