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Nov. 2nd, 2008 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardIn other news, my roommate left me with eleven eggs. I don't eat eggs. What the hell do I do with eleven eggs? (Look, I can cook, sort of, and I can bake, also sort of.) Recipes, anyone?
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Date: 2008-11-02 08:05 pm (UTC)Or, um, somethign that requires a lot of eggs. Ooh, Chocolate Molten Cakes, yumm.
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Date: 2008-11-02 11:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-02 11:32 pm (UTC)THESE (http://community.livejournal.com/food_porn/1575548.html)
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Date: 2008-11-02 10:03 pm (UTC)http://www.heartofwisdom.com/heartathome/2008/03/19/dutch-baby-oven-pancakes/
They use a lot of eggs without tasting eggy.
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Date: 2008-11-02 10:09 pm (UTC)i tried to write the 'thank you in kind' but i think i'm hardwired to fade to black. this is what i ended up with before i got distracted with my narnia exchange assignment ("i am not impressed with the situation we find ourselves in," peter concluded, and although he uttered no explicit accusation, the accusation was clear.) there are no names (i didn't do that on purpose, it just happens sometimes) but i think we know who i am talking about here--
but sometimes he would let himself remember the softness of her kisses and finds himself at her door when the house is next empty. she lets him in, lets herself be pushed to the bed, unbuttoning her own blouse when his own fingers can't, clumsy with forgetting and guilt, because the last time she appeared at his door, he had not refused her either. it's uncommonly hard to say no. oh, he's said it, and she's said it, but the problem is that they never just see who they are now, what they are now. even in starched shirts and scuffed black shoes, their hearts expect to see the queen with an endless chain of suitors and the king who conquered giants, radiant and beloved, and how these former selves linger like souls separated from bodies. with every awkward kiss and gasp of pain, they remember a time when it was easier than this in every way.
she seems more fragile at this age than she had been the last time. her wrists are thinner and her skin paler, and her lips are dry and cracked from the london winter. her cheeks are flushed with exertion as she pins him to the headboard and moves against him all familiarstrange, the experience of a woman and the awkward limbs of youth. he finds himself undone at the way she closes her eyes and parts her lips and makes no sound, her head thrown back as he kisses along her clavicle, remembering when silence was not a given and never had to be.
PERHAPS MORE LATER. but for now, there is my paper of flailboat to figure out. my professor wrote back all, "yeah, you can write about it, but put it in a bigger context." ????? what bigger context than narnia?!? obviously he has not thought about it as MUCH AS I HAVE.
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Date: 2008-11-02 11:18 pm (UTC)OH PETER AND OH SUSAN. Poor babies.
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