Posts Tagged ‘food’

Dagmar’s lungs began to burn again, so she took another breath from the tank. It was easy to plan to ration breaths from the tank before the mission; it was always different once she was in the field. She made a note to hold back until she could get some better compensation from her client.

“Aren’t you curious to know what this rare ingredient is?” the synthesized voice in her ear whispered.

“The parameters said I’d know it when I saw it, Essi. I don’t make a habit of asking questions my clients don’t want to answer.”

“That seems like a dangerous standard operating procedure.”

“Believe me, it’s no more dangerous than asking questions.”

“This seems like a lot of trouble to go through just for a gourmet dish.”

“Well, you’re an AI. What would you know about food?”

“And you live on freeze-dried nutrients. What would you know?”

“I think that’s exactly why I’d know about it. Now shut up. I have to concentrate.”

She took another breath and approached the final door. She entered the passcode she’d memorized, and the door slid open. The instructions had been right: there was only one thing in the room.

“I don’t think that’s what you’d normally call an ‘ingredient,’” the voice in her ear said.

In the middle of the floor was a rothari youth, maybe female based on the color of its skin. Dagmar sighed and shook her head; the little tentacled thing didn’t look like much, but she could fetch a handsome price in some of the higher social circles that wanted the delicacy of eating a sentient species without the taboo of cannibalism. The young rothari spoke, but Dagmar had no comprehension of what she said. It sounded more like popping bubbles than words.

“Maybe a question or two was in order?” the voice in her ear said.

“Shut up, or shut down. Your choice,” she murmured as she closed and sealed the door behind her.

The little thing looked up at Dagmar and began to knot and unknot its tentacle-like appendages. She rubbed her eyes in the palms of her hands.

“You have a contract, Dagmar,” the voice reminded her.

“I know!”

“Why is she here, anyway? Why isn’t she at home? She’s obviously too young to be in a place like this one on her own.”

“I don’t know!”

“What are you going to do?”

Dagmar looked up again and peered at the youth. She had no idea why this child was here in this locked room alone, but she couldn’t think of a single altruistic reason for it.

The young rothari extended its tentacles toward Dagmar, not unlike a human toddler asking to be picked up. She reached for the outstretched tentacles, and the small thing moved surprisingly fast up her arms. It wrapped itself around her rested its head against Dagmar’s shoulder. This close, she could hear the child struggling to breathe and felt her tremble.

“Ma’am?”

“Houdini protocol, Essi. We’re going to have to lay low for a while. And it looks like we have a new addition to the ship.”

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Happy December 1!

Much like autumn tastes like pumpkin, winter tastes like peppermint, and I lurve it! I love the peppermint hot chocolate, cookies, candies, ice cream, milk shakes, schnapps, etc. It’s such a refreshing taste that always makes me smile. When I do my holiday baking this year, I think I’ll try to incorporate as much peppermint as possible.

Here’s what I normally make every year: sugar cookies, snickerdoodles, spritz cookies, candy cane cookies, Nanaimo bars, and fudge. I can add peppermint to the sugar cookies and even spritz cookies pretty easily, but I think I’ll try something new this year. I want to make peppermint bark!

I’ve never done it before. If you don’t have any recommendations, I’ll just go to allrecipes.com and choose one. Please let me know by Sunday if you have any suggestions!

You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown

Posted: November 7, 2011 in Food, Lurve
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Did I ever mention I’m married to a wonderful man? Well, I am.

I’ve been down and out lately, so what did he do? He got up early and made his signature “double” sandwich: two fried eggs, two slices of fried ham, and two slices of gooey extra sharp cheddar cheese between two perfectly toasted slices of whole wheat bread. Heart stopping, but delicious. Oh, and he served it to me in bed 🙂 While I was eating, he disappeared. When he reappeared, he had two dozen red roses and a vanilla cappuccino for me!

Yes, I’m aware we’re using a pitcher as a vase. I like the aesthetic 🙂

Breakfast in bed and roses are simple things, but it’s amazing how much they can make one feel loved and supported. Partnerships are pretty awesome things. I highly recommend them to anyone.

A Pumpkin-Flavored Post

Posted: October 18, 2011 in Food, Holidays
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Because it’s October and all the cool kids are doing it.

But really, pumpkins make everything better: ice cream, milkshakes, lattes, you name it. But not pie. Unless there’s so much whipped cream you can’t see it, pumpkin pie is not for me. Go ahead. Judge me.

But I also just like pumpkins. There’s something undeniably romantic about them. Every time I see the first crate of orangey goodness in the stores, I feel like grabbing the nearest knife and carving the scariest face I can think of. Hm, that sounds remarkably violent. But admit it: you love carving pumpkins too.

And now, for your viewing pleasure, a most sincere pumpkin patch:

The Awkward First Post

Posted: October 17, 2011 in Uncategorized
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The first post is a lot like meeting someone for the first time. You don’t really know how much to talk about yourself. You’re constantly checking your jerk-o-meter. You don’t know exactly what will be interesting to the other person. You’re never really sure if you’re coming off as bragging or, alternatively, overly self-effacing. But, heck, it’s a personal blog, so I figure a bit a vanity (at least in the first post) is pretty much expected. So here goes.

First off, I like books, so I’ll probably end up talking a lot about what I’m reading (currently, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest). I also write, though I haven’t sold anything yet. If you’re really lucky, I’ll grace you with the world’s next SFF masterpiece so that you can tell your children, your grandchildren, and even your great-grandchildren you were there from the beginning.

And then there’s food. Mmmmmm. Food. Luckily, I’m married to a brilliant chef who plies me with delicious creations. And I’m not a bad cook either. My genius, though, usually comes in the form of baked goods. I can’t promise this blog will not eventually have a foodie page.

IRL, I’m a copy editor (lead copy editor, thank you very much), but don’t worry. I know exactly how boring it would be for you to read my rants about how no one uses colons properly anymore or about why I think the Oxford comma is in fact master of the universe. I’ll keep the grammar-speak to a minimum. Promise!

Oh, there’s more. But we’ll go ahead and stop there for the time being. You’ll just have to come back to see what other surprises I have in store for you 🙂

(Also, the image above was found on Flickr.com on Sean MacEntee’s photostream.)