#master semolina

[thelastofthebookworms]

My tag for this series is 'fairy tales'.

[gemsofgreece]

How did the Ancient Greeks and the Byzantines each celebrated Christmas? (Or winter in general 😅)

Christmas started being celebrated on December 25th in Rome in 336. The Roman Empire split for good in 395 so I am just gonna go with how the Byzantines celebrated Christmas. Not many surviving sources remain but I found on Quora the answer of Eleftherios Tserkezis, who apparently has a master's degree in Byzantine history, so I am essentially giving you his answer as I doubt there is more informative souce easily available.

Quoting parts from Eleftherios Tserkezis's answer on Quora:

"Christmas was always a major feast. The church of Constantinople originally put it on par with Easter and Epiphany, and later counted it among the twelve great feasts after Easter. Various liturgical elements proved its prominence — 40 days of preparatory fast (though less strict than the Great Lent), vigils, a pre-feast period longer than any other etc. Hymns and sermons focused on the meaning of Christmas for salvation and the paradox of the incarnation. According to a 12th c. source, Christmas mangers were sometimes set up inside churches with real boys playing the role of Jesus, although conservatives disapproved.

Things on the street were more colourful and vibrant. Roads and houses were cleaned and decorated with rosemary and myrtle. Children, and sometimes adults too, would go from door to door playing the flute and pipe, and singing Christmas, New Year and Epiphany carols. Those were folk songs, quite different from the solemn, high-minded church hymns, but not without their own taste and value. They often included lines in praise of, and containing wishes about, the families they were sung to. The singers expected treats or some other form of payment and wouldn’t leave without receiving it. Sometimes, the singing continued until the evening or night.

Sources also attest to secular, even dissolute celebrations. The twelve days between Christmas and Epiphany were a chance for relax after the fast. Teases and pranks were common. Some people would wear costumes and roam the streets having fun, as if it were the carnival. Their disguises were often provocative — nuns, monks, animals or satyrs. Mockery of institutions such as the emperor or church was not uncommon in Byzantium, and the authorities themselves were particularly lax on holidays. Chariot races were also held on Christmas day, usually in the emperor’s presence. The church didn’t condone any of that, but couldn’t do much.

The menu of the day included meat, which could be beef, goat, hare, bird etc. The winter pig was also slaughtered around Christmas, depending on the exact local tradition. In the middle Byzantine period, on December 26, the Byzantines prepared and gave each other a syrupy delicacy known as lochozema. Made of flour, semolina, honey, herbs, sesame, nuts and cinnamon*, it was normally offered as energy booster to women who had just given birth. Its association with Christmas is obvious, although the church stressed that the Virgin Mary didn’t go through regular puerperium. People need to feel familiarity with the divine.

Christmas was also important for the imperial ceremonial. According to Constantine VII’s De cerimoniis (10th c.), the emperor went in solemn procession from the palace to Hagia Sophia, where he joined the patriarch and attended the divine liturgy. All the way, he heard acclamations, wishes and stereotypical verses about Jesus’ incarnation from the people and chariot racing factions. Later, there were official receptions and a banquet at the Hall of Nineteen Couches, attended by officials and foreign emissaries. Christmas was considered a good opportunity for promotions and the official coronation of new emperors, which couldn’t take place on any day.

Not even Muslims were excluded from the banquet, and extra care was given so as not to serve them pork.

PS: A lot of the above sound quite familiar to modern Greeks, especially those living in the countryside — archaistic carols, carnival-esque acts, the slaughter of pigs."

The adoration of the magi, the second major iconographic type of the nativity in the post-6th c. period.

I used bold text for the customs that are still the norm in Greece, the ones Tserkezis mentions to be familiar. Perhaps several of them are also preserved in other Christian Orthodox countries but I can't speak on their behalf with certainty.

*Although lochozema is not a thing nowadays, the traditional Christmas delicacies like Melomakarona share the same ingredients in their majority.

I am giving you the link to his full answer in which there is also information about when major cities of the east adopted the December 25th as the celebration of the Birth of Jesus, Byzantine hymns translated to English and then the personal testimonies of two visitors participating in the imperial Christmas feast, that of Liutprand of Cremona and Yarun ibn Yahya (both from the 10th century). He provides also more iconography and modern recordings of Byzantine Christmas hymns although unfortunately those links didn't work for me.

[semolinaart]

OPTIMIZATION OF THE PROTOCOL OF TWO-STEP QUARTZ DOUBLE-SIDED DONOR-ACCEPTOR ÆTERIAL PRESERVATION TO PRESERVE THE VITALISTIC PROPERTIES OF SERPENS HYDRARGYRI CINNABAREA PSEUDOTISSUE SAMPLES (WITH COMMENTS OF SERPENS HYDRARGYRI CINNABAREA)

N.E. Psheno, PhD, Associate Professor, Department of Alchemy and Astrology 1, Senior Researcher 2

S.S. Sonechko, PhD Student, Department of Alchemy and Astrology 1

V.R. Avdeenko, Master's Student, Department of Geoalchemy 3

A.L. Chamaedaphne, D.Sc., Professor of the Department of Alchemy and Astrology 1, Head of the Laboratory of Alchemy 4

Ahikar, consultant astrologer, serpent of cinnabar mercury (Serpens hydrargyri cinnabarea) 5

1 University, Saratov

2 Institute for Problems of Evolution and Systematics of Mythoanimalia, Saratov

3 Institute of Mining, Geology and Geotechnology, Krasnoyarsk

4 Research Institute of Mythozoology named after academician F.Shch. Shershen, Saratov

5 Ptitsa Mountain, Spirit Valley, Ergaki Natural Park, Krasnoyarsk Territory

Abstract

The two-step qdd-ÆP is a powerful tool that can be a solution to the problem of the preservation of pseudotissue samples from Alchemiangues. We optimized the protocol of this method to preserve the vitalistic properties of Serpens hydrargyri cinnabarea pseudotissue samples for a period of time sufficient to study aspects of the pseudocellular structure of the material. The effectiveness of the method was achieved through the simultaneous use of two QÆP, one each for the Mercury and Salt components, respectively, which ensured smaller loss of vis vitalisin comparison with a single-step qdd-ÆP.

Key words: cinnabar, two-step quartz double-sided donor-acceptor æthereal preservation, qdd-ÆP, flow cytoalchemetry, squamous stratified keratinized pseudoepithelium, pseudoblood, pseudotissue sample preservation of Alchemiangues, dragons of alchemy, Serpens hydrargyri cinnabarea, serpent of cinnabar mercury, vis vitalis.

yep, I wrote the article

It's here (Russian language):

[subikshafoods]

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[exhausted-archivist]

Prepared Ingredients

Updated: 2023/12

As of now this list is updated with everything found in media released as of Oct 2023.

Like the original, this contains all prepared ingredients; butters, cheese, chocolate, dough, flour, jams, ect. If known to a specific region it is marked next to the item in parentheses, if it is not, it is either unknown or universally consumed.

For Other Food Posts

Dishes, Sauces, and Sides

Drinks

Raw Ingredients

Canonically Possible Foods and Drinks

Food and Drink Master Post

Disclaimer

Though real life plants may be listed here as edible, it is for fictional use only. This is not intended to be used as a reference nor guide for what plants are edible or safe to eat. Please do not use it as such.

Basic Ingredients

Alcohol

Brandy

Cinnamon-infused whiskey

Dark Llomerryn Rum

Hirol’s Lava Burst

Prophet’s Laurel Gin

Red Wine

Watered Down Ale

Whiskey

White Seleney Wine

Broth

Deepstalker Broth

Fish Broth

Butters - Non-dairy butters

Peanut Butter

Caramel

Cocoa Products

Chocolate (Orlais, Tevint)

Chocolate Bitters

Cocoa Butter - used to make white chocolate (Orlais)

Cocoa Powder - difficult to procure

White Chocolate (Orlais)

Compote - Fresh or dried fruit that is cut into chunks and stewed in a syrup of sugar and other flavours.

