HP Fic- Too Many Cooks 3/???
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tarotgalThe next part/chapter in the saga... I've already started part 4, but I'm afraid it might not be done before Thanksgiving. I've got a thesis to write by Tuesday and I managed, oh, about 2 pages tonight. DOH! Tis all right. Starting is always the hard part. Once I get into the groove, I'll be all right. I'm most worried about the lit review. Ick. Not looking forward to it by any means. I might just not do it until I get back and yell at myself later for the choice :-)
Part 1- http://www.livejournal.com/users/tarotgal/183693.html
Part 2- http://www.livejournal.com/users/tarotgal/187366.html
Same ratings apply to part 3
Too Many Cooks...
Part 3: Chamomile Tea
Sirius handed James off to Remus at the base of the main staircase and then scampered up them two at a time. When James made to follow, immensely curious as to what means they’d used as a distraction this time, Remus held him back. “We’re taking another route up, by way of the kitchens.” James, who was packed full and feeling sick at the mere mention of going to the kitchens for more, muttered something under his breath. With his heightened senses, Remus heard his complaint clearly. But Remus gave him a sympathetic look and put a hand on James’ shoulder to guide him along. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just making sure you’re set for the morning.
“For the… but we have classes…” said a perplexed James, running a hand over his forehead as though to rub away the ache there. He looked back at the staircase, seeing that the stream of blue sparks had ended just in time for them to slip away.
They made sure the passage was free of Hufflepuffs, whose common room was off the same hallway as the entrance to the kitchens, then quickly tickled the pear in a large painting and slipped inside before they could be noticed.
Remus guided James over to one of the many low stoves, where house elves were already boiling water and making teas. Remus began pouring cups and handing them to James one at a time to sample. Despite feeling sick, his nose was too stuffed to let him smell most of the smells in the kitchen and the teas were actually a bit soothing to his stomach. “I know you don’t like tea…” Remus said softly, not really directing the comment to James. “But you really should have some. It’ll make you feel a little bit better.” He lifted his head and looked over, his amber eyes traveling critically over James.
His hair was disheveled, though always looked like that. His face was pale, though perhaps that was just in contrast to the black-framed glasses. The gentle pink flush at his nostrils was easy to miss in even a detailed survey of the young man, though. Had Remus not known James was sick, he might easily have missed it. For the mere moment at least. A second later, his nose wrinkled. His hand raised and his head bobbed forward to meet it. “ahhhSchooo!”
He may have looked fine, but he was sounding far worse than he had the night before. “Bless you, James,” Remus said, forcing a tissue into his hand. James nodded a thank you and blew his nose several times, trying to ignore the concerned looks all the house elves were giving him. Remus moved closer, whispering, “You weren’t sneezing like that all through breakfast I hope?” James shook his head, sniffling. “Well, good for you, then. Still, I didn’t think Padfoot should have dragged you down there the way he did.”
“I needed to make an appearance,” James said, repeating the words he’d heard Sirius use. Remus must have heard them as well, and was as reluctant to believe them now as he had before.
“Mmm. Well, if it had been my decision, you’d still be snuggled asleep up in your nice warm bed.” James looked at him imploringly, as though immediately ready to switch sides with such comforting ideas. With a smile and a pat on his arm, Remus went on, “Hey, don’t worry. That’s where you’ll be in a few minutes. The others are just getting things ready for you. As I’m trying to do…” he pushed a cup of tea into James’ hand. “So try this one.”
James took a sip and pulled a face. “Terrible,” he said, coughing. “And it’s cold! Whoever heard of cold tea?”
Remus chuckled. “I thought you didn’t like tea. I was trying for something different in hopes that maybe you’d like it.” He took the cup back and set it carefully in the sink where the other breakfast dishes were quickly accumulating. “I should have known better than to use logic. Note to self: James doesn’t like Valerian tea, even if it *is* good for nervous tension headaches.”
His eyes went wide. “I do *not* have a nervous tension headache!” James snapped.
Remus made sure to turn away so James wouldn’t see his eyes rolling. “Mmm, no, of course you don’t. I’m sure you’re not worried about anything, right?” He smiled knowingly and handed James another cup before his friend could say otherwise. “Here, try this one.”
James shook his head, turning from the stove with hands cupped to his face. “ahhh… ahhhChahh! ahhhChoo! Tchooo!” He finished sneezing, but kept his hands to his face, and stayed half bent over. His breaths came in short gasps, “heh-hah-hah-hehh-” and his eyes opened briefly with that same imploring look at Remus. Then they snapped shut again. “hahhCHoo!” He swayed, falling to the side, into Remus’ outstretched arms.
