~ Blood Moon ~ Recipe

How to make it

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• The wine is quite complex and will take you to various aromatic heavens
• Serve with chestnuts fritters sprinked with eau de vie...'Waters of Life' A Foie Gras,or a fragrant pate of merles...blackbirds,you say you want grives...thrushes...Well,sorry...“Vous n’avez plus de poires ? Tant pis, je vais vous prendre des pommes. Faute de grives, on mange des merles !”
• “You’re all out of pears? Never mind, I’ll have some apples. In want of thrushes, one eats blackbirds!”...In want of something that you do not have,then one must find a way to make do.
• You are not an ornithologist or a hunter? That's okay,for what was good enough for the King will surely be good enough for whomever.
• ~ Sing a Song of Sixpence ~
• A pocket full of rye.
• Four and twenty blackbirds,
• Baked in a pie.
• When the pie was opened,
• The birds began to sing;
• Wasn't that a dainty dish,
• To set before the king?
• http://youtu.be/RDxfjUEBT9I ( Blackbird...Paul McCartney )
• http://youtu.be/-hJGfHbxGFs ( Midnight Lullaby...Tom Waits )
• In The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes, write that the rhyme has been tied to a variety of historical events or folklorish symbols such as the queen symbolizing the moon, the king the sun, and the blackbirds the number of hours in a day;
• And...after the Learner Lunar...there is always a good book...Joyce...James Joyce and 'Ulysses'
• Let's see what's for dinner...
• Throwing Ink To A Page...Inside the Osterie
• I personally like Jame Joyce's book 'Ulysses'... Shhh... in hush tones of silence do you say?...Nah I say!..."Potatoes anyone?" :
• This may not be Irish Potato Soup,but it is one of the soups that I make and dine on in the winter,it is like a warm blanket.
• And...'Mrkgnao' is so much better then 'Meow' in the Leopold Bloom section.
• "Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fouls.He liked thick giblet soup,nutty gizzards,a stuffed roast heart,liver slices fried with crust crumbs,fried hencod's roes"
• James Joyce's excess of drink probably did contribute substantially to his demise
• and...Oh boy! Could he drink! besides the Absinthe...that I have intitled 'La Fee Verte' within these walls... his daily morning routine of his visit to the osterie and partaking of Red Wine and a Presnitz,an eye wateringly sweet Triestine Pastry...and if you have the flour,sugar,butter,raisins,focaccia,almonds,sweet wine,rum,pine nuts,candied cedro,candied orange,cinnamon,nutmeg,eggs,cloves,dash of salt,then you can make this 'spiral'...and as I stated before,don't forget the Dolcetto delle Langhe,because Joyce most surely would not.
• What was with Joyce's punctuation in Molly Bloom's soliloquy? All I can say is,you better take a deep breath before you start the read and into the finish...Talk about long winded :o)
• A passage from the end of the novel illustrates the patience required in reading the language of Joyce that seeks to be concrete:
• ~and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.~
• The one piece does give you lots of man appeal,and freedom...'listen' very closely and you can 'see' the strapless dress in pure paper silk taffeta.The rustle alone should turn every head...
• ~ Yes ~
• He always wanted me to read this passage over and over again,and I had no understanding until he was gone.
• ~ One Friend ~
• Jeff...
• The many years of his friendship is always fresh in my mind.He was as tough as boot leather,but,soft as a new born colt,a side he tried to hide from me,but could not.He had the determination .There was something undeniably appealing about his strength,his nature,confidence.He was independent,and I mistook that for detactment.He was dominant in nature,but did not rule that over me knowing of my background.He was deeply passionate in what he liked,but tried very hard not to show that,for fear of seeming weak.His dual persona added intrique and charm to our friendship,but buried beneath all those layers laid a fiercely loyal,protective sentimentality that was incredibly attractive.He had a playful loving nature,and if I had given him a chance I just bet that he could have rocked my world in a remarkable way.There was a sensual intensity about him.He was a truth seeker,bright,energetic,charismatic,and reliable,a free spirit,loving the harmony in his surroundings,a country boy through and through,and very intuitive in nature.To just say that I merely miss him would do no honor to his memory.I loved him as a dear friend.There was a trust but a certain danger about him that drew me.I know that he knew that I cared about him deeply,but would not allow myself to cross that line,and he gave me that room and choice.I just didn't know that he loved me more.He recognized all the defensive slings and arrows in pure fear of commitment.A card he would not let me play and win with.I just felt safe and could be myself with him.He would have kicked my ass if he knew that I was barricading myself away.He always stepped back and let me stand or fall,but either way,he was always there to pick me up,dust me off,having his arm slung around my shoulder daring the world to do me harm.Physically,I guess the so called dime store women of today would not call him handsome,even thou there always seemed to be a long line and slew of them biding for his attention.It was always amusing to me to see him do the fast back shuffle when one would come on to him alittle bit to strongly.He was a beautiful man to me in everyway...and when that pickup truck slammed into that tree I lost my best friend who took me as I am...and loved me anyway.
• Gone for a few years now...but not forgotten!
• You get the understanding that eventually the feeling that is there will go away...A Prophecy?
• Only that an Angel came to Earth from the Celestial and collected a Soul...and left a huge hole.Perhaps the sight seen tonight,'Now you see it,now you don't' is a reminder.
• What is before...during...and after?
• Hug it tight,bless its flight and say..."Good Night"