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Nah, I didn't write again yesterday. But today is 23K and I accomplished backstory and acquired some more damned characters. A little more Cinderella stuff going on. Do I need so much talk about how Yanek doesn't ever have the appropriate clothing? I can cut it later. The ponies trot onstage again, briefly.
My research, let me show you it, because it will not show in the finished product, again: royal titles. Very difficult to find out what they cal the children of royals outside the UK. Screw it, the children of the Duke are "the little Dukes" and "the little Duchesses." Sidetracked into the title equivalents in other languages and why am I not calling these people things like voivode and herzog? Attempted to find some geographically-correct period clothing, or rather, some clothing of the generation or so before, again no dice so the upper classes wear what I say they do, which is largely whatever is most annoying.
I made cream cheese pastry for piroshki last night. Somewhere along the line I had become convinced that my mother had made that part up because she liked a recipe for cream cheese pastry she saw in a Sunset cookbook, but it appears there's reasonable precedent for it, so I guess that much is traditional. I don't have a lot of mushrooms to use so I'm making cabbage ones, but the recipes I see are boring, so I'm messing with that. Mainly to add tiny diced turnip and celery root and garlic and dill. And lots of parsley and green onions, as they were on sale. Anyway, I'm putting a potato and ground beef into it, so it's not that far from the original.
At thanksgiving my Danish sister in law was having paroxysms of joy over all the dill I put into everything. Of course she was. The non-Danes were a bit puzzled as to why the dill was so wonderful (I mean, the dishes were successful, they liked them, but the dill was not what they noticed, particularly).
What else? I don't know. I'm hungry. My knee hurts. I bet the dog peed by the back door.
Oh yeah, I pass 50K the next time I write.
My research, let me show you it, because it will not show in the finished product, again: royal titles. Very difficult to find out what they cal the children of royals outside the UK. Screw it, the children of the Duke are "the little Dukes" and "the little Duchesses." Sidetracked into the title equivalents in other languages and why am I not calling these people things like voivode and herzog? Attempted to find some geographically-correct period clothing, or rather, some clothing of the generation or so before, again no dice so the upper classes wear what I say they do, which is largely whatever is most annoying.
I made cream cheese pastry for piroshki last night. Somewhere along the line I had become convinced that my mother had made that part up because she liked a recipe for cream cheese pastry she saw in a Sunset cookbook, but it appears there's reasonable precedent for it, so I guess that much is traditional. I don't have a lot of mushrooms to use so I'm making cabbage ones, but the recipes I see are boring, so I'm messing with that. Mainly to add tiny diced turnip and celery root and garlic and dill. And lots of parsley and green onions, as they were on sale. Anyway, I'm putting a potato and ground beef into it, so it's not that far from the original.
At thanksgiving my Danish sister in law was having paroxysms of joy over all the dill I put into everything. Of course she was. The non-Danes were a bit puzzled as to why the dill was so wonderful (I mean, the dishes were successful, they liked them, but the dill was not what they noticed, particularly).
What else? I don't know. I'm hungry. My knee hurts. I bet the dog peed by the back door.
Oh yeah, I pass 50K the next time I write.
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