“Whoa, now. Easy does it.” He helped James right himself. “And bless you.”
“You were… sayig subthig about bed?” he asked hopefully.
Remus nodded and tilted his head against James’. “We’re just waiting for Padfoot’s signal. But in the meantime…” he eased the new cup of tea into James hand.
James hesitated a moment, staring at Remus, a bit dumbstruck. “You dow, you’re starting to soud way too buch like your boyfriend.” Remus blushed and turned away, pretending to be interested in the supply of cups and bottles in the cupboard. Smiling, James took a few sips. “Hey, this isd’t so bad,” he said, gesturing to the tea.
“I added lots of honey and a bit of sugar,” Remus explained, glancing back to double check which type of tea James had finally liked. “Chamomile,” he explained, “Good for tension headaches, too. And very soothing, relaxing.”
This was obvious. James, full and sick, was already tired. Now he seemed to be having a problem keeping his eyes open at all. Remus held his arm to steady him, helping him lean back against a counter. “Too soothing and relaxing, apparently.” Remus eased the cup away from James and set it down. Then he filled one thermos full of the tea and added considerable amounts of honey as well as a bit of sugar. “I’m not adding a lot of sugar because it’s not good for you when you’re sick. Just makes your body work harder and you don’t need that. It’ll be sweet enough for you though, don’t worry.”
James’ eyes, which were straining to stay open, rolled. He was becoming quite tired of being told not to worry all the time. Especially when he felt had lots of cause to worry. He dug out another tissue and blew his nose, ignoring as the little house elves jumped and squeaked or cooed around him. None of them offered to get him anything, though it seemed from their squeals and the banging of heads against pieces of furniture that it was paining them not to help him. James had little time to think about their actions now, though. “heh-hah-ahhKChooo! ehhTchooo! ahhChooo!” He sniffled wetly. His hand fumbled around in his pocket for another tissue, finding only a few used ones there. “Ah, Rebus? Have you got…?”
“Bless you. And of course,” replied Remus, digging one out of his own pocket and handing it over to the desperate-looking James. “Just let me know if you need more.” James went through several tissues before his nose settled down. Remus kept a close watch on him while poking in and out of cabinets.
A little less congested again, everything felt a bit clearer to him. James looked at his watch, a bit shocked to see how late it was getting. “Look, shouldn’t we be going? Class will be starting soon.” He had been wondering why Sirius had woken him so early, and until now had presumed that the reason was just to allow him to eat with the smallest number of people around to see him as possible. “And what’s that other thermos for?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck where the pounding of his headache had migrated.
“The first one’s tea for you,” he said, taking a teacup, saucer, and spoon as well. “And the second is for the rest of us.” Remus packed it all into his bag, careful to double-check that the thermoses were closed tightly so they didn’t leak onto his homework and books.
A house elf, somewhat smaller than the others, raced over to him, tugging on the hem of his robes, his large ears flapping wildly in excitement. “Mister Moony! Mister Moony!”
The house elves usually jumped on James and friends when they visited, forcing food and sweets and anything else. But now they seemed to be keeping their distance, especially when James sneezed. However this one, Ernie, seemed as cheerful as ever. James supposed one of his friends might have ordered them not to bother him this morning when they came to request several different teas. He was most grateful for their foresight. The last thing he needed were a bunch of house elves trying to make him eat more than Sirius had.
“What is it, Ernie?” Remus asked, reaching down and patting her on her head.
His eyes large and his ears perky, “Mister Padfoot, he says they’re ready, Sir!”
James looked curious again, but had not the time to ask anything. “hah-heh-AHShoo! ahhhTchoo! ahhh-Chooo! ehhhChooo!”
“Bless you!” Remus caught him by the arm again as James went weak from the force of the sneezes. “Come on, back to bed with you.” James seemed hesitant. Classes started very soon, assuming his watch was correct. How long was he going to get to be in bed? Thirty seconds, perhaps? Assuming he could make it there at all with the tickles and congestion filling his head. James did not want to show how bad he was feeling, but was forced to lean on Remus the whole time lest his legs give out completely and the house elves didn’t need to see that. All he could think of with his aches and tired eyes was getting back to bed as Remus had just suggested. Even if it meant staying there for only ten seconds. Remus held James’ upper arm with one hand and drew the other arm around his waist to support him across the large kitchen to the fireplace. They both had to crouch to get inside, as it was made especially for the house elves. In a flash of green fire and a thank you to Ernie for delivering the news, they spun out of sight together.