Red Grape Compote (Orlais)

Croutons

Custard

Dough

Pie Dough

Puff Pastry Dough (Orlais)

Extract

Mint Extract

Orange Extract

Vanilla Extract

Flour

Ryott Flour (Chasind, Ferelden)

Semolina Flour (Rivain)

Wheat Flour

Whole Grain Flour

Frosting

Buttercream

Chocolate Cream

White Frosting

Gold

Edible Gold Leaf

Gold Dust

Jam

Plum Jam

Raspberry Jam

Mulled Fruit

Mulled Raspberry

Oil

Cod Liver Oil

Orange Essence

Pasta

Antivan Pasta

Couscous (Rivain)

Gnocchi (Antiva)

Grain-based Noodle

Noodle

Pound Cake

Stock

Brown Stock

Sugar

Brown Sugar

Molasses

Powdered Sugar

Sugar-cream Icing

Sugar Flowers

Sugared Rose Petals

Syrup

Sugar Syrup

Tea Biscuit

Toffee

Wafer

Vinegar

Apple Cider Vinegar

Herbed Wine Vinegar

Dairy and Eggs

Butter

Cow Butter

Goat Butter

Halla Butter

Herbed Butter

Nug Butter

Cheese

Antivan Smoked Cheese

Blue-veined Cheese (Orlais)

Brie Cheese

Brined Goat Cheese

“Dalish” Cheese - An ill described item as it is unclear if it is actually cheese. One thing is for sure it isn’t Dalish.

Dry Cheese - Unspecified cheese used in cacio e pepe(Antiva)

Feisty Cheese (Orlais)

Goat Cheese

Halla Cheese (Dalish)

Ram Cheese (Ferelden)

Cream

Spiced Cream

Thickened Cream

Whipped Cream

Egg

Hard Boiled Egg

Yogurt

Dried and Cured Foods

Dried Fruits, Vegetables, and Fungi

Dried Apple

Dried Apricot

Dried Beans

Dried Cherry

Dried Cranberry

Dried Currant

Dried Mushroom

Dried Peas

Prunes

Pitted Prunes

Raisin

Cured Meats

Bacon

Nug Bacon

Smoked Bacon

Cold Cuts

Dried Meats

Dried Mackerel

Lutefisk

Jerky

Spiced jerky

Salted Meat

Dried Salt Pork

Salt Pork

Salted Beef

Salted Dragon Meat

Salted Fish

Salted Goat Meat

Sausage

Blood Sausage

Smoked Sausage

Spiced and Salted Sausage

Smoked

Smoked Beef

Smoked Fish

Smoked Goat Meat

Pickled Foods

Pickled Apples

The Pickled Apples of Arlathan - Apples said to be from the time of Arlathan. The taste is described to be one of fresh apples, with the same crispness.

Pickled Fish

Pickled Lamprey

Pickled Nug

Pickled Ox Tongue

Pickled Vegetables

Pickles

Prepared Animal Products

Gelatine

Grease

Ground Meat

Ground Beef

Ground Nug

Lard

Spiced Meat

Miscellaneous

Lyrium

Soup Bone

Wyvern Venom - There are 47 ways to distill wyvern venom to be safe for consumption.

Sources:

(If you want to find the direct links or page numbers, check out the Wiki's Food and Ingredients page.)

Primary Sources:

Dragon Age: Origins (Base and DLCs) Dragon Age: Awakening Dragon Age 2 (Base and DLCs) Dragon Age: The Last Court Dragon Age: Inquisition (DLCs + Multiplayer)

Books:

Dragon Age Tabletop RPG Core Rulebook Dragon Age Tabletop RPG: Blood in Ferelden Dragon Age Tabletop RPG: Game Master’s Kit: Buried Past World of Thedas Vol. 1 World of Thedas Vol. 2 Dragon Age Official Cookbook: Tastes of Thedas Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne Dragon Age: The Calling Dragon Age: The Masked Empire Dragon Age: Last Flight Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights

Short Stories:

Short Story: Paper and Steel Short Story: Paying the Ferryman Short Story: As We Fly

DA:O

Codex Entry: The History of Soldier’s Peak: Chapter 3

Codex Entry: A Tattered Shopping List

Item: Sugar Cake

DA II

Codex Entry: Wyvern

DA:I

Codex Entry: Plant vs. Corpses

Codex Entry: Waterlogged Diary

Note: The Gilded Horn’s Drink List

Note: Knight-Captain’s Orders

The Last Court

Flames of Freedom

The Next Course

Thieves

The Wyvern is Cornered

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[scuzzgirl]

made pasta from scratch with semolina last night :) cooked it up with capers tomato & herbs. so yum. i still dont have a rolling pin but ive mastered the wine bottle rolling technique

[deepajayakakitchen]

How to Cook Authentic Indian Recipes like a Pro

Are you looking to try your hand at authentic Indian recipes? Indian food recipes are known for their delicious flavors, aromatic spices, and unique cooking techniques. Whether you’re a beginner cook or a seasoned professional, learning how to cook authentic Indian recipes like a pro can be a rewarding experience. In this blog post, we’ll discuss some essential tips for mastering the art of cooking Indian food recipes. From the basics of Indian cuisine to the tips and tricks of the trade, you’ll be ready to cook like a pro in no time. So let’s get started!

Get the spices

For Indian cooking, having the right spices is key. India has a unique range of flavors and spices that can be used to create truly delicious dishes. Many of these spices are believed to have health benefits, making them a great choice for those looking to make healthy foods. When purchasing spices, try to find ones that are organic, non-GMO and free from preservatives. It’s also best to buy them in small quantities to ensure they are as fresh as possible. Some of the most common spices used in Indian cooking include turmeric, cardamom, coriander, cumin, ginger, garlic, chili peppers, and garam masala. You may need to visit an ethnic market or specialty store to find some of these ingredients, but it will be worth it in the end!

Get the ingredients

When it comes to cooking authentic Indian recipes, having the right ingredients is essential. To get the most out of your recipe, make sure to use fresh and high-quality ingredients. Here is a list of must-have items to cook traditional Indian dishes:

1. Spices – Indian cooking is all about spices. Common spices used include cumin, turmeric, coriander, cardamom, cloves, ginger, red chili powder, garam masala and many more.

2. Grains – Basmati rice, wheat flour, semolina, and lentils are key ingredients for a variety of Indian dishes.

3. Vegetables – Include vegetables like potatoes, tomatoes, onions, cauliflower, bell peppers, spinach, and peas in your dishes.

4. Healthy Foods – Use nutritious foods like nuts, seeds, and legumes for added flavor and nutrition. These can also be used as toppings or garnishes.

5. Dairy Products – Milk, yogurt, and paneer are often used in Indian cooking.

Once you have these items on hand, you are ready to begin making your favorite Indian recipes!

Get the equipment

Having the right tools and equipment is essential when it comes to making authentic Indian dishes. You don’t need a lot of fancy gadgets; just basic cookware and utensils will do. A few must-have items for cooking Indian recipes include a pressure cooker, a heavy-bottomed pot or pan, a mortar and pestle, a rolling pin, a hand blender, and a griddle.

Additionally, you should make sure you have healthy options available, such as oil-free nonstick cooking sprays, silicone bakeware, and air fryers. These can help you prepare healthy meals without using excess oil and fats. Having the right equipment will help you make healthy foods that taste like they were made in an authentic Indian kitchen.

Get the utensils

Utensils are a key component of Indian cooking, and having the right equipment can make all the difference in your results. Before you start cooking, make sure you have all the necessary utensils. The most common items you’ll need are: a stainless steel wok or kadhai for deep-frying; a clay or cast-iron skillet for shallow-frying; a large vessel for boiling; and a pressure cooker for steaming. You will also need several types of spoons, such as ladles, serving spoons, and masala spoons, as well as some graters and mashers.

