Christmas Wishes
Nov. 7th, 2006 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fairyd123So I've seen the very cool Christmas Wish meme that people have been posting in their journals. I decided not to post it simply because I couldn't think of ten things I really wanted (although if anyone wanted to make me a pretty Supernatural layout for my journal or send me nice cookie receipes I would love you for it - bats eyes prettily!) but anyway it being the season of giving and all I wondered whether instead of asking for things if there was anything that anyone particularly wanted to see on here?
Want me to write a review of a particular episode, write meta on a SPN subject, read and review a story that I haven't so far that you've written or you'd think I'd like(although please for my sanity no Dean/Jo!) . Hell I'm even up for writing fic if you want. Just comment and let me know.
For those wanting Christmas Cards feel free to leave your addy by commenting on my last post (all comments are screened on that one) - I've had a few sign up but very happy to send more!
Want me to write a review of a particular episode, write meta on a SPN subject, read and review a story that I haven't so far that you've written or you'd think I'd like(although please for my sanity no Dean/Jo!) . Hell I'm even up for writing fic if you want. Just comment and let me know.
For those wanting Christmas Cards feel free to leave your addy by commenting on my last post (all comments are screened on that one) - I've had a few sign up but very happy to send more!
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Date: 2006-11-07 10:40 pm (UTC)Rec some het.
I might have some cookie recipes - Shall I dig them out?
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Date: 2006-11-07 10:51 pm (UTC)Het -dude girls smell! It's funny for most of the other fandoms that I've been interested in I'm all about the cannon pairing - Mulder and Scully, Vaughn and Sydney, Angel and Buffy (probably the only one in that fandom who didn't see any slash at all between the male characters) but SPN and House are two fandoms where it's just ended up being slash all the way. I'll check out some het stories but they sure as hell won't feature Jo!
Cookie recipes - yay! Yummy. I'd definitely want them if you have some.
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Date: 2006-11-07 10:58 pm (UTC)And you know I'm JoNo when it comes to sex in SPN.
I'll look out some cookie recipes. I've a metric tonne of cookery books. I seem to become very good at things I hate.
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Date: 2006-11-12 01:09 am (UTC)“Yeah Sammy?” Dean had been left in charge, Dad was off hunting a piasa.
“Can we go to the store and buy those cookies I like?” Sammy looked hopeful.
Dean checked his pockets, there wasn’t not enough. “Sorry Sammy. Everything’s been spent until Dad gets back.”
“But I like those cookies, Dean!” Sam’s voice was threatened to become a wail and he’d got those damn puppy eyes on him. Dammit! He hated when Sammy did that
Dean looked through the garbage and found the packet. He went to look in the units, found pretty much the same ingredients. Flour, sugar, margarine, milk and eggs. Vanilla essence. “What the hell is vanilla essence?”
Sammy had dragged a chair over to the open unit. “It’s in that bottle.”
“I know that, Sammy. But what‘s it for?”
“It makes cookies taste like cookies?” Sammy looked thoughtful, wrinkling his forehead.
“I’ll get a bowl.” Dean rifled through more units. “There’s no bowls. There‘s a set of scales.”
“There’s a bucket,” said Sammy. “The one you used to wash the dog crap off my boots.”
“Don’t say crap, Sammy. Say something else,” Dean admonished.
“You washed the dog shit off my boots.”
“We’ll go with crap.” He peered into the bucket. “Looks clean enough.”
On the back of the flour there was a recipe for oatmeal cookies. “Sammy? Do we have oatmeal?”
“I don’t want oatmeal! It’s icky!”
“I’m going to turn it into cookies, Sammy. You don’t have to eat it.” He only wanted to make the damn cookies.
“Are you magic Dean?” Breathed Sammy.
“No, but it’s a bit like a spell book,” he picked up the flour, showed it to Sam. “See?”
“One hundred and twenty five grammes of flour?” He turned to Dean, confused. “What’s a gramme?”
“What they use in Canada. They’re weird.” Dean motioned towards the flour. “What else does it say?”
“125 grammes of oatmeal.” Sammy looked worried. “Are you sure these won’t be sloppy cookies?”
“I’m sure. What’s next?”
“75 grammes of sugar.” This was sort of muffled.
“Sam, stop eating the sugar, pour it into the scales.” Dean was mixing the oatmeal and the flour together, added the sugar when Sam decided he’d had enough. “What’s next?”
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Date: 2006-11-12 01:10 am (UTC)“What the hell? Sammy, stop eating the damn sugar, will ya!” Dean took the packet from his brother. “Seventy five grammes of margarine or -?”