Next time-> Part 4: A Potion
Random ramblings... I'm sick of food... I'm just tired of the same stuff over and over again. I wish I could cook. *sigh* I'm starting to dislike pasta... and dairy hasn't been cooperating at all lately. And as I don't eat meat or seafood... and I'm trying to lose weight by cutting down on carbs... that means my options are... what... ice cubes? LOL Ug... I'm SO damn tired... I might try to go to bed early and get up to work... I have been too tired to think properly all day, it's been killing me.
Part 1- http://www.livejournal.com/users/tarotgal/183693.html
Part 2- http://www.livejournal.com/users/tarotgal/187366.html
Same ratings apply to part 3
Too Many Cooks...
Part 3: Chamomile Tea
Sirius handed James off to Remus at the base of the main staircase and then scampered up them two at a time. When James made to follow, immensely curious as to what means they’d used as a distraction this time, Remus held him back. “We’re taking another route up, by way of the kitchens.” James, who was packed full and feeling sick at the mere mention of going to the kitchens for more, muttered something under his breath. With his heightened senses, Remus heard his complaint clearly. But Remus gave him a sympathetic look and put a hand on James’ shoulder to guide him along. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Just making sure you’re set for the morning.
“For the… but we have classes…” said a perplexed James, running a hand over his forehead as though to rub away the ache there. He looked back at the staircase, seeing that the stream of blue sparks had ended just in time for them to slip away.
They made sure the passage was free of Hufflepuffs, whose common room was off the same hallway as the entrance to the kitchens, then quickly tickled the pear in a large painting and slipped inside before they could be noticed.
Remus guided James over to one of the many low stoves, where house elves were already boiling water and making teas. Remus began pouring cups and handing them to James one at a time to sample. Despite feeling sick, his nose was too stuffed to let him smell most of the smells in the kitchen and the teas were actually a bit soothing to his stomach. “I know you don’t like tea…” Remus said softly, not really directing the comment to James. “But you really should have some. It’ll make you feel a little bit better.” He lifted his head and looked over, his amber eyes traveling critically over James.
His hair was disheveled, though always looked like that. His face was pale, though perhaps that was just in contrast to the black-framed glasses. The gentle pink flush at his nostrils was easy to miss in even a detailed survey of the young man, though. Had Remus not known James was sick, he might easily have missed it. For the mere moment at least. A second later, his nose wrinkled. His hand raised and his head bobbed forward to meet it. “ahhhSchooo!”
He may have looked fine, but he was sounding far worse than he had the night before. “Bless you, James,” Remus said, forcing a tissue into his hand. James nodded a thank you and blew his nose several times, trying to ignore the concerned looks all the house elves were giving him. Remus moved closer, whispering, “You weren’t sneezing like that all through breakfast I hope?” James shook his head, sniffling. “Well, good for you, then. Still, I didn’t think Padfoot should have dragged you down there the way he did.”
“I needed to make an appearance,” James said, repeating the words he’d heard Sirius use. Remus must have heard them as well, and was as reluctant to believe them now as he had before.
“Mmm. Well, if it had been my decision, you’d still be snuggled asleep up in your nice warm bed.” James looked at him imploringly, as though immediately ready to switch sides with such comforting ideas. With a smile and a pat on his arm, Remus went on, “Hey, don’t worry. That’s where you’ll be in a few minutes. The others are just getting things ready for you. As I’m trying to do…” he pushed a cup of tea into James’ hand. “So try this one.”
James took a sip and pulled a face. “Terrible,” he said, coughing. “And it’s cold! Whoever heard of cold tea?”
Remus chuckled. “I thought you didn’t like tea. I was trying for something different in hopes that maybe you’d like it.” He took the cup back and set it carefully in the sink where the other breakfast dishes were quickly accumulating. “I should have known better than to use logic. Note to self: James doesn’t like Valerian tea, even if it *is* good for nervous tension headaches.”
His eyes went wide. “I do *not* have a nervous tension headache!” James snapped.
Remus made sure to turn away so James wouldn’t see his eyes rolling. “Mmm, no, of course you don’t. I’m sure you’re not worried about anything, right?” He smiled knowingly and handed James another cup before his friend could say otherwise. “Here, try this one.”