To ensure healthy foods, use utensils made of materials such as stainless steel and non-stick surfaces, as these are less likely to contaminate your food with harmful toxins. Having the right tools will help you cook your dishes to perfection and serve delicious, healthy meals to your family.

Follow the recipe

Cooking authentic Indian recipes at home can be intimidating, but with a few tips and tricks, you can master the art in no time! To begin with, always make sure to read the recipe through completely before you start cooking. This will help you avoid any mistakes or confusion.

When it comes to getting ingredients, look for quality and freshness. Not only will these enhance the taste of your dish, but they will also ensure that you are eating healthy foods. Also, be mindful of the spices and herbs used in the recipe. To get the best flavor and aroma, use freshly ground spices and herbs whenever possible.

Once you’ve got all the ingredients ready, it’s time to start cooking! For a successful dish, try to follow the recipe as closely as possible. But don’t worry if you make mistakes here and there; practice makes perfect!

Finally, if you feel like experimenting with the recipe, go ahead! Don’t be afraid to tweak flavors or experiment with different ingredients to create your own unique version of an Indian dish. With practice, you will soon become a master in creating delicious and healthy meals!

Visit our YouTube Channel for Tips and Tricks on food recipes on https://www.youtube.com/@deepajayakakitchen

[tastesoftamriel]

You know those days when your old injuries are acting up and you don't have the energy to cook, but you're still really hungry and need to eat so you just throw something together with minimal Actual Cooking involved, some people call it a Low Spoon Day, but like. What's some meals from around tamriel for days like that

Even as a chef (perhaps especially as a chef), I am generally quite lazy when preparing food for myself. That doesn't mean living off boiled lentils and bacon, thanks to my jaunts around Tamriel teaching me a few culinary tricks for when you just can't be bothered.

Altmer

Salad. Grab yourself a salad, and maybe a flatbread. This doesn't have to be drab at all, throw vegetables in with whatever you've got around to make a tasty salad! Think iceberg lettuce with lots shaved pecorino, yesterday's bread, baby plum tomatoes, thick balsamic vinegar and fresh basil. It's a good incentive to keep healthy ingredients around the house (and it's delightfully easy to grow your own basil at home too)!

Argonians

Always prepare your meals in advance, Argonians taught me, being the masters of "cook for a week in one sitting". Fried fish or chicken over coconut rice with steamed vegetables, cold noodles with saltrice shoyu and fishcake, and grilled seafood with pea stew are just some of the dishes you may encounter with Argonian meal-prep.

Bosmer

All you need is a fire and some water. I wrote some time ago about how the Bosmer make pemmican, a type of dried meat puck that can be chewed or boiled in water to make soup. If you're not Green Pact adherent, throw in some millet, noodles, and vegetables to add some flavour and texture.

Bretons

It's not a Breton kitchen unless there's a loaf of bread lying about. Assuming you have one, be sure to thoroughly raid your pantry for stuff to smear on it. Butter and jam, liver pate and cucumber slices, tomato and provolone...the possibilities are endless. If you've got the energy, you can even grill or toast it!

Dunmer

The problem with Dunmeri food is that it's all quite troublesome to make, and almost all dishes require hours of preparation. Unless, of course, you throw an ash yam on a coal grill (or straight onto the fire- those things could survive a volcano). Come back in 15 minutes, peel your ash yam, sprinkle with salt or sugar, and behold, a treat. Also works well for regular yams and sweet potatoes.

Imperials

Pre-made ravioli with fillings like beef ragu or spinach and ricotta can be found in many pantries across Cyrodiil. Just toss a handful in boiling water and leave for five minutes, before topping with a jar of store-bought tomato or cream sauce. You can even go so far as to season it, if you wish.

Khajiit

You could just chew on a stick of moon sugar cane or go to a street vendor in Elsweyr, but I would advise against doing that in the long run. If you're able to cook at home, there's nothing like miso soup. Miso comes in powders or as paste jars, and it's as simple as adding hot water and stirring. If you can, add some tofu, mushrooms and seaweed for a little bit of nutrition!

Nords

Whether it's crispbread or flatbread, a Nord is bound to have some lying around. These crispbreads (more akin to crackers) are perfect for spreading your favourite toppings on- whether it's salty caviar paste or goats cream cheese and snowberry jam. They also keep forever!

Orcs

Like the Argonians, the Orsimer are fans of having pre-cooked meals available and ready, kept in sealed trays and vessels in coldhouses or cellars. Beef and root vegetable stew, for example, is easy to reheat in a cauldron, even if it's a week old (the cold keeps the food fresh). Simply chill or freeze food in advance, and throw it in the fire when you're hungry!

Redguards

Cous-cous, a type of dish made from semolina, is easy to cook and takes no time at all. Simply throw in a cup of stock, boil until fluffy, and you're ready to go! Eat it plain with butter, or add spices and raw vegetables for a healthy warm salad.

[thepringlesofblood]

acoc minis auction tracker

here’s the site (https://auction.dropout.tv)

making this post on august 2nd 2022, will try to update as things go on.

basically I wanted to make a masterpost of how much each (named) character sold for, in which wave, etc. so at the end I can do a ranking of how much each cost and which sold for most (if it’s keradin i will scream)

update (8/24): the acoc auction is over!  I am finalizing these into one list, from most expensive to least expensive. well, most expensive wasn’t keradin. be careful what you wish for I guess. enjoy!

Key:

W1 = Wave 1 (ended 7/22/22)

W2 = Wave 2 (ended 7/29/22)

W3 = Wave 3 (ended 8/5/22)

W4 = Wave 4 (ended 8/12/22)

List 1: Sold! (in order of price)

Lord Calroy Cruller - $11,201 - W4

King Amethar of House Rocks - $8,501 - W4

Sir Keradin Deeproot - $7,002 - W1

Chancellor Lapin Cadbury - $5,601 - W3

Liam Wilhemina - $5,502 - W1

Sir Theobald Gumbar - $5,001 - W2

Princess Jet Rocks - $4,500 - W1

Saccharina Frostwhip - $4,260 - W3

Duke Joren Jawbreaker - $4,210 - W2

Queen Caramelinda - $4,011 - W3

Captain Annabelle Cheddar - $3,702 - W1

Manta Ray Jack - $3,700.69 (nice)-  W3

Princess Ruby Rocks - $3,535 - W2

Peppermint Preston - $3,200 - W1

Cumulous Rocks - $3,000 - W2

Gooey - $3,000 - W4

Swifty - $2,603 - W2

Yak - $2,526 - W2

Commander Constano Grissini - $2,501 - W4

Lady Plumbeline Uvano - $2,300- W3

Imperator Augustus Ciabatta - $2,251 - W2

Sprinkle - $2,200 - W2

Duchess Primsy Coldbottle - $2,055 - W3

Sir Amanda Maillard - $2,004 - W2

Lady Linguina Freccia - $2,001 - W4

Limon Longhallis - $2,001 - W2

Pontifex Belizabeth Brassica - $2,001 - W4

Archbishop Fettucina Alfredi - $2,000 - W4

Bitternight Darknibs - $2,000 - W4

Lord Stilton Curdeau - $1,751 - W2

Lady Donetta Cruller - $1,703 - W1

Lord Finnegan Swirly - $1,678 - W4

Lady Swirly - $1,600 - W4

Lord Consort Rufus Applebottom - $1,600 - W3

Archbishop Oliver Onionpatch - $1,500 - W3

Bubblegum Monster - $1,500 - W3 (this guy is included despite having no name bc he was murph’s backup character)

Cinnamon - $1,500 - W4

Senator Semolina - $1,422.69 - W2

Murdo Brer - $1,401 - W1

Jon Bon - #1,401 - W1

Dowager Jawbreaker - $1,301 - W4

Cinnamon (Egg) - $1,211 - W3

Princess (the snake) - $1,017 - W1

Lord Chiquito Citron - $1,001 - W4

Basha Myaso - $915 - W1

Spearia Mentha - $901 - W1

Master Dippins - $900 - W3

Cranberry Tallcake - $881 - W2

Prince Nezemiah Cabbage - $851 - W2

Princess Maisy Cabbage - $850 - W3

Licorina Loghead - $789 - W1

[brown-little-robin]

18: Child Soldier

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CRAYDL is dead.

