All Mimsy Were The Borogoves, And The Mome Raths Outgrabe.

So I have decided to move the food stuff to another blog that will be specifically for food stuff. Same site, but username Ibis. That way I can use this one for other things, such as writing. If I can get my ass off the ground and do it! 

I love to cook.
I am forgetful.
These two things together can make life frustrating. I find a wonderful recipe, make it, and never make it again because I forget about it. Some recipes are hard to forget, like the one I found for single-serving microwave brownies. How can anyone forget such a delightfully easy treat... in fact, I sometimes wish I would forget it...

Anyway. I think maybe I should try keeping a log of some of the things I make. I had this epiphany tonight as I was making pork chops. This is not a recipe I want to forget about after the year turns.

So tonight I made Spicy Pork Chops with Balsamic Peaches found here:  www.blue-kitchen.com/2009/07/01/making-the-most-of-a-great-year-for-peaches-spicy-pork-chops-with-balsamic-peaches/  Very yummy. I tweaked the recipe just a bit by making it a single serving, using onion instead of shallots, dicing the peaches instead of slicing them, and sprinkling gorgonzola cheese over it. This was served over orzo, and a side salad of mixed greens, roasted red bell pepper, and more gorogonzola. Yes, I love my cheese!

For desert, Peach Cobbler using this recipe: http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/southern-peach-cobbler-2/detail.aspx  I used canned peaches and one fresh peach, and added tapioca to firm up the sauce a bit. Not too bad. 

And to drink: a freshly made Margarita. Probably not the best choice with dinner, but I needed to use the limes, and the sun is shining, and I do love a good margarita!  

I pride myself on my strength, my solidarity, my independance.
But sometimes I feel so weak and emotionally fragile.
Tears lie just behind my eyes, just waiting...
My chest feels heavy, just waiting...
I hate this feeling!
Where is my strength?
And I fear showing this weakness. People don't care, and I don't want people to feel obligated to care when no one cared before. I would rather feel depressed than awkward and embarrassed.
Why do I feel as though I have to be stronger than everyone else? Seperate from everyone else?

I think I'm lonely.

It is tempting to just drop my lj account. Say goodbye and just end it. It just seems pointless. It was where I posted my fanfics, but I haven't written any of those in a long time. Now I'm trying for original stuff, and the response is lackluster at best. I had hoped for suggestions... advice... critique... but lately I get nothing.
I need to find a writing group here.

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The grey stone tower stretched upwards from the forest floor with a spire reaching nearly as high as the ancient trees surrounding. The structure appeared decrepit, barely supporting its own weight. A single sagging window could be seen near the top of the tower, too high for any but the birds to reach. No other entrance was visible. The thick briars surrounding its base could easily hide the remains of a door, but there was no telling if one existed. Thorns as long as a bear’s paw adorned the vines, as well as startlingly blue flowers and sweet white berries. Birds flocked to the briar patch to partake of the feast, soon becoming intoxicated upon the quickly fermenting fruit.

Few beyond the occasional wild creature ventured so far into the ancient depths of the forest. The paths were winding tangles that quickly led adventurers astray. If any did find their way to the tower, they still had to find their way back...

It is difficult to create an elemental magic system when the mind wants to consider molecular and quantum physics. So I am attempting to fuse the two. I have no idea how this might turn out, only that I hope by the end of the story I will have solidified something.
Science and magic CAN work together. It must, or I will go crazy in the process of working it out.

Stilt fishermen
Dancing in the surf
Like great herons
Silhouetted against the setting sun
Soon you shall all fly away
To join your ancestors
Leaving the oceans bare
Of your quiet beauty

Well, this will certainly come in handy.
It's a Random Tavern Name Generator:
http://www.paper-dragon.com/fantasyland/tavernnamegen.html
and another one:
http://www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=tavernname
That should save me a bit of time. For some reason I can only ever think of The Dancing Pig, which I've already used.

Pigs are dancing,
And sheep are prancing
Beneath the light of the moon
Mice are singing
And cats are dreaming
But dawn will come all too soon

Madness is a swarm of butterflies at the mercy of the wind.