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Friday, I woke up with the dreadful cold that would then haunt me for days to come. Thinking that if I ignored it, it would go away, I went to work as usual. I kept my Friday-night plans with Bobby as usual. We went out to dinner and were planning on trying Cold Stone Creamery afterward (to check out the competition, right?) Except that after finishing dinner, I started getting bad chills, and I thought it was best to take a raincheck on a frozen dessert. So we went home and watched Napoleon Dynamite.
(Hence the icon. It's a liger. It's, like, my favorite animal. It's a cross between and lion and a tiger, bred for skills in magic. *snickers*)
Apparently ligers really exist. So it seems a girl can even learn something from Napoleon Dynamite. Whodda thunk it? (Although it seems that real ligers are not bred for skills in magic.)
Saturday, Bobby's teammates and one of my sole female friends who is not family came over for the day. We walked around Ellicott City, had an early supper, and finally went to Cold Stone Creamery.
( My Opinion of the Competition )
Meanwhile, in historic Ellicott City, there is a restaurant storefront for lease. I whimper whenever I pass it. I want it soooo badly! But I don't think I could afford the price tag, and I don't have nearly enough to bribe a bank to give me a loan. What could I offer them? "Please, take my 2000 Suzuki Esteem with 70K miles on it!" "Please, take my costume jewelry collection!" "Please, take my pet unicorn/mascot!" (Yeah right...Nelyo's not going anywhere!)
Yesterday, I went to the candy-supply store. You know the saying, "Like a kid in a candy store"? It should be "Like Dawn Felagund in a candy-supply store"! I got so many ideas and could have spent $200...but I held myself to $37. And bought only what I needed. And a mold for making rollerskate-shaped chocolate lollipops, but I could not pass on that one!
Today: work. Boring. My cold is almost gone except for a nagging cough, but I'd sooner have that than a dripping faucet-nose. Bobby and I went out to lunch at The Piece for our fifth great experience in a row.
Last night, of course, to make up for the fact that I socialized all weekend and paid them no attention, the muses got revenge on me. By keeping me awake. For almost three hours.
Grrrr...muses!
(Hence the icon. It's a liger. It's, like, my favorite animal. It's a cross between and lion and a tiger, bred for skills in magic. *snickers*)
Apparently ligers really exist. So it seems a girl can even learn something from Napoleon Dynamite. Whodda thunk it? (Although it seems that real ligers are not bred for skills in magic.)
Saturday, Bobby's teammates and one of my sole female friends who is not family came over for the day. We walked around Ellicott City, had an early supper, and finally went to Cold Stone Creamery.
( My Opinion of the Competition )
Meanwhile, in historic Ellicott City, there is a restaurant storefront for lease. I whimper whenever I pass it. I want it soooo badly! But I don't think I could afford the price tag, and I don't have nearly enough to bribe a bank to give me a loan. What could I offer them? "Please, take my 2000 Suzuki Esteem with 70K miles on it!" "Please, take my costume jewelry collection!" "Please, take my pet unicorn/mascot!" (Yeah right...Nelyo's not going anywhere!)
Yesterday, I went to the candy-supply store. You know the saying, "Like a kid in a candy store"? It should be "Like Dawn Felagund in a candy-supply store"! I got so many ideas and could have spent $200...but I held myself to $37. And bought only what I needed. And a mold for making rollerskate-shaped chocolate lollipops, but I could not pass on that one!
Today: work. Boring. My cold is almost gone except for a nagging cough, but I'd sooner have that than a dripping faucet-nose. Bobby and I went out to lunch at The Piece for our fifth great experience in a row.
Last night, of course, to make up for the fact that I socialized all weekend and paid them no attention, the muses got revenge on me. By keeping me awake. For almost three hours.
Grrrr...muses!
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Since I think I've resigned myself to giving up on the online business books, and I've yet to order my chocolate-making books from Kitchen Krafts, then lets call this a bit of market research. That way I don't feel that I am profoundly neglecting my business (and, really, I am).
As strange as it sounds, I don't really eat that much ice cream. It's not that I don't like it (although I will often say that I don't, this is really not exactly accurate) but more that I don't crave it and so don't eat it much. Also, when you've grown up with something your whole life--as I grew up in an ice cream shop--it isn't much of a treat.