Dead.

Not coming back.

Thad has been lying in the same position since last night; on his side, right hand out, left clutched in the blankets by his chest. He has a headache. The muscle of his right shoulder hurts. His cheek is sticky with drool. His eyes are glued shut.

Eventually Thad will have to get up and go to the bathroom, and then after that he’ll need to eat, and drink, and comb his hair, and talk, and do a thousand other things after that, meaningless, pointless things, forever.

He lays there like a statue, a tiny silent rebellion against the universe.

CRAYDL is dead.

He’s been… trying… not to think those words.

He knew he had to not think about it… to have the strength to stand up to the Allens. To escape, to survive, he had to choose not to think about CRAYDL. He had to be selfish.

But then he saw Star Wars… saw R2D2. “That little droid and I have been through a lot together—”

And Thad remembered the day he broke his leg and, although he set it immediately and perfectly and it healed in ten minutes, he kept getting phantom pains and refused to train any more that day. The technicians were securing him into the VR equipment for a disciplinary simulation and CRAYDL said, deceptively calm, “The boss has been training real hard for a couple hundred years, maybe cut him a break,” and the technicians looked up at CRAYDL’s immense technoplasm body and then looked around at the rest of CRAYDL, the entire headquarters, every television screen humming with CRAYDL’s subtle threat… and they decided to let CRAYDL pick the VR program.

CRAYDL picked an infinite garden maze.

That was a good day.

He can’t go on living without thinking about CRAYDL. He couldn’t even if he tried. Thaddeus and CRAYDL, they were more than a team; they were master and servant, weapon and handler, athlete and trainer, speed and strength, solid and liquid, dark and light, rage and calm, experience and memory, unstoppable force and immovable object, twins more than Thad and Bart ever truly were. Thad is bereft not just of a servant, but half of his life… half of himself.

CRAYDL, he thinks, too weary to keep waxing poetic, CRAYDL, CRAYDL, CRAYDL. My CRAYDL. My CRAYDL is dead.

He closes his eyes again, but sleep refuses to come.

Someone knocks on the door.

Thad’s lips are dry and his throat hurts. He doesn't answer.

“It’s two o’clock,” Max’s voice calls. “Are you awake?”

Thad feels a faint brief annoyance. He was starting to feel sleepy again, and Max ruined it.

“Can I come in?”

A click. Footsteps. A hand on his shoulder.

“Kiddo…”

Thad pushes himself into a sitting position, eyes still crusted closed, and roughly wipes his face. Scrubs at his eyes with the heels of his palms, wincing. He’s sore all over, especially the shoulder he was laying on. He blinks his eyes hard to get rid of the last sharp bits.

Max says, “Come out and have breakfast, okay? You need to eat.”

Thad stares blankly in Max’s general direction until he leaves.

Then Thad drags himself to the bathroom, urinates, washes his hands, fails to brush his teeth, and sits on the floor for an unknown amount of time with the dry toothbrush in his hand.

He gets to his feet when he hears Max coming down the hall. Goes to the kitchen and melts on the table, laying his head on his arms, while Max lists the possibilities for a meal: cold cereal, oatmeal, cream of wheat, semolina…

He gets distracted staring at the tabletop. It’s a creamy light tan color with a subtle grain. The tabletop is constructed out of seven long boards, rounded at the edges, polished and covered with a smooth, clear, waxy-feeling material.

“Thad?”

Thad doesn't want any of the options. Hates the idea of food, right now, although his stomach is burbling.

He used to eat with CRAYDL. It couldn’t eat, but it liked watching him; he’d tease it sometimes about its habit of wrapping itself around him and urging him to eat more—even though Thaddeus had a voracious appetite!—and say are you fattening me up to eat me? huh? And CRAYDL would say something earnest-sounding about his gaining strength for his mission to satisfy the watching agents of the Thawnes, but its limbs would flex and pull affectionately and Thad knew what it actually meant was I love you.

“I know you’re having a hard time, honey, but you have to eat,” Max says.

Thad grimaces.

“That an order?”

“If it has to be.”

“…cream of wheat,” he mutters.

“Okay,” Max says encouragingly. “That’s good.”

Thad returns to his contemplation of the tabletop. There’s a little knot in the wood near his hand. He looks at it for a while, summons the energy to move his hand, traces the grain of the wood around the knot, around and around in a circle with a little peak where the wood grain moves around the knot like water flowing around a rock. In the background, the microwave turns on, warming the water for cream of wheat.

The table jolts. Thad looks up. Max has put a glass of water in front of him.

Thad moves his hand and touches the glass. It’s cold. He recoils.

“Thad, you need to stay hydrated.”

Thad scowls at him.

“Quit micromanaging me.”

The microwave beeps. Max turns around to attend to the cream of wheat.

Drinking sounds good, actually. But Thad doesn't want to do it now. That would be giving in to Max… saying he… doesn't care. About CRAYDL. That he can just up and go about life like normal people do.

Thad swallows, and his dry throat hurts.

Max brings him his bowl, pulls out a chair next to Thad, and sits.

Thad heaves himself off the table and eats leaning heavily on one arm. He hates cream of wheat, but he eats it anyway. And he drinks a little of the cold water, sip by slow sip, hating himself for giving in so easily.

“Feeling any better?” Max asks.

Now that he’s moved and fed and a little bit more hydrated? Physically? Yes.

“Eh.”

Thad finishes the cream of wheat, but doesn't get up to wash his bowl and spoon yet.

“How are you feeling?”

Oh… talking about feelings. Greeeat.

“I’m fine,” Thad lies wearily.

“Thad… you can’t lock away your hurt forever.”

Max doesn't understand. He’s not locking away his hurt. He’s feeling it… oh, he’s feeling it. He just doesn't want Max involved. Thinking he can offer some kind of life advice to fill the hole in Thad where CRAYDL should be.

“It doesn't involve you.”

Max frowns.

“If something is hurting you, it involves me.”

Thad doesn't answer.

“It’s okay to grieve… in your own time…” Max says softly. “But talking about it… really helps.”

For a foolish moment, Thad considers it. Telling Max he’s missing CRAYDL. Baring his soul. Breaking down.

And what? Cry like a kid who lost a toy? Have him offer some shallow reassurance and say Thad will be fine? No. He won’t desecrate CRAYDL’s memory like that.

“I don’t want to.”

“Why is that?”

Max is looking at him earnestly, meeting Thad’s eyes. This will hurt Max. Thad knows, and he regrets that, but it has to be done.

“You don’t know me.”

Max flinches.

Thad can’t look at him. He closes his eyes, burning with shame, and pushes himself off the table and walks away.

A scraping sound.

“Stop.”

Thad turns around, surprised.

Max is standing, chair pushed aside, frowning at him.

“You can’t just walk away to end a conversation.”

What?

Isn’t Max too afraid of poking the sleeping tiger to make him stay? Doesn't he know Thad retreats for the protection of them both?

“I’ve been giving you a lot of leeway… maybe too much… because I know you’re struggling. But you have to start learning how to behave sometime.”

How to—how to behave! Max has Inertia in his house and he’s going to try to teach him how to behave?

It strikes Thaddeus that Max is beginning to treat him more and more like a child. Like he’s harmless… weak.

“I’m not misbehaving, I’m trying to help. I’m removing myself from the situation.”

Max says pityingly, “It’s alright to go to your room for a while if you feel like you need some quiet time, but you need to ask if you can leave first, okay?”

Thad feels pinned in, suddenly, constricted. A hot flush comes to his cheeks.

“I’m not a little kid,” he snarls. “I do what I do for a reason.”

