Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.

Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'


Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Beverly - Nov 23, 2006 11:24:40 am PST #3033 of 10004
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Mom wanted ham, so I got her a couple of thick slices and will heat those up and make gravy. StY and I have lemon pepper chicken, also from the deli--we're scattered this year, so the deli is mostly cooking for us. In a minute I'll move to the kitchen and make garlic mashed with cottage cheese and dill, steam the green beans and heat up the niblets corn and the sweet rolls. We'll have chocolate truffle cake, left over from StY's birthday day before yesterday, with ice cream for dessert.

Tryptophan dreams to all sweet Buffistas!


Daisy Jane - Nov 23, 2006 11:28:39 am PST #3034 of 10004
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

We had all the traditional stuff, plus buttermilk pie and port. Now nap. Later, crossbows.


brenda m - Nov 23, 2006 12:25:33 pm PST #3035 of 10004
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I had bacon egg and cheese hot pockets and candy cane hersheys kisses.


DCJensen - Nov 23, 2006 12:50:09 pm PST #3036 of 10004
All is well that ends in pizza.

I got a rock.


DCJensen - Nov 23, 2006 12:50:45 pm PST #3037 of 10004
All is well that ends in pizza.

"oops! wrong holiday."

t runs away


askye - Nov 23, 2006 1:37:18 pm PST #3038 of 10004
Thrive to spite them

My dad has gotten into wine collecting and so he brought several bottles over. There were 5 of us and I think a total of 6 bottles of wine. This included the strawberry kiwi flavored "wine product" that some how made it's way to the house. It's not bad for a wine spritzer type drink, but it didn't go with the Thanksgiving food.

Now we are cleaning up and eating some cheesecake. My brother and FSIL are going to go and pack more for their trip. (a quick plug for their trip -- www.kayakjourneys.com).


WindSparrow - Nov 23, 2006 2:17:16 pm PST #3039 of 10004
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Where's my damn House Elf.

Mmm, House as an elf. He could sing snide, snarky non-sense songs and generally not give straight answers to questions all day.

This included the strawberry kiwi flavored "wine product" that some how made it's way to the house. It's not bad for a wine spritzer type drink, but it didn't go with the Thanksgiving food.

Some foodie show on NPR we were listening to on the way over to Dan's aunt's appartment, the wine expert recommended any savory with a hint of sweet but not aged in oak wine to go with Thanksgiving food - to echo the savory-sweet theme of sweet potatoes and cranberry sauce. He recced sparkling Shiraz in particular, as the bubbles would cleanse the palate from all the salt and fat in the food.


Fay - Nov 23, 2006 2:45:31 pm PST #3040 of 10004
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Happy Turkey day!

...was it yesterday? Did I miss it already? (I'm in the 24th, but you folks are probably still in the 23rd, right?)

Oops.

Speaking of vegetarians and Moosewood cookbook, this is my first vegetarian thanksgiving and the only meat is the turkey.

Um.

t puzzled

By this standard of vegetarianism, all my family's meals are vegetarian. Which isn't to take away from the yumminess of your feast, which sounds very yummy indeed, and now I want mushroom pie. But I have to ask - how much meat is there usually?


Topic!Cindy - Nov 23, 2006 3:20:47 pm PST #3041 of 10004
What is even happening?

Maybe askye meant it's the first time she's celebrating Thanksgiving, as a vegetarian (in other words, there'll be turkey there, but not for her)? I didn't quite follow that, either. I'm thinking some of that wine her dad brought is no longer in the bottle!

I hope everyone has had/is having a nice day. Fay it's still Thursday and 8:15pm on the East Coast, as I'm typing this.

We had a good day at mum's, very quiet, but then the children put on an impromptu, improvisational (endless) play Christopher made up.

Before dinner, mum put out stuffed celery (stuffed with plain cream cheese, and with cream cheese with chives), sweet pickles, other pickled do-dads (I saw cauliflower and onions, but I was too busy with the celery and pickles), and an assortment of olives (some with minced garlic and other fancy stuff).

For dinner, we had turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, green beans, pearl onions, scalloped oysters, squash baked with apples, butter, and brown sugar (acorn squash though, not butternut -- bah, too stringy), and both smooth and whole fruit cranberry sauce. Oh and cornbread, and rolls.

My pumpkin pie was no worse for all the abuse it suffered, if you could ignore the crust edge. Decidedly edible. The chocolate cream pie was quite good. Chris is the only person who opted for the (last minute rescue store bought) apple pie, but then he forgot about it, when Nana put a scoop of ice cream on his plate. The wine was Blackstone's Napa Valley Merlot (much better than their California Merlot). There was also coffee, and tea.

Am tired. Want to tuck the children in very soon. I miss having Thanksgiving with a big crowd, though.

(Edited, because I forgot to mention the cranberry sauce. Can't have that. Edited again, because I forgot more.)


WindSparrow - Nov 23, 2006 3:28:13 pm PST #3042 of 10004
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.