James shook his head, turning from the stove with hands cupped to his face. “ahhh… ahhhChahh! ahhhChoo! Tchooo!” He finished sneezing, but kept his hands to his face, and stayed half bent over. His breaths came in short gasps, “heh-hah-hah-hehh-” and his eyes opened briefly with that same imploring look at Remus. Then they snapped shut again. “hahhCHoo!” He swayed, falling to the side, into Remus’ outstretched arms.
“Whoa, now. Easy does it.” He helped James right himself. “And bless you.”
“You were… sayig subthig about bed?” he asked hopefully.
Remus nodded and tilted his head against James’. “We’re just waiting for Padfoot’s signal. But in the meantime…” he eased the new cup of tea into James hand.
James hesitated a moment, staring at Remus, a bit dumbstruck. “You dow, you’re starting to soud way too buch like your boyfriend.” Remus blushed and turned away, pretending to be interested in the supply of cups and bottles in the cupboard. Smiling, James took a few sips. “Hey, this isd’t so bad,” he said, gesturing to the tea.
“I added lots of honey and a bit of sugar,” Remus explained, glancing back to double check which type of tea James had finally liked. “Chamomile,” he explained, “Good for tension headaches, too. And very soothing, relaxing.”
This was obvious. James, full and sick, was already tired. Now he seemed to be having a problem keeping his eyes open at all. Remus held his arm to steady him, helping him lean back against a counter. “Too soothing and relaxing, apparently.” Remus eased the cup away from James and set it down. Then he filled one thermos full of the tea and added considerable amounts of honey as well as a bit of sugar. “I’m not adding a lot of sugar because it’s not good for you when you’re sick. Just makes your body work harder and you don’t need that. It’ll be sweet enough for you though, don’t worry.”
James’ eyes, which were straining to stay open, rolled. He was becoming quite tired of being told not to worry all the time. Especially when he felt had lots of cause to worry. He dug out another tissue and blew his nose, ignoring as the little house elves jumped and squeaked or cooed around him. None of them offered to get him anything, though it seemed from their squeals and the banging of heads against pieces of furniture that it was paining them not to help him. James had little time to think about their actions now, though. “heh-hah-ahhKChooo! ehhTchooo! ahhChooo!” He sniffled wetly. His hand fumbled around in his pocket for another tissue, finding only a few used ones there. “Ah, Rebus? Have you got…?”
“Bless you. And of course,” replied Remus, digging one out of his own pocket and handing it over to the desperate-looking James. “Just let me know if you need more.” James went through several tissues before his nose settled down. Remus kept a close watch on him while poking in and out of cabinets.
A little less congested again, everything felt a bit clearer to him. James looked at his watch, a bit shocked to see how late it was getting. “Look, shouldn’t we be going? Class will be starting soon.” He had been wondering why Sirius had woken him so early, and until now had presumed that the reason was just to allow him to eat with the smallest number of people around to see him as possible. “And what’s that other thermos for?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck where the pounding of his headache had migrated.
“The first one’s tea for you,” he said, taking a teacup, saucer, and spoon as well. “And the second is for the rest of us.” Remus packed it all into his bag, careful to double-check that the thermoses were closed tightly so they didn’t leak onto his homework and books.
A house elf, somewhat smaller than the others, raced over to him, tugging on the hem of his robes, his large ears flapping wildly in excitement. “Mister Moony! Mister Moony!”
The house elves usually jumped on James and friends when they visited, forcing food and sweets and anything else. But now they seemed to be keeping their distance, especially when James sneezed. However this one, Ernie, seemed as cheerful as ever. James supposed one of his friends might have ordered them not to bother him this morning when they came to request several different teas. He was most grateful for their foresight. The last thing he needed were a bunch of house elves trying to make him eat more than Sirius had.
“What is it, Ernie?” Remus asked, reaching down and patting her on her head.
His eyes large and his ears perky, “Mister Padfoot, he says they’re ready, Sir!”
James looked curious again, but had not the time to ask anything. “hah-heh-AHShoo! ahhhTchoo! ahhh-Chooo! ehhhChooo!”