“Tell me your reason, then, and maybe we can talk about it,” Max says.

Thad looks at the kind pity in his eyes and wants to snuff it out.

“Because I’m Inertia!”

Max’s eyes widen.

Thad is not Inertia. Not ever again. But—in some way he will always be Inertia. A living weapon. It will do no one any good to forget that.

Thad turns away again.

Blue-white lightning. He flinches, his own poison-yellow lightning flickering around him, but Max stands still, hands up and open in a tae kwon do master’s defensive stance, blocking the door to the hall.

Thad’s heart hammers. His lightning crackles in his hair, runs down his arms, turns his mouth metallic. He lets his grief and fear and rage rise into adrenaline, twisting his face into the toothy grin of a predator.

He makes a false lunge. Fear flickers in Max’s eyes, and it feels like success.

“Get out of my way,” he snarls.

Max keeps his hands raised.

“Calm down and talk to me,” he says.

“I don’t want to talk to you! Leave me alone!”

“Not until you calm down.”

“I’m not a child!”

“Yes, you are. Physically and emotionally, you are a child.”

Max takes a careful step forward. Why would he do that? He’s still afraid, Thaddeus can see it in his eyes.

“Don’t touch me! I’ll hit you!”

“Is that what you want?” Max asks him grimly.

Yesssss, something in Thaddeus hisses. Yes… I want a fight… I want to punch you and break that infuriating calm once and for all! But the weaker part of him is crying out stop! stop! Max will never look at you the same again!

“What if I said that is what I want? What would you do, old man?”

“I would ask why,” Max says, and steps forward again.

Thaddeus tenses and gives no ground. One more step and Max will be close enough to touch him.

“Because I was bred to it… raised to it… it’s in my bones!”

Max raises his eyebrows.

“You don’t understand,” Thaddeus growls. “I want—I want—I crave violence, do you understand? I am the sins of the fathers and the agony of the sons! I was created to fight… taught to listen for the song of it…! I am intimately familiar with the shattering of bones and the rending of flesh and the spilling of blood… I do want to hurt you; I want to hurt everything that moves!”

He waits for Max’s face to grow horrified, but Max is just nodding, looking grim and resigned.

“Eighty years ago,” he says slowly, “You would have been considered shell-shocked. A soldier who can’t forget the violence of the war… who jumps at loud noises… yet craves the thrill of the fight…”

Thaddeus steps sideways, and Max turns with him, the center of a tight circle.

“They call it PTSD now. They don’t like to talk about the cravings.”

“But you know the cravings?” Thad asks, and changes directions, prowling around Max like a chained tiger.

“Not from my own experience. But I saw people… friends… changed by the war… lashing out… I know it.”

Thaddeus abruptly backs up, three quick controlled steps. He doesn't like being so close to Max. Thad is younger and probably faster, but Max is much larger; he could crush Thad if he got a grip on him.

Max stays where he is, hands up.

“You were raised as a child soldier. I am not surprised that you have a taste for violence, Thad.”

Okay.

Okay. Thad believes him.

He takes another step back. Takes a deep shaky breath. Opens his hands. Breathes for a minute. He’s never done this before. Never… surrendered to a true threat. The rule of the Thawnes was win or die trying.

He can’t let go of the speed force yet, but he can put himself in the surrender posture. He puts his hands behind his back and kneels.

“Stand up, stand up,” Max says, lowering his hands.

Thad stands, but keeps his hands behind his back.

“Should I apologize?”

Max hums, considering.

“Apologize for shouting at me,” Max answers slowly. “You can tell me how you feel, and you’re allowed to leave if you ask permission, but shouting and provoking a fight isn’t acceptable.”

“I’m sorry for yelling at you and provoking a fight,” Thad repeats back to Max.

“I forgive you. Come here.”

Thad follows him into the living room.

Max says, “I want you to stay here for twenty minutes, and then if you want to go, you can ask.”

Max goes to the bookcase and takes a fat volume, then goes to the couch and sits down. Thad waits by the couch for instructions.

Max settles himself into a comfortable position, then looks up at Thad.

“Is this a punishment?” Thad asks.

“Yes,” Max says. “Just a small one this time, because I surprised you. A time-out.”

Thad remains standing there, indecisive, for a while. Then he cautiously climbs onto the couch. Max ignores him.

Thad draws his knees up to his chest. Squeezes himself in a pale imitation of CRAYDL’s embrace.

He misses CRAYDL so bad.

He’s cold.

He shivers, and then he can’t stop shaking. Hah. Look at him. Shaking uncontrollably from the stress of a single standoff. It didn’t even escalate into a fight. Pathetic.

Or… maybe it’s not. Maybe that’s what should happen and his body’s just stopped repressing it.

Either way, he’s cold.

Thad pulls the blanket off the back of the couch, winces as it hits Max’s leg coming down, but Max just glances at him and goes back to reading. Thad wraps himself in it, trying not to jostle the couch too much.

He wishes that it was CRAYDL, not the blanket. CRAYDL could function as a giant heater, relaxing Thad’s tense muscles after a long day of physical training.

CRAYDL is dead. Thad will never feel the warmth of it again.

He decides he would prefer talking to sitting here feeling empty about CRAYDL. Still, it takes him a while to work up the courage to address Max.

“Max?”

Max puts a bookmark into the crease of the binding, closes the book, and looks at him expectantly.

“You said… I’m a child soldier.”

“You were, yes.”

“You treat me like a child, but not like a soldier.”

Max frowns thoughtfully.

“Do you want me to treat you like a soldier?”

“I—Maybe? Kind of?” Thad hesitates, wary. He doesn't want all the kid things to stop, like the zoo trip and the kisses. “I don’t want to be a Flash legacy or anything like that.”

“That’s not what I was thinking. Hmmm… you’ve never been self-motivated, have you?”

“I’ve been self-directed most of my life. I earned that privilege in training.”

“But you always had a mission to work towards.”

“Yeah,” Thad agrees.

“What if I give you more direction?” Max asks, searching Thad’s face with his sharp blue eyes.

“Like what?”

“I have errands to run and people I want to see. You could come with me and see how well you can behave.”

Thad bites his lip. Max’s face softens a bit.

“I’ll carry you,” he assures him.

Thad looks down, trying not to give away the mess of feelings he’s experiencing.

“Thad?” Max asks.

It sounds good. Not just the… being carried in Max’s arms… but also… just following orders. Not thinking too much. That sounds like a relief from all the confusingness.

“Yes, sir,” he says, and means it with his whole heart.

Max has him take an extra sweater for when they go somewhere cold. They go to the Native reservation outside town first, where Max introduces Thad to a couple of people in their own language. No one expects Thad to say anything; he just sits on the floor of the building and lets the alien words drift over his head until Max tells him to come, and he gets up and follows Max out to an outdoor place where a woman is working clay with her daughter. Thad gets to sit on the dirt and watch the girl knead wet clay while her mother works a machine with her foot, getting it to spin, and her hands slap a piece of clay onto the machine and pull the clay up and out and up and out, making it wobble precariously but never collapse, and up and out and up and in and it makes a pot.

Thad stares at it in wonder.

CRAYDL would love that.

He lays down in the dirt, resting his head on his arms, and can’t tear his eyes away from the clay-making process.

Max’s voice stops talking in that other language and says, “Everything all right, Thad?”

Yeah, Thad says, I’m fine, go on.

A pause. The woman asks something. Max answers, and the conversation goes on.

Max has him drink water. He obeys. Max carries him to an enormous grassy plain full of large horses and camels and sheep and Thad sits in the grass until Max has finished fixing a large tent thing. Max has him drink water again and eat a dumpling the woman in the tent gives him. Max carries him to a city and Thad sits in the dust of it, looking around at the pretty houses and shops until Max has finished rebuilding a bridge. The shops are beautiful, all glass and X-shaped wooden lattice stuff. CRAYDL would like them, the intricate details of them.

