(no subject)
Jan. 6th, 2006 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gracie_musicadrawing room -- this traditional part of a house got its name because it was where families "withdrew" after meals. In its original form, the term was "withdrawing room."
twelfth-cake -- a large cake, into which a bean was often introduced.
--Charles Annadale's Dictionary of the English Language, 1897
Twelfth Day Revelries
On this day in New Orleans, the first of a series of bals de rois--or "king's balls," a reference to the Mardi Gras king--included a cake with a bean or a nut baked into it that was used in selecting the following year's king. Elizabeth Raffald's The Experienced English Housekeeper (1769) offered the following recipe for twelfth-cake: "Put two pounds of butter in a warm pan and work it to a cream with your hand; then put two pounds of laf sugar, sifted, a large nutmeg, grated, and a cinnamon, allspice, ginger, mace, and corriander, each a quarter of an ounce. Now break in eighteen eggs by one and one, meantime beating it for twenty minutes or above. Stir in a gill of brandy; then add two pounds of sifted flour. Next put in currants, four pounds, chopped almonds, half a pound, . . . and orange peel, half a pound. Put in one bean and one pea in separate places, bake in a slow oven for four hours and ice it or decorate it as you will."
scurrilous -- 1a: using or given to coarse language b: being vulgar or evil 2: containing obscenities, abuse, or slander
Title: Untitled [For now]
Chapter One: Jemmy J. Adams
Date Written: 1/6/06
Rating:
Word Count:
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Drake/JJ, JJ/Dee (mentioned)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: Inspired by chatting with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deeryofan, and dedicated to her. ^____^
There are days when I hate my life.
These usually are also the days when I want to be scurrilous, to scream obscenities at the top of my lungs and just do my best to seduce him.
Those are usually the hardest days, too; I have to admit to myself that it's not working, our great plan.
Oh, yes. Our plan. Blindingly simple in the fact that Dee came up with it and Drake hasn't seen clear through it yet.
I don't love Dee. I did, but... ah well.
The one I do love now is Drake, my very straight partner.
I must be a sadist on some deeper level.
But his touch just feels so good... When he's holding me it feels like Heaven, even if he thinks he's comofrting tears caused by Dee.
How can I tell him that those are tears of real pain, and that he's he cause?
At first I blew my feelings off as mere infatuation. That was three years ago. Now I know everything about him--how he likes his coffee (four sugars, no cream), how he sleeps (fetal position, on his left side). Even just his handwriting is enough to make my pulse quicken.
I'm such a total glutton for pain.
Today's gonna be another one of those days.
twelfth-cake -- a large cake, into which a bean was often introduced.
--Charles Annadale's Dictionary of the English Language, 1897
Twelfth Day Revelries
On this day in New Orleans, the first of a series of bals de rois--or "king's balls," a reference to the Mardi Gras king--included a cake with a bean or a nut baked into it that was used in selecting the following year's king. Elizabeth Raffald's The Experienced English Housekeeper (1769) offered the following recipe for twelfth-cake: "Put two pounds of butter in a warm pan and work it to a cream with your hand; then put two pounds of laf sugar, sifted, a large nutmeg, grated, and a cinnamon, allspice, ginger, mace, and corriander, each a quarter of an ounce. Now break in eighteen eggs by one and one, meantime beating it for twenty minutes or above. Stir in a gill of brandy; then add two pounds of sifted flour. Next put in currants, four pounds, chopped almonds, half a pound, . . . and orange peel, half a pound. Put in one bean and one pea in separate places, bake in a slow oven for four hours and ice it or decorate it as you will."
scurrilous -- 1a: using or given to coarse language b: being vulgar or evil 2: containing obscenities, abuse, or slander
Title: Untitled [For now]
Chapter One: Jemmy J. Adams
Date Written: 1/6/06
Rating:
Word Count:
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Drake/JJ, JJ/Dee (mentioned)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Notes: Inspired by chatting with
deeryofan, and dedicated to her. ^____^There are days when I hate my life.
These usually are also the days when I want to be scurrilous, to scream obscenities at the top of my lungs and just do my best to seduce him.
Those are usually the hardest days, too; I have to admit to myself that it's not working, our great plan.
Oh, yes. Our plan. Blindingly simple in the fact that Dee came up with it and Drake hasn't seen clear through it yet.
I don't love Dee. I did, but... ah well.
The one I do love now is Drake, my very straight partner.
I must be a sadist on some deeper level.
But his touch just feels so good... When he's holding me it feels like Heaven, even if he thinks he's comofrting tears caused by Dee.
How can I tell him that those are tears of real pain, and that he's he cause?
At first I blew my feelings off as mere infatuation. That was three years ago. Now I know everything about him--how he likes his coffee (four sugars, no cream), how he sleeps (fetal position, on his left side). Even just his handwriting is enough to make my pulse quicken.
I'm such a total glutton for pain.
Today's gonna be another one of those days.
