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[computer-prion]

χαῖρε my name is Henry Arist'otle Divine Ecstasy Winter and I have icy blue eyes like limpid tears (that's how I got my name) and ebony black hair and a lot of people tell me I look like Julian Morrow (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Camilla Macaulay but I wish I was because she’s a major fucking hottie. I have pale white skin. I’m also a student, and I go to a private school called Hampden College in Vermont where I’m in the third year (I’m twenty-one). I’m a Classics academic (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. For example today I was wearing a black jacket with a matching starchy white shirt under it and black pants, a black umbrella and black Oxfords. I was walking outside Hampden. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of hoi polloi stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

[haveyouatethisfruit]

Facheiro Da Praia

(pilosocereus arrabidae)

Its name roughly translating to ''beach light'' from Portuguese, this cactus fruit is endemic to the sandy coasts of Brazil. Containing many little seeds, the fruits burst open when ripe, revealing the colourful, succulent yet starchy pulp inside. Dihydrokaempferol, a flavanonol with various health benefits including anti-inflammatory and anti-viral effects, has been found in both the peel and the pulp of the fruit. While not widely appreciated, the fruit is often collected for local use. Pilosocereus arrabidae is currently classified as near threatened on the IUCN Red List of Threatened Species.

🌵 Reblog to share a fun fruit and to increase sample size! Check out even more interesting fruits here or in the list of all polled fruits. 🌵

[anextravagantliar]

"So erm, is there a particular secret to these that I'm missing? I think I've over-done it," Ilona heaves out a sigh, calloused hands finding her hips. The latkes are certainly done but they're way too hard (she fears she or Varric might lose a tooth if they're not careful). "I've tried my da's recipe but his handwriting was piss-poor and well, he's not around to correct it, so... any advice?"

Oil is a finicky medium.

Granted, he's never seen latkes so dense - or hard.

"Alright, well...these can't be salvaged, Trouble." He honestly doesn't wish to try with these. He makes quick work of binning them, not even opting to try and feed a scrap to one of the lingering strays. Sometimes, and only sometimes, was it easier to start fresh. He bushes his hands clean and places the plate back down before picking up the recipe; it's not that he can't read it - he's just not sure if this is more potato or if it is more cake. He doesn't have his mother's notebooks; they are hidden away somewhere that he hasn't gotten back around to yet. So he places the card down and summons a memory, a story of survival, just like this one. So he gathers a few things; his eyes scan the room for what he will need - a bowl, clean towels, spices ( paprika, salt ( all salt is kosher ), pepper & to taste ), two eggs ( large ), one large onion, flour ( 1/2 cup all-purpose ), baking powder ( 1 teaspoon ), frying oil ( high smoke point, recommended ) and two large potatoes ( russets ) - and the pan cleaned again.

"Well, I think he mixed two recipes; something went wrong - this is more potato and pancake." He pauses, "Bring me two of those bigger potatoes; the little ones are too waxy; they don't fry right." There is another memory of him explaining to someone else that the waxy potatoes were high in moisture and they would just sog. He dunks the potatoes twice in warm water before setting them aside and finding the sharpest and smallest knife.

"Cut up an onion for me? As small as you can?" He makes quick work of peeling them before taking his knife and shaving them, thinner and thinner in rough lines. It doesn't need to be perfect. He's left with what is the best attempt at shredded potatoes as one can with a knife. It's placed aside, along with a clean towel and bowl. He waits until he is offered the onion and dumps it onto the towel lining a bowl. "I'm going to wring these out to get as much water out; the sides get crisp that way." He pulls the towel into his hands and twists it, again and again, until the bowl fills with starchy water. It's shown off for a second before it's dumped in with the other pan, somewhere to be cleaned.

"Do I need to get the oil heating?"

"Naw, wait, this is a one step at a time kind of thing, Trouble, with the oil too hot, too soon the bottoms will burn, and they won't cook in the middle." He's already dumping the mixture back into the bowl, adding the flour, spices, and baking powder, almost making it look too dry. "Don't worry, watch." He learned from someone over a fire in the Hinterlands how to crack an egg with one hand, he doesn't remember who - it's a flurry of faces, but the mixture comes together. The bowl is placed aside and covered ( just in case! ).

Oil is a funny thing; he lands on what they have, something that won't smoke them out. Ilona has pulled up a chair, starting the process of forming the disks and placing them out for him as he tends to the fire, making it roar as he finds a heavy-bottomed ( cast iron! ) pan and heats it before placing the oil in. "Hey, Varric, is there a reason we make them round?"

That he laughs at, half hunched in the fire. "That's a theological question, and you want me - world-renowned pulp fiction writer to theologise? Oy, there is someone better for this." Well, that's not the point. He pulls himself out of the fire, dusting his hands off again before looking over the patties. "Well, some will tell you it's the circle of time and the hope to return the same the next season."