Max brings him to a cold place, Quebec, he says, and Thad puts on his extra sweater and shivers behind him as Max goes into a building, finds some kind of important city official, and talks to him in yet another language, but he doesn't complain, even though he really hates the cold. It was never cold where he came from; CRAYDL kept the temperature optimal unless they were training for inclement weather.

Max carries him to a store entirely full of shoes and has him try on a bunch of shoes and walk in them, which is when Max discovers that Thad isn’t speaking anymore. But Thad obeys. He picks some shoes that fit and that he likes, which turns out to be sandals and formal black dress shoes and a pair of deep blue tennis shoes because everything else reminds him of Bart. Max carries him to Doctor Morlo’s lab for a checkup.

“Ah, my favorite clone!” Morlo greets him.

For some reason, it doesn’t bother Thad. Morlo is so… frank about everything. He doesn’t say ‘clone’ like Max and Helen do, quietly, afraid of Thad’s reaction. He just says what he thinks.

And Thad’s a little flattered, too. To be a favorite. Even if Morlo doesn’t know any other clones, as Thad suspects, he seems sincere about the ‘favorite’ part. Morlo likes Thad.

He summons a brief grin for Morlo. Still doesn’t feel like talking, though.

“Sorry,” Max apologizes to Doctor Morlo. “Sometimes this happens. He just doesn't speak for a while.”

“Can he understand what I’m saying?” Morlo asks.

“Yes.”

“Well then, he’s good enough to do tests,” Morlo says, and takes over giving Thad orders.

The results still say he’s not genetically deteriorating, which seems… unfair. CRAYDL, who should have outlasted him, is dead, and Thad, according to Morlo, is practically immortal.

Then Max brings him to the living room and makes a phone call with Morlo’s phone. Max is scheduling an appointment of some sort. For Thad. Tomorrow. And then he’s calling a restaurant and ordering pad thai to be delivered to Max’s address.

Morlo gives Thad a box of apple juice and two granola bars. Thad politely drinks the apple juice, but can’t stomach food, so he hands the bars back to Morlo, who says gruffly, you’re a speedster, you need to eat more, kid, keep ‘em, and hands them back.

Thad puts them in his pocket.

After he gets off the phone, Max picks him up again and just… holds him for a minute.

“I’m feeling ready to go home, how about you?”

“Yeah,” Thad says, in a quiet croak of a voice that surprises him.

Morlo says, “Eat that granola, boy, you hear me?”

[longforyesterday]

According to Pete Shotton, the final catalyst [for the creation of I Am The Walrus] was a letter received from a pupil of Quarry Bank School, which mentioned that an English master was getting his class to analyse Beatles’ songs. This amused John, who decided to confuse such people with a song full of the most perplexing and incoherent clues. He asked Shotton to remind him of a silly playground rhyme which English schoolchildren at the time delighted in. John wrote it down: ‘Yellow matter custard, green slop pie, All mixed together with a dead dog’s eye, Slap it on a butty, ten foot thick, Then wash it all down with a cup of cold sick’. John proceeded to invent some ludicrous images (‘semolina pilchards, elementary penguins’) and nonsense words (‘texpert, crabalocker’), before adding some opening lines he’d written down during an acid trip. He then strung these together with the three unfinished songs he’d already shown Hunter Davies. “Let the fuckers work that one out”, he apparently said to Shotton when he’d finished. Asked by Playboy to explain ‘Walrus’ some 13 years later, he remarked that he thought Dylan got away with murder attimes and that he’d decided “I can write this crap too.” The only serious part of the lyric, apparently, was the opening line with its vision of the unity behind all things.

Steve Turner, The Beatles - The Stories Behind The Songs (1967-1970)

[doctorharley-md]

cont. w? @glitchexmachina

“Well that’s a funny thing…did you break in, or did I let you in?” he asked.  If he didn’t want people in his lab, they wouldn’t get in.  

As much as Harley, and Tyson could only assume at this point, wanted to be the DeeDee to his Dexter there was a reason that Harley found her way to the Workshop.  Those who were in need of its services could always find it, or if the master of the house sent out an invite.  

“And yes, I do want pizza.  Preferably one that uses semolina with their crusts.  Can we do pickup?  The pizza guy never knows where to deliver and I need the exercise.”

He’d have to ask her how she got on Batman’s good side.  Sounded like a handy thing to have.

Harley stared at him openly as he spoke. It took her a moment to register his requests, and then she shrugged. “Sure.” As weird as this encounter had been so far, it wasn’t close to the weirdest position in which Harley had ever found herself. It seemed to be going about as well as could be expected.

She pressed the call button on her phone, and brought it up to her ear. “Hey, Nicky baby, how are ya? I know it’s late, but...” Harley grinned as a familiar masculine voice answered her from the other end of the phone. “Yeah. Pick up this time, I’m not home... I know, but maybe next time - I’m still up by one in Street Fighter and you know I can’t wait to kick your ass again.” She giggled briefly, and began twirling a loose strand of hair around her index finger before remembering a question. “Hey, wait... do you use semolina in your crusts? Or could ya for this one?... Sweet. Love ya, Nicky, see ya soon.” 

Her thumb tapped the button to end the call, and Harley was still grinning happily when her gaze found its way back to her company. “It’ll be half an hour. It’s half pepperoni, cause sometimes I’m in the mood for it and sometimes I’m not so I always get half and half...” Harley’s explanation trailed off as a frown slowly furrowed her brow. “Who are you anyways?”

[x-heesy]

By Kay Nielsen (1886–1957)

"East of the Sun and West of the Moon" (Norwegian: Østenfor sol og vestenfor måne) is a Norwegian fairy tale. "East of the Sun and West of the Moon" was collected by Peter Christen Asbjørnsen and Jørgen Moe. It is Aarne–Thompson type 425A, the search for the lost husband; other tales of this type include "Black Bull of Norroway", "The King of Love", "The Brown Bear of Norway", "The Daughter of the Skies", "The Enchanted Pig", "The Tale of the Hoodie", "Master Semolina", "The Sprig of Rosemary", "The Enchanted Snake", and "White-Bear-King-Valemon". The Swedish version is called "Prince Hat under the Ground". It is related to both the tale of "Cupid and Psyche" in The Golden Ass and to "Beauty and the Beast". It was included by Andrew Lang in The Blue Fairy Book.

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[theassofwonder]

A Cord of Three Strands (Is Not Quickly Broken)

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Content Warning: slight NSFW content in the first paragraph. From “He moves his hand slowly” to “Evgeni and Anya groan in unison”. The mentioned groaning is not from the NSFW content.

Evgeni doesn’t want to get out of bed. He knows he has to; he has training with Kadarov later, and he has to make sure that Nikita gets his breakfast. But right now he’s comfortable, lying in a patch of sunlight, curled around the warm body of his beautiful wife. His beautiful awake wife, he amends, feeling Anya shift, hearing her breathing change. He moves his hand slowly down from where it rested on her stomach to tease at her cunt over her sleep shorts. Anya hums, shifting her legs to accommodate his fingers, and Evgeni barely brushes against the folds of her inner labia when the baby monitor crackles to life.

Evgeni and Anya groan in unison. Nikita isn’t crying or screaming yet; they could still make the most of however much time they have left. But Anya sighs and gets out of bed, patting Evgeni’s thigh as she goes.

“We’re already awake, we might as well start the day.”

“I was starting our day,” he grouses. “It was going great, too.”

Anna tosses him an amused look over her shoulder as she heads for the bathroom. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me. In the meantime, why don’t you go check on our son?”

Evgeni grumbles and rolls his eyes, but it’s a weak façade, so he goes to retrieve Nikita, only lingering for a moment to cast a longing glance toward the master bathroom.

Nikita’s sitting quietly in his crib, gnawing on his tiny fist, and he starts making grabby hands at Evgeni when he walks into the room. “Papa,” Nikita calls and pulls himself up to stand by the crib railing, trying to reach his little arms over. “Papa, out!”

