I had Turkish Delight from a Turkish camper (back when I was a camp counselor) brought that month from Turkey, and I thought it was de-lish. It might have just been that particular kind, though. The kid's dad was loaded and sent her with all kinds of luxuries.
Lorne ,'Smile Time'
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm sure that I had some cheap mass produced crap. I suspect that real turkish delight is quite nice.
I finally had the real stuff and it was MUCH better than prior domestic versions.
Not quite the ambrosia Edmund adores, but I suppose it could be pretty exotic to a war-time English kid.
Yeah, I've never tried any other kind. I'm sure I'd be disappointed after having "My Father Owns Oil Fields" Turkish Delight.
ETA: This lolcat makes me miss my Shepherds SO MUCH. [link]
I should be wrapping gifts and setting to box a bunch for shipping tomorrow. Instead I'm snoozing on the couch watching tv. Ugg. I did the shopping, can't someone else do the other stuff?
:: xmas spirit mysteriously vanished ::
Sean, backflung.
Hi. I've had a max of three hours of uninterrupted sleep in the last two nights. I've barely eaten today. But I finished and uploaded my Yuletide story, toddler with earache thwarting bedamned.
I wanted to comment on the religion discussion from the perspective of one raised by atheists, but sadly, was too braindead/Yuletide addled. Someone remind me in the morning, because it's something I've been thinking about a lot.
I read a bunch. I drank wine. I feel the need to repeat this:
Also, that way we got live-action Legolas and Aragorn and Borimir and Farimir and Eomer and NOMNOMNOM.
Your timing is kind of funny, beth, as I was going to say...
Also, that way we got live-action Legolas and Aragorn and Borimir and Farimir and Eomer and NOMNOMNOM.
And Boromir! I loved the books, but he was such an ass in them, and just all conflicted and wonderful in the movies. Peter Jackson totally turned me into a Sean Bean fangurl, and the Sharpe movies finished the job.
eta: Oops. I totally missed, every single time, that the original had Boromir in it. I guess I just really, really wanted to share about my Sean Bean fanaticism.
I brought borscht down to Mom & Dads. We drank a lot of wine and played Oh Hell then I showed them the video for Fairytale of New York. It was a good day.
My uterus is trying to ruin my apartment. After the bleeding on the grout issue I just bled on my duvet cover from sitting on it. Yes, that also means that I bled through my pajama pants as well. FUCK. At least I can just throw it in the washer. Grr.