So I am interested in the ice cream OTPs of my flist, with an OTP being an flavor, sundae, or ice-cream-related concoction that you can devise. Perhaps it's vanilla and fudge or perhaps pickles and pistachio (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
arandil13 or tabraun? :^P)...either way, I am interested in knowing what the ice cream fans of my flist have to say.
If you're curious, my ice cream OTPs are, first and foremost, vanilla ice cream--particularly French vanilla or vanilla bean--and hot fudge and hot caramel. Not only are these tastes that (I think) are made to go together, but put together in a sundae glass, they make a beautiful--but simple--presentation.
After that (prepare to cringe,frenchpony!), my OTP is bittersweet chocolate and raspberry. Bittersweet chocolate, I think, is best done as a sorbet, but ice cream will work and even regular chocolate could work in a pinch. But bittersweet is best.
And, of course, waffle sundaes. Eru invented waffles before glassware as a convenient place to serve ice cream, since the little nooks soak up the mess so very well.
Incidentally, the Nelyo's test kitchen is alive and well. I am in the process of making grasshopper sandwiches for Bobby, Potter, and myself. No, it does not involve insects (as these are forbidden by my vegetarian diet) but mint chocolate chip cookies, mint chocolate chip ice cream, and a thin layer of fudge. It's my first time making them--although not mint chocolate chip ice cream--so we'll see how they turn out.
As strange as it sounds, I don't really eat that much ice cream. It's not that I don't like it (although I will often say that I don't, this is really not exactly accurate) but more that I don't crave it and so don't eat it much. Also, when you've grown up with something your whole life--as I grew up in an ice cream shop--it isn't much of a treat.
So I am interested in the ice cream OTPs of my flist, with an OTP being an flavor, sundae, or ice-cream-related concoction that you can devise. Perhaps it's vanilla and fudge or perhaps pickles and pistachio (
arandil13 or tabraun? :^P)...either way, I am interested in knowing what the ice cream fans of my flist have to say.If you're curious, my ice cream OTPs are, first and foremost, vanilla ice cream--particularly French vanilla or vanilla bean--and hot fudge and hot caramel. Not only are these tastes that (I think) are made to go together, but put together in a sundae glass, they make a beautiful--but simple--presentation.
After that (prepare to cringe,
frenchpony!), my OTP is bittersweet chocolate and raspberry. Bittersweet chocolate, I think, is best done as a sorbet, but ice cream will work and even regular chocolate could work in a pinch. But bittersweet is best.And, of course, waffle sundaes. Eru invented waffles before glassware as a convenient place to serve ice cream, since the little nooks soak up the mess so very well.
Incidentally, the Nelyo's test kitchen is alive and well. I am in the process of making grasshopper sandwiches for Bobby, Potter, and myself. No, it does not involve insects (as these are forbidden by my vegetarian diet) but mint chocolate chip cookies, mint chocolate chip ice cream, and a thin layer of fudge. It's my first time making them--although not mint chocolate chip ice cream--so we'll see how they turn out.
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Last night, I began working on my dessert project for the Super Bowl. I was a bit torn over what I wanted to do: my traditional cake decorated like a football field? An ice cream cake or pie with both team logos? Or a chocolate-caramel ice cream pie?
I ended up with the latter for the simple fact that I don't have icing supplies and didn't want to buy them, nor did I want to use commercial icing, which is expensive and hard to use. (Take it from one who used it all of the time at The Piece, being the only employee who knew how to decorate cakes.)
The pie has a chocolate graham cracker crust that is filled with chocolate ice cream. The drizzle across the top is caramel; it is bordered in whipped cream and caramel-filled football candies. Everything is homemade except for the whipped cream. I cheated there because I wanted the pretty floret shapes that are easy to achieve with canned whipped cream.
It came out looking pretty good:
( Pie Porn! )
And while looking at the pictures on the camera, I found this one of one Dawn Felagund acting like an idiot in the kitchen, in those heady days when holiday candy consumed my evenings.
Luckily, Bobby takes blurry pictures because I look very scary.