“Oh, you want out?” Evgeni teases, standing just out of reach. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay in a little longer?”

“Papa,” Nikita whines. “Out. Eat!”

“Well, if you have to eat,” Evgeni sighs. He hefts Nikita out of the crib, exaggerating his groan to hear him giggle. “But first,” he holds Nikita up to eye level. “Do you have to use the potty?”

Nikita frowns, clearly putting a lot of thought into the question. “Yeah,” he says at last. “Gotta potty.”

“Okay then,” Evgeni says cheerfully. “Let’s get you to the potty so we can have breakfast with Mommy.”

“Mommy,” Nikita repeats, maybe in agreement. He wriggles in Evgeni’s arms, making noises to be let down, so Evgeni does and watches as his son promptly trip over his own feet.

“Daddy,” Nikita whines, turning over to lay on his back. “I falled.”

“You fell,” Evgeni corrects lightly, crouching down. “Are you hurt?”

“No. Daddy,” he pouts, his lower lip trembling. “Daddy, I pottied.”

Evgeni does his best to hold back his laughter. “Oh my. Let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?”

“Bath, Daddy?”

“Yes, Niki, let’s get you in the bath.”

He undresses Nikita there in the bedroom, tugging the laundry hamper out into the hallway to remember to get it all washed later in the day. He knocks on the bathroom doorjamb as a warning and leads Nikita over to the tub. “Stay,” he instructs, tapping Nikita’s nose to make him giggle. “I’m going to let mommy know we’re in here, then I’m going to help get you cleaned up, okay?”

“Kay,” Nikita says, curling his toes over the tile. Evgeni’s glad they decided on the warming tiles for the bathroom, and that the steam from Anya’s shower is filling the rest of the room, so he doesn’t have much of a chance to guilt himself for not remembering to wrap Nikita in a towel or something while he waits.

“Hey,” he taps his knuckles against the glass of the shower door. “I’m going to give Nikita a bath.”

Anya sticks her head out the door, frowning slightly. “He shouldn’t need a bath yet. Did something happen?”

“Nothing big, just peed his pants a little.” Evgeni tweaks her nose, laughing when she scowls tries to shove him away, her wet hand slipping against his bare shoulder.

“Go clean your son,” she mutters, closing the shower door.

Evgeni grins, turning around to wiggle his eyebrows at Nikita. “What do you think, little man? Are you ready for your bath?”

Nikita grins back toothily, which Evgeni takes as a ‘yes’, so he turns on the bath faucet and adjusts the temperature so that the water is warm but won’t be uncomfortable to a toddler. He lets Nikita sit and splash around in the tub while it fills and keeps an eye on him while he gathers the kid bath wash and a washcloth and hangs a towel on the warming rack for later. He shuts the water off when the tub fills just below the overflow and flicks the water off his fingers.

“You good?” He checks in with Nikita. “Not too hot?”

Nikita shakes his head. “Good,” he says and slams his hands flat onto the surface of the water, sending a small wave of water over the edge of the tub, a significant amount landing on Evgeni’s shirt. There’s a pause where Nikita realizes what he’s caused, then the bathroom is filled with the bright, bubbling laughter of a child who has discovered something he deems utterly hilarious.

“Yes,” Evgeni says drily. “You think you’re hilarious, don’t you, making a big mess.”

“Daddy’s wet,” Nikita giggles, holding his hands together over his mouth.

“I am,” Evgeni agrees, trying to keep a straight face. “And that looked very fun for you, but playtime is over now. Let’s get clean, okay?”

Nikita scrunches up his face and shakes his head wildly. “No.”

“But we want to smell nice and clean so we can get hugs from Mommy,” Evgeni cajoles. “Mommy won't hug you if you smell stinky.”

Nikita shakes his head again, but he looks less resistant, so Evgeni leans closer, making a mental note to really make it up to Anya later, and plays his trump card.

“If you’re good and take a bath now,” Evgeni whispers, “we can watch cartoons with breakfast.” He quickly holds a finger up to his mouth when Nikita’s eyes go wide. “You need to be quiet though, okay? Can you stay calm for Daddy?”

“Okay,” Nikita whispers from behind his hands. “Okay, Daddy.”

Evgeni grins and ruffles Nikita’s hair. “Good boy. Now, what should we wash first, your hair or your body?”

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Anya is not, predictably, impressed with Evgeni’s persuasion tactics, and is only slightly mollified when he gives her a preview of his apology- a deep, toe-curling kiss (while Nikita is otherwise occupied with his cartoons) that leaves both of them breathless.

Anya smacks his chest lightly when he frees her, her face flushed a nice pink. “Be decent, will you? Nikita’s barely five feet away.”

“He’s not paying attention!” Evgeni leers, half-heartedly trying to reel her back in. “He’s too invested in his show.”

Anya laughs, incredulously, and like she’s trying to hold it in. “And whose fault is that, hm? You had to bribe him to take a bath!”

“It worked though, didn’t it?” Evgeni smiles sweetly, giving the semolina a quick but thorough mixing.

“And now he’s going to ask for it every time he needs a bath.” Anya slides the eggs from her pan onto plates and switches off the burner. “And it’s fine this one time, Zhenya, but it cannot become a pattern. It won’t be good for him.”

“I hear you,” Evgeni says, tasting a small spoonful of the semolina and tries not to make a face. “Do we have any more berries, or did we finish them off yesterday?”

Anya hums, plating the toast next to the eggs. “There should be some raspberries left in the fridge. If not, we can just use the honey.”

Evgeni does make a face at that, but he also finds half a clamshell of raspberries on one of the shelves, so he figures their plan to get Nikita more accustomed with denser solids won’t be a grand failure. Maybe just a small mess. He scoops the semolina into bowls and distributes the rest of the raspberries between them. Anya’s already gathered the silverware and the plates, so Evgeni follows her with the bowls, and they set them on the coffee table in front of the couch that Nikita is doing his best to become one with.

“Hey, little lion,” Anya coos, shaking one of his little feet. “We’re going to eat breakfast, and then Daddy and I want to talk about something with you.”

“Nothing bad,” Evgeni interjects. “Just something big and important. Okay?”

Nikita blinks at them, nods, and slides off the couch to sit at the coffee table. He doesn’t make too much of a fuss over the semolina, thank god, but he’s slow to eat it, thanks to the kid’s television in front of him. Evgeni avoids Anya’s eyes; she’s already radiating that I-told-you-so smugness and he’s not eager to feed into it. When Nikita’s eaten half of his bowl, and the TV gives way to commercials, Evgeni mutes it and turns to the side to face Nikita.

“So,” he starts and looks to Anya, who rolls her eyes. She pulls Nikita into her lap and makes a ‘go on’ gesture. He sticks out his tongue, which earns him an unamused stare from his wife and an infectious giggle from their son.

“Mommy and I were talking,” Evgeni starts again. “About one of my friends coming to stay with us for a bit. He plays hockey with me in America.” Nikita looks a little more interested at that, sitting up a little in Anya’s lap. “His name is Sidney,” Evgeni continues. “Would that be okay with you, little lion?”

Nikita looks like he’s either thinking really hard or he’s about to fill his diaper. “Play hockey,” he asks, and Evgeni and Anya breathe twin sighs of relief; no one likes changing a poopy diaper.

“Yes,” Evgeni agrees. “I’m sure Sidney would love to play hockey with you.”

And with the nod of a two-year-old, it is decided: the Malkin house is ready for Sidney Crosby.

But, Evgeni thinks, filled with trepidation and excitement, is Sidney Crosby ready for them?