“Bless you!” Remus caught him by the arm again as James went weak from the force of the sneezes. “Come on, back to bed with you.” James seemed hesitant. Classes started very soon, assuming his watch was correct. How long was he going to get to be in bed? Thirty seconds, perhaps? Assuming he could make it there at all with the tickles and congestion filling his head. James did not want to show how bad he was feeling, but was forced to lean on Remus the whole time lest his legs give out completely and the house elves didn’t need to see that. All he could think of with his aches and tired eyes was getting back to bed as Remus had just suggested. Even if it meant staying there for only ten seconds. Remus held James’ upper arm with one hand and drew the other arm around his waist to support him across the large kitchen to the fireplace. They both had to crouch to get inside, as it was made especially for the house elves. In a flash of green fire and a thank you to Ernie for delivering the news, they spun out of sight together.
Next time-> Part 4: A Potion
Random ramblings... I'm sick of food... I'm just tired of the same stuff over and over again. I wish I could cook. *sigh* I'm starting to dislike pasta... and dairy hasn't been cooperating at all lately. And as I don't eat meat or seafood... and I'm trying to lose weight by cutting down on carbs... that means my options are... what... ice cubes? LOL Ug... I'm SO damn tired... I might try to go to bed early and get up to work... I have been too tired to think properly all day, it's been killing me.
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Date: 2003-11-23 09:31 am (UTC)I forgot who said it, but they're right, I love ur characterizations, they're great.
This story is really becoming a part of the day that I look foreward too, but no rush if you can't get any done soon, i have had so much work lately, i know what you're going through.
Thanks for the great fic, can't wait to read more!
~Annalisa
Food
Date: 2003-11-23 03:40 pm (UTC)Half-boiled eggs with pepper and soy sauce, over a slice of wholemeal toast (or leave out the toast if you're religiously avoiding carbs).
Miso soup (doesn't actually require cooking, just stir some into hot water). Alternatively, if you like the taste, Marmite/Vegemite in hot water works, too.
Love the 'fic, though :) Finally caught the cold I was coming down with, so my sympathies are firmly with James.
Re: Food
Date: 2003-11-23 03:48 pm (UTC)Not to mention burning toast... I don't even want to think about all the horrible things I could do to poor tofu! *sniffles* But hey, soup's usually pretty safe with me... as long as I don't have to buy anything for it like milk. ANyhoo... thanks for the suggestions... I certainly do need them. And I don't think it's ever possible for me to religiously swear off bread... or non-religiously avoid it either. It's just too good. My mother's allergic to wheat, so I grew up on rice cakes as much as bread, but I don't think I could ever avoid it completely.
Anyway, thanks again :-)
And glad you liked story... though sorry you can relate to it too much right now! Feel better soon!!!!!!! *scampers around to find miso soup*
Re: Food
Date: 2003-11-23 05:53 pm (UTC)Actually, I often eat my tofu cold - it's a great light lunch on hot days, or a midnight snack, when I can't be bothered cooking - but since it's almost winter, about all you need to do to the tofu is steam it (if you have a steamer. Otherwise (if you have a microwave - I don't) zap it for maybe half a minute on high.
Instructions for perfect boiled eggs:
1) Put room-temperature eggs in a pot. Cover with cold water.
2) Turn on stove and wait for water to boil.
3) As soon as water boils, switch off stove.
4) For hard-boiled eggs, leave in water for at least 10 min. For soft-boiled eggs, remove immediately. For eggs with a firm white and runny yolk, leave for 3-6 min.
A couple of hard-boiled eggs and tomatoes will make a fairly tasty, low-cal meal.
Don't worry about it - I'm a decent enough cook, if I may say so, and even I've managed to burn hard-boiled eggs (left them to boil dry on the stove - not once, but TWICE)!
Another thing that sounds simple enough, again requiring a microwave:
Applesauce
1) Peel and chunk up an apple or two, removing core.
2) Chuck into a microwavable bowl with a bit of water, a generous sprinkle of cinnamon and sugar/honey. Add lemon juice if you're feeling fancy (keeps apples from turning brown).
3) Zap on high for a minute or more.
4) Mash with back of a spoon.
What cooking equipment is available to you? Having improvised in dorm kitchens for 4 years, I feel quite qualified to offer recipes ;)
(Microwave: zap asparagus spears for a minute or so. Sprinkle with salt, and squeeze over some lemon juice.)
(Toaster oven: the same trick, except with spring onions, and toasting for 7 minutes)
p.s.
Date: 2003-11-23 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-24 02:01 am (UTC)I like the cooking conversation! It makes me laugh, you are so much like me, TG! When I was young, right out of college and in my first teaching job, I lived in the same town as a much-older cousin who is an outstanding cook. One day I wanted to make something to take to a pot-luck, and found a recipe that sounded good, but I realized I would need some help with it. So I called this cousin and I said "OK, here's the deal. It says to take your previously cooked chicken...how do I get it 'previously cooked'? She laughed so hard!
