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A Hideous Obsession
I'm doomed.
I'm so doomed.
I have actually acquired a taste for offirrah. To the extent that I now have a moderate-sized stout maroon-glazed clay pot in the pantry. It is well-sealed with wax. It has to be well-sealed with wax; if it is not, Thery and Dustweed can smell it and complain to me with force and vigor. Even if it is sealed, Havune can smell it, but it's his fault that it's there.
Yesterday's lunch: three boiled songbird eggs with a drop of offirrah on each one, and five grapes.
Yesterday's second lunch: a large biscuit and a bit of Thery's shrimp-cream and a couple chub-beetles. With a drop of offirrah in the shrimp-cream.
Yesterday's supper: Some spinach with honey and powdered venison; a pren; and, in a moment of mania, a bit of bread with farmer's cheese (stolen from Dustweed) and offirrah.
Yesterday's midnight snack: Bits of stolen farmer's cheese dipped in offirrah.
Today's breakfast: Tea and porridge with a glop of offirrah in the porridge. And cream. Cream and offirrah.
Today's lunch: breath-grilled small squashes and spinach, with offirrah cream on them.
Today's second lunch: Chub-beetles and noodles. Even an obssessed Zi Ri can't have offirrah at every meal. Though I thought about it...
Today's supper: Guntry tongue and dumplings in wine sauce. With a small clawful of offirrah in the sauce. Alas!
I'm sure this is going to be trouble...
I'm so doomed.
I have actually acquired a taste for offirrah. To the extent that I now have a moderate-sized stout maroon-glazed clay pot in the pantry. It is well-sealed with wax. It has to be well-sealed with wax; if it is not, Thery and Dustweed can smell it and complain to me with force and vigor. Even if it is sealed, Havune can smell it, but it's his fault that it's there.
Yesterday's lunch: three boiled songbird eggs with a drop of offirrah on each one, and five grapes.
Yesterday's second lunch: a large biscuit and a bit of Thery's shrimp-cream and a couple chub-beetles. With a drop of offirrah in the shrimp-cream.
Yesterday's supper: Some spinach with honey and powdered venison; a pren; and, in a moment of mania, a bit of bread with farmer's cheese (stolen from Dustweed) and offirrah.
Yesterday's midnight snack: Bits of stolen farmer's cheese dipped in offirrah.
Today's breakfast: Tea and porridge with a glop of offirrah in the porridge. And cream. Cream and offirrah.
Today's lunch: breath-grilled small squashes and spinach, with offirrah cream on them.
Today's second lunch: Chub-beetles and noodles. Even an obssessed Zi Ri can't have offirrah at every meal. Though I thought about it...
Today's supper: Guntry tongue and dumplings in wine sauce. With a small clawful of offirrah in the sauce. Alas!
I'm sure this is going to be trouble...
Offirrah...
Forgive my ignorance... what is 'powdered' venison? Is it dried venison? Also, what is a pren?
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[Sythyry exaggerates somewhat. -bb]
Prens are those fruits with the big octahedral pits you find in huge piles in the markets, or cut in slices on the side of your kathia. You do drink kathia, don't you? [They look like very round plums. They taste citrussy -- as sweet as oranges when fully ripe, as sour as key limes when underripe. They are easy to squeeze juice out of. They go kind of slimy when cooked, so most people don't. They come ripe continuously through most of the year. -bb]
[OOC: reliable sources have suggested the following recipe for terrestrial imitation offirrah: 1/2 cup of Indian garlic pickle; 2 tablespoons of lightly toasted trasi (blachan / shrimp paste); 1 teaspoon of lime juice; 1 teaspoon of marjoram; a drop of rose water (optional). Puree half the garlic with the other ingredients; mix in the other half of the garlic; behold with fear. I have not tried this, but if you do, let me know what it's like. -bb]
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