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NOTO -  CAFFE’ SICILIA 

Il maestro Corrado Assenza ha preparato: una torta con gelato di   albicocche,mandorla di Noto, basilico, miele di fiori d’arancio, gelatina in fogli, marmellata di pompelmi rosa, farina di semi di carruba, pepe nero di Sawarak, Gelato al basilico e allo zafferano siciliano, mandorla di Noto e limone. Semplice cassatina con pasta di mandorle di Noto, ricotta di pecora, frutta candita locale, gelato alla mandorla di Noto con limone, semplice sorbetto di pistacchio di Bronte. Tranci vari di torta specialità della casa, sono vari gusti che vanno dallo zenzero alla zucca, dal caprino piemontese alla vaniglia di Tahiti con cannella, pan di spagna alle mandorle con insalata di frutta, sorbetto al pomodoro con cuore al cipollotto, gelato di finocchietto selvatico servito con crema di semola e senape, crema di carota, oliva candita e broccolo, ci sarebbe altro ma posso mettere solo dieci foto alla volta.

The master Corrado Assenza has prepared: a cake with apricot ice cream, Noto almond, basil, orange blossom honey, leaf jelly, pink grapefruit jam, carob seed flour, black Sawarak pepper, basil ice cream and Sicilian saffron, Noto almond and lemon. Simple cassatina with Noto almond paste, sheep ricotta, locally candied fruit, Noto almond ice cream with lemon, simple Bronte pistachio sorbet. Various slices of home-made cake, are various flavors ranging from ginger to pumpkin, from Piedmontese cheese goat to Tahiti vanilla with cinnamon, almond sponge cake with fruit salad, tomato sorbet with onion heart, wild fennel ice cream served with cream of semolina and mustard, cream of carrot, candied olive and broccoli, there would be more but I can only put ten photos at a time.

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Narva Jõesuu is situated in north-eastern Estonia. The town’s name in Estonian and Russian means “Mouth of the Narva”,

Thanks to the beach, covered with fine sand and lined with a pine forest, There are a lot of SPAs and Narva-Jõesuu has long been a popular summer destination. In the late 19th and early 20th century, it was a spa town frequented by the nobility from Saint Petersburg.

  Today Narva- Jõesuu is eclectic and comparing with Latvian Jurmala, need a lot of investments to restore the former glory. But on the other hand, this is it Narva Jõesuu.

Old fashioned dachas (summer houses) alternately with gorgeous villas. Abandoned nine-storey houses alternately with The New Russian (a person who gained quick riches) style palaces with arches and towers…

Did you know? Estonia holds 4th place in urban air quality (WHO)

  We visited Narva Jõesuu in early spring windy, cold and rainy day. But as I said: golden sand beach, great promenades, a lot of forests. Silence, out of civilization. Ordered parks and interesting children and pets friendly city. Narva Jõesuu is something interesting and different. I bet you never visited something similar.

This part of Estonia- north-eastern Estonia, Ida-Virumaa, has a challenging and little bit sad history.   Settled a long time ago. Amazing nature, sea, forest and cliff coast. Near to Russia…Older people still remember beautiful buildings, cosy cafe… But by the end of July 1944, 98% of Narva had been destroyed. The original native inhabitants were not allowed to return to Narva after the war and immigrant Russian-speaking workers from other parts of the USSR were brought in to populate the city.

And yes. There are still live some people, who believe that their president is Putin, People who cannot and do not want to speak Estonian. But most of Russians in this area are very hospitable, hearty and friendly people.

  People settled in the area from the 5th to 4th millennium BC, as witnessed by the archaeological traces of the Narva culture, named after the city. The fortified settlement at Narva Joaoru is the oldest known in Estonia, dated to around 1000 BC. The settlement in Narva Jõesuu probably arose in the 14th century, then part of the Duchy of Estonia, a dominion of the Livonian Order within Terra Mariana from 1346. It was first documented in a 1503 deed issued by Master of the Order Wolter von Plettenberg. It was the site of an outer harbour of the City of Narva from the 16th century, containing several timber stockyards, sawmills, and small shipbuilding industry.

  Best Route to Visit Narva Jõesuu From Tallinn to Narva 211 km (2 h 30 min) on the way back visit:

Narva is the third largest city in Estonia. It is located at the eastern extreme point of Estonia, by the Russian border, Not far from the town is the Narva Waterfall, whose spillway capacity is one of the largest in northern Europe.

Narva Jõesuu 7,5 km beach, covered with fine sand and lined with a pine forest; Old fashioned dachas (summer houses) alternately with gorgeous villas. Abandoned nine-store houses alternately with The New Russian (a person who gained quick riches) style palaces with arches and towers…

The Sinimäed Hills (or Blue Hills; The hills are best known as the location of the Battle of Tannenberg Line, fought in World War II on July 26–August 12, 1944. There, the Waffen-SS defeated a Soviet offensive against Germany.

Sillamäe during the Soviet regime in Estonia, Sillamäe remained a closed town due to the secrecy and security measures related to the uranium production activities at the local plant. You have the possibility to examine the buildings from the post-war period of Stalin, classical avenues, pompous promenade and museums. (Drive in the city Rumjantsevi Street and find Sillamäe Kultuurikeksus (Cultural Center- if possible ask permission to visit this centre as well, inside is very interesting)) Park your car and walk in park and promenade

Päite Pank Päite cliff, part of the Baltic Klint.

Toila palace and Park, President Päts used as his summer residence. You can walk in the well-marked and well-maintained park, look at various species of trees and shrubs, explore Hõbeallika (Silver Spring) Cave, as well as enjoy the sea view and the sunset from the Swallow’s Nest.

Valaste waterfall located on the Ontika limestone cliff, is more than 30 m high, making it the highest waterfall in Estonia

Vihula Manor At the time it belonged to the Danish baron Hans von Lode. The manor fascinates with its atmosphere and picturesque location in Lahemaa National Park.

Viinistu In the little coastal village of Viinistu, you can visit an Art Museum located in old cold storage of a fish processing plant.

Viru Raba Viru bog nature trail ( 3,5 km) 3,5 km is one way, the circle will be 6 km.

  In Estonia

In this region the first language is Russian. But practically all Estonians speak or at least understand English.  Because of the similarity of languages, Estonians are able to understand Finnish.  Children learn German, French, Swedish or Chinese at school

almost everywhere you can pay with a card. ATM -s are in the bigger place and petrol stations.

and yes, this is not a fairy tale. Almost everywhere in Estonia is Wifi

Best Souvenirs to buy from Estonia

Kalev confectionary, liqueur Old Tallinn/Vana Tallinn, Balbiino ice cream and Tallinna spiced sprats (Tallinna vürtsikilu) and Narva silmud (lamprey)

Handicrafts made of linen, wool, wood, juniper or limestone. Haapsalu scarf. (NB! In Tallinn Viru Street you can find a lot of amber and Matrjoschka. Amber is from Lithuania and Matrjoschka from Russia. Both countries are beautiful and with a rich culture and interesting history. I suggest to visit Lithuania and Russia :))

for children, everything about and with Lotte.

  Estonian Food you Must to Try

visit Estonian supermarkets and buy some Estonian dairy products: kohuke, kodujuust (cottage cheese), hapukoor (sour cream). Buy Kama and rye bread, handicraft beer

 In restaurants ask for quark cake, soups with dumplings, meatballs or cabbage. Semolina cream, quark cream or bread cream. Local lake fish. Drink kefir, kvass or local beer. Värska mineral water. And Estonian tap water and spring water are clean, pure and drinkable.

 Culture:

check and google timetables for Viljandi Folk, Pärnu Weekend, Jazzkaar, PÖFF or Laulupidu.

buy a movie about Estonian history: ” Nimed marmortahvlil”, ” Tants aurukatla ümber”, ” “Tuulepealne maa”. Or ” Malev”, this is a comedy and pseudo-history, but very good summary about Estonians.

Music: Pärt and Tüür.  Tõnis Mägi, The Sun; Metsatöll and TradAttack. And read my blog posts. I gave a lot of links for good Estonian music.

Narva- Jõesuu #visitestonia #narvajoesuu #estonia100 Narva Jõesuu is situated in north-eastern Estonia. The town's name in Estonian and Russian means "Mouth of the Narva",