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Dec. 27th, 2010 04:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardI picked up a mandoline slicer the other day at T.J. Maxx -- not a full-on fancy mandoline, but a little $10 hand-held one, and experimented with slicing up potatoes today to make homemade baked potato chips (as I usually pay through the nose for Kettle Baked potato chips, which are my favorite). YUM. Still experimenting to find a good way to make salt-and-vinegar chips, though.
My mother also has a new rolling pin, courtesy of moi -- she sent her old rolling pin to me in New Orleans, so I got her a sturdy wooden French rolling pin, which is amazing, I want to roll everything. Perhaps I shall make these gingerbread cookies...except we are out of baking soda. *pouts* I'll do more sweet potato biscuits later, as soon as we get more butter. And maple oatmeal scones! (My mother wants breakfast treats.)
The Cinnamon Wrath of My Ancestors (does anyone want a recipe?) turned out Extremely Tasty. Probably could have used a bit more butter, though, but still: extremely tasty.
Meanwhile, herds of deer wander daily across my lawn. I'm not talking about two or three here and there -- I think there's seven down there right now, that I can see out my window. -- holy shit, there's more than a dozen deer on my lawn right now!
I am resisting the urge to ignore the rest of Dust and just write the Archenland stuff -- I am stupidly excited about finally being able to build up to one of the climactic battles/scenes I've had in mind from the very beginning, and actually, I think this might be the first of them. (Cair Paravel, the climax of the last section, was not planned out the way this one is. That one is New Orleans. This one is basically the Thermopylae of Narnia -- look, I was studying the Persian Wars when I started writing Dust, all right? Sometimes it shows.)
Huh, this discarded beginning of Dust 21 is still relevant. Maybe that can be moved up to Dust 23. I was going to start with a punch in the face, but this is also workable. HMM. (Life of a writer. Not as interesting as one might think.)
My mother also has a new rolling pin, courtesy of moi -- she sent her old rolling pin to me in New Orleans, so I got her a sturdy wooden French rolling pin, which is amazing, I want to roll everything. Perhaps I shall make these gingerbread cookies...except we are out of baking soda. *pouts* I'll do more sweet potato biscuits later, as soon as we get more butter. And maple oatmeal scones! (My mother wants breakfast treats.)
The Cinnamon Wrath of My Ancestors (does anyone want a recipe?) turned out Extremely Tasty. Probably could have used a bit more butter, though, but still: extremely tasty.
Meanwhile, herds of deer wander daily across my lawn. I'm not talking about two or three here and there -- I think there's seven down there right now, that I can see out my window. -- holy shit, there's more than a dozen deer on my lawn right now!
I am resisting the urge to ignore the rest of Dust and just write the Archenland stuff -- I am stupidly excited about finally being able to build up to one of the climactic battles/scenes I've had in mind from the very beginning, and actually, I think this might be the first of them. (Cair Paravel, the climax of the last section, was not planned out the way this one is. That one is New Orleans. This one is basically the Thermopylae of Narnia -- look, I was studying the Persian Wars when I started writing Dust, all right? Sometimes it shows.)
Huh, this discarded beginning of Dust 21 is still relevant. Maybe that can be moved up to Dust 23. I was going to start with a punch in the face, but this is also workable. HMM. (Life of a writer. Not as interesting as one might think.)