Cookies!

For grauwulf, but everyone else can make some too, because they're really good! :) And I've just babbled a great deal about them, so if you want to make them I'd recommend reading the whole mess and just recopying the bits that you want to follow, so you don't get confused and use the wrong baking times or something...

( canyon cookies! )

( and then I massacre the recipe! )

Oh, and for those of you who just happen to be wherever I am at New Year's, I'm thinking these are likely to be the cookies of choice. Unless I end up doing cream cheese klotchky (is that spelled right, fishy1?) with almond and poppyseed fillings instead...

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Wow. "Quizzical" is spelled with a Q and two Zs. Who knew?

I'm so productive...
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Spelling note #2: "ascetic" monks are not in the least bit related to "aecetic" acid. Now if only I could remember which spelling was which without having to look them up every time...

39.5k/54-- phoey.

For some reason I had it in my head that I had looked and found photocopies from the mesoamerican mythology book I borrowed from fishy1 last year, but it seems I was delusional. (I don't actually know why I thought this, either, since I know I wrote that chapter working right out of the book...) And while it is possible she and scraun23 are back in town at this point, I'm not really prepared to go out and fetch the book from them until tomorrow, anyway. And I have no idea how it was that Sherry got from India to Azteca anyway, except that it involved dark and dusty tunnel #1 (as opposed to all the dark and not dusty places she's so far been wandering about in...) in which she stumbles over the fragment of jade bone that later on becomes her nahual.

Anyway. The azteca bit is actually quite short, and I can't do it right now, so I get to temporarily skip the end of that chapter and go on to Argent/the Inferno. I wonder if my copy of that is still in the house? Oh, look, here it is. How excellent.

Meanwhile, because I'm actually sitting at my desk (having cleared the sewing machines off it, and stacked up the piles of mending/unfinished projects/other junk so that I have a clear space wider than my computer down the middle) I have rediscovered the small pile of Worthy and Interesting books that has been sitting on the corner for the past year, and the copy of the Decameron is taunting me because I'm not allowed to read it until my Nov. wordcount hits 50k. Sigh.

And lj seems to have suddenly convinced itself that I live a timezone away in the middle of the ocean or something. Weird...