( The Mad Confectioner...warning for scary!Dawn Felagund )
I ended up with the latter for the simple fact that I don't have icing supplies and didn't want to buy them, nor did I want to use commercial icing, which is expensive and hard to use. (Take it from one who used it all of the time at The Piece, being the only employee who knew how to decorate cakes.)
The pie has a chocolate graham cracker crust that is filled with chocolate ice cream. The drizzle across the top is caramel; it is bordered in whipped cream and caramel-filled football candies. Everything is homemade except for the whipped cream. I cheated there because I wanted the pretty floret shapes that are easy to achieve with canned whipped cream.
It came out looking pretty good:
( Pie Porn! )
And while looking at the pictures on the camera, I found this one of one Dawn Felagund acting like an idiot in the kitchen, in those heady days when holiday candy consumed my evenings.
Luckily, Bobby takes blurry pictures because I look very scary.
( The Mad Confectioner...warning for scary!Dawn Felagund )
But as you can see, I am not.
( Randomness Involving Breakfast, Bees, and Ice Cream...A Day in the Life of the 'gund! )
Being as I have people on my flist much more knowledgeable about canon than I am, I wanted to pose a few Silmarillion questions.
The first came from a discussionaramel_calawen and I were having earlier, in Chapter 16 of AMC. (Although it has nothing to do with AMC.) I remember, a while back, being privy to a conversation about the nature of Eöl's and Aredhel's marriage.
According to someone in this conversation, Tolkien originally envisioned that Eöl forced Aredhel into marriage. Of course, this idea was eventually rejected.
Problem is, I don't know that I've ever seen this in HoMe, but I don't own but a few volumes and have precious little reading time to devote to studying old versions of The Silmarillion. Most of my HoMe reading occurs in bookstores, standing in the aisles, drooling over books I can't afford.
Has anyone ever heard of this idea? Or (even better!) have a source?
Second question: I have heard numerous people reference the fact that Finwë was not one of the original Elves from Cuivienen.
Intuitively, it has always seemed to me that he was, and I have never seen anything to dispute this. (Although, as most of you know, I am no canatic.) I asked this question over at the Henneth Annun Yahoo! list a few months ago, and I got a few responses from people who believed--as I did--that Finwë was Unbegotten.
Is there any evidence to the contrary? Because I have heard people speak quite definitively to their opinion that he was not, and they seemed certain of this canonically, not just as though it was a fanficcer's whim.
I realize that Olwë and Elwë were brothers, but so were Manwë and Melkor, and Irmo and Namo, but they were "brethren in the thought of Eru" (or something like that).
Any thoughts?
( Randomness Involving Breakfast, Bees, and Ice Cream...A Day in the Life of the 'gund! )
Being as I have people on my flist much more knowledgeable about canon than I am, I wanted to pose a few Silmarillion questions.
The first came from a discussion
aramel_calawen and I were having earlier, in Chapter 16 of AMC. (Although it has nothing to do with AMC.) I remember, a while back, being privy to a conversation about the nature of Eöl's and Aredhel's marriage.According to someone in this conversation, Tolkien originally envisioned that Eöl forced Aredhel into marriage. Of course, this idea was eventually rejected.
Problem is, I don't know that I've ever seen this in HoMe, but I don't own but a few volumes and have precious little reading time to devote to studying old versions of The Silmarillion. Most of my HoMe reading occurs in bookstores, standing in the aisles, drooling over books I can't afford.
Has anyone ever heard of this idea? Or (even better!) have a source?
Second question: I have heard numerous people reference the fact that Finwë was not one of the original Elves from Cuivienen.
Intuitively, it has always seemed to me that he was, and I have never seen anything to dispute this. (Although, as most of you know, I am no canatic.) I asked this question over at the Henneth Annun Yahoo! list a few months ago, and I got a few responses from people who believed--as I did--that Finwë was Unbegotten.
Is there any evidence to the contrary? Because I have heard people speak quite definitively to their opinion that he was not, and they seemed certain of this canonically, not just as though it was a fanficcer's whim.
I realize that Olwë and Elwë were brothers, but so were Manwë and Melkor, and Irmo and Namo, but they were "brethren in the thought of Eru" (or something like that).
Any thoughts?
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