“Dean!” Protested Sammy, grabbing the bag back, but Dean was still holding it. There was short tussle before Dean won out, but he pulled the bag too hard and the flour puffed over the kitchen.
“Aw, fucking hell!” Dean swore.
“It’s like snow!” Sammy giggled, dancing in it and leaving foot prints everywhere.
Dean turned back to the recipe. “Add margerine, rub into dry ingedients.”
Sam stopped dancing in the flour to peer into the bucket. “Dean, that looks gross. Are you sure it’ll turn into a cookie?”
“It’ll turn into lots of cookies, Sammy.” He peered at the recipe. “What else does it say?”
“It says you could use a food mixer to cream it if you wanted, instead of rubbing it in.”
Dean could see Sam draw breath to ask- “We ain’t got a food mixer. Be better if we had. This‘ll have to do.”
“Yneedneggormilk.”
“Sammy! Put the sugar down!” He didn’t want to stop rubbing it in. “Egg as needed to create a stiff dough.”
Sammy got the milk from the fridge without spilling it. Maybe there was a God. Dean added it gradually, until he had a dough that Sammy could roll flat with a tin of Spaghetti-Os.
Dean greased a sheet of tin foil, ready for the oven as Sam squashed the dough. “Dean, what are we going to use to turn it in to a round?” The child asked as he read the recipe. “Will Dad be able to use them for ammo? Can cookies kill piasas?”
“God, I hope not. We’ll use a mug,” said Dean and Sammy was kept occupied for few minutes cutting out the cookies, while Dean arranged them carefully on the tinfoil. “We’ll put them in the oven, gas mark four for what? 15-20 minutes?”
“Do Canadians use minutes?” Asked Sammy. Judging by the forehead crinkle, this was of grave import.
While they waited, Dean considered what other things he could cook. “Y’know, if we changed oatmeal for chocolate and milk for an egg, and used a food mixer to cream it, we could have chocolate chip cookies. We’d have to cream it first, then put the chocolate., but everything else would be the same.”
“Can you make double biscuits?” Asked Sammy. “I like those.”
“I guess, we’d leave out the choc chips and the oatmeal, just cream it in a mixer, then when the cookies were baked, we could put icing on top and a cherry.”
“Put the jelly in the middle and squash them together!” Sammy squealed.
“That works, too,” said Dean.
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Date: 2006-11-12 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-12 08:14 pm (UTC)If you want any more recipes, let me know. I've more cookery books in my mum's attic. Never mind one that beonged to my G-Grandmother. It has the most wonderful Scots filling meals in it. Stovies and stews and soups so thick and filling you can stand a fucking spoon in them. It's got little cartoons based on sayings at the start and end of each chapter. my favourite is "It's the hicht o nonsense tae crick yon eig wi a sledgehammer" and the cartoon is a guy in a kilt, with a sledgehammer and an egg down on its knees and begging. Or the goose sick of sitting on the eggs while the gander is chatting up and the lady geese. In the end she leaves him sitting on the eggs, pissed off while she chats up all the other ganders. "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander."
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Date: 2006-11-08 12:00 pm (UTC)Layouts and icons I suck mightily at (although I keep trying, any excuse to look at the pretty, right?). If you want me to try and make you an icon, give me a prompt :).
I think you arrived on my flist after I posted my last fic, so you've not R&R'd any of mine... I take concrit relatively bravely (and only weep in private), so if you wish I'd love it if you'd pick on and review, they're all listed with precis here: http://wenchpixie.livejournal.com/107251.html
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Date: 2006-11-08 10:32 pm (UTC)Sure I'd be delighted to check out your fic.I'll have a look this weekend.
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Date: 2006-11-08 10:44 pm (UTC)Et voila: (and they really are a scoot, I made 24 of them at half eleven on monday night to take into work tuesday. They were all gone (and there were only 9 people in) by half past 11...)
Ingredients
250g plain flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
Half-teaspoon bicarbonate soda
2 tablespoons cocoa
175g caster sugar (actually I just use normal sugar mostly)
150g chocolate chips (they tend to come in bags of 100g, it works fine with just that too)
250ml milk
90ml vegetable oil
1 large egg
Method
Preheat the oven to 200C and fill a 12-bun muffin tray with paper cases.
Weigh out the dry ingredients into a large bowl. Pour all the liquid ingredients into a measuring jug.
Mix both together – it will be a runny batter - then spoon into waiting muffin cases.
cook for 20 minutes or until the muffins are risen and springy (if you give them a wee poke you can tell - I usually need to turn the tray after 20 mins and give them about a minute and a half more)
Makes 12
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Date: 2006-11-12 08:17 pm (UTC)