Now, my kids say that dinner's not ready until the fire alarm goes off - so even though no one is starving, I have not gotten a lot better in my culinary skills! Don't worry! You can survive on basically two or three decent recipes for a life-time if you have friend/relatives who can cook and if you have good take-out places nearby!
Patti
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Date: 2003-11-24 02:37 am (UTC)I'm glad people like it, though. Makes me feel better about taking so long to write it. Never ending story indeed...
What the heck is a previously cooked chicken? A chicken that has been cooked somehow before you started the recipe? If so, why don't they just put 'cook the chicken' at the beginning? Wait, never mind, I'm still trying to figure out what the difference between a soft boiled egg and a hard boiled egg is.
I can make my great grandmother Phillip's peanut butter fudge. And sometimes I can manage poptarts. But that's about it. I just... I don't get it. I'm a math/science/logic person at heart. And I just don't understand how I can follow a recipe perfectly and have something turn out completely wrong. I just... don't have the cooking gene. Probably comes from growing up with a mother who is allergic to a lot of things so we never really had actual 'dishes' of food. I just... can't do it. It's sad.
But thanks to the cooking conversation today, I'm thinking of buying a microwave vegan cookbook. There's one on amazon.com for, like, $12. And supposedly idiot-proof, which means I might be able to figure at least one of the recipes out! Problem is... I have no patience, either. Boyfriend bought me a microwavable potato today. Eight whole minutes! I don't think I've made something that takes more than 6 in a very long time. LOL
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Date: 2003-11-24 04:28 am (UTC)My SO and I disagree over the use of the terms 'soft-boiled egg' and 'half-boiled egg', but one of them refers to an egg where the white is cooked, but runny, and the other refers to an egg where the white is cooked and firm. In both cases, the yolk is runny.
'Previously cooked chicken' yes, means chicken has already been cooked somehow. They don't start with 'cook the chicken' because sometimes people will have a previously cooked chicken, or parts thereof, lying around.
And I've never made peanut butter fudge :)
I have a RL friend just like that, born without the cooking gene. Every so often she calls for food advice!
You could get a slow cooker or something, and make yourself a pot of beans, or mushroom and barley soup. You have to start it the night before, though.
Btw, I keep feeling like I should introduce myself, but I'm still rather closeted as far as the sneezing thing goes (SO is the only one in RL to whom I've given even the faintest hint, and that's a pre-emptive measure just in case he should use my computer and happen to find something) - so hi there, it's good to meet you - I'm female, but you can just call me the Nameless Grad Student ;)
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Date: 2003-11-24 04:54 am (UTC)Gah... okay, can't say I've ever lived anywhere where we just had cooked chicken lying around. But then again I was a thrift shop kid and we never had much of anything just lying around anywhere :-) Still, it makes much more logical sense to me to have them state that at the beginning Hmph! Then again, I'm the type who wouldn't read ahead first either, so that's why I'd have a problem with it :-)
Mmmmm... mushrooms... and soup... that sounds quite good, actually. I bummed a crock pot off my parents half a year ago and have never used it. Not because I don't want to... I just haven't gathered the energy to find vegetarian recipes for it. Is that close/similar enough?
As for being anonymous, hey, no worries. I sent anon e-mails to the two sneeze fetish sites that existed when I first got online, for at least 2 or 3 months before I would even admit I had a fetish. It was just a strong interest. Yeah, that's it. As though it were perfectly normal for people to have a really strong fascination with sneezing. LOL!
Anyhoo, I'm all in favor of people being anonymous as much as they like, so long as I don't get death threats or stalkers or the like :-) And I'm all in favor of easing into "the community" or staying on the edge of it. I've been easing back out for a year now :-)
Many times I can tell anon posters from each other by the type of post and style of writing. But it is nice to know for sure that one anon post is from one person and another is from another. So thanks for the hello! And the tips this morning, too!
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Date: 2003-11-24 08:40 am (UTC)and, uh, yeah, that's it, it's just a ... a strong interest. Yeah ;)
I have actually contributed the odd post - not to mention wavs, picture links, and a couple of stories - but I still consider myself very much on the fringe of things, though I've been in various stages of lurk for years now (you might say I'm still in denial).
(I'll email you though if you like, just to let you know who I am on the SF boards - not that it would ring a bell, I think!)
Nameless Grad Student