"Yeah, but what do you think?"

"That it's a load of bullshit." He laughs, constantly grappling with it himself.

"That's barely an answer."

She's right, but it's still an answer; he pulls one of them into his hands, tongs too, and moves back to the fire; he pulls part off and throws it into the fire, part into the oil. The oil hisses, and he drops the rest of it in. "Well, It is an answer. To struggle is to be who we are." Those aren't his words; those are his mother's, his grandfather's, his brother's even - it is the words of all the people here and yet to come. "The oil is the main thing, represents whatever story your family told; mine taught not people we fought against, but the survival of eight days in the dark, just enough oil and lyrium for one - yet we came out on the other side, no matter what that looks like." The oil bubbles, and he waits. This is something that takes time; oil is a funny thing like that ( wait! don't flip! ).

"So they're round because it's easy?"

"We deserve easy sometimes, kid. Hey, will you get another pan? Line it with a clean towel." It's swift work, frying them in batches, five minutes on each side ( or as the edges crisp, if they look dark, flip! ). The last one comes out on top, and Varric pulls the pan off the fire, letting it cool on a counter somewhere. 

"These look good," Ilona states, plating a few for the both of them. 

“Now, the great divide. Applesauce or sour cream.” 

“Both?”

He laughs, “Disgusting, we love a wild card.”

[some-stars]

for no particular reason other than im making it right now, here is my family recipe for Spaghetti and Clam Sauce From a Can (But Better)

what you need:

1 lb spaghetti, get de cecco or another good italian brand if you can

1 reasonably generous bunch of parsley. if your supermarket sells those teeny tiny bunches get 2

4-8 cloves of garlic, to taste

1 can white clam sauce (cento is best, delallo is fine)

2 small cans chopped clams (NOT minced)

olive oil (not the super expensive stuff, but not the absolute bottom shelf $4 bottle either, it adds a lot of flavor)

fresh ground pepper (also salt but that’s obvious. do NOT skip the pepper)

a 12-16 oz bag of frozen vegetables to serve it over (i like broccoli florets bc the heads soak up the sauce)

Steps:

1. Get the water boiling for the spaghetti. When it’s boiling vigorously, add plenty of salt (like a 1/4 cup, double that if you’re using large-grain kosher salt) and add the spaghetti. Cook until al dente and drain. Ideally this happens right as the sauce is done but it’s fine if it sits around in the colander for a few minutes.

2. While waiting for the water to boil, chop the garlic and the parsley. You don’t need to pick off the leaves, just cut off the bottom few inches of the whole bunch before you wash it, then pick out any really thick stems and chop the rest.

3. Drain the liquid from the canned clams into a bowl.

4. In a large pan, heat enough olive oil to fully cover the bottom and maybe a little more. When it’s hot, add the garlic and sauté for 1-2 minutes. Do NOT let it burn or you’ll have to wipe out the pan and start over. Slightly undercooked is fine here (but golden is best if you’re confident you won’t burn it).

5. Add about a third of the parsley to the pan and sauté for a couple minutes until it’s all wilted and darkens in color. Then add the clam liquid that you set aside and turn the heat up high so it boils.

6. Let the liquid in the pan reduce by half, then add roughly 2/3 of the remaining parsley and continue cooking for 2-4 minutes (-ish). You want to get this parsley also dark and wilted, and the original parsley even softer and to the point where it starts to slightly lose its color. Don’t stress about it though.

7. This is a good time to put the frozen vegetables in the microwave.

8. Add the clam sauce to the pan, cook until it reduces slightly (once there are actual clams in there you don’t want to cook too much more or they get tough). Then add the drained clams and cook just until they’re warm, then add the remaining parsley, stir to combine and slightly wilt it, and remove from the heat. At some point during this step add several to many grinds of pepper and some salt (maybe 1/4 to a 1/2 tsp? idk, eyeball it. Don’t go crazy bc your pasta will be seasoned from the salty water).

8a. It’s a good idea to set aside about a half cup of the pasta water right before draining the spaghetti, so that if your sauce ends up too loose you can add a couple spoonfuls of starchy pasta water and stir over medium heat until it thickens.

9. This step will be easier if you transfer the sauce from the pan to the empty pot that held the spaghetti. Then mix in the spaghetti and serve on top of the vegetables with lots of Parmesan. I use some fresh grated for the flavor and also some from the green can for texture, but follow your heart.

Ta da! Delicious meal with green vegetables and minimal effort, and it microwaves well too. You can also use garlic from the jar or garlic paste if you only want to chop one (1) thing—just use more if it’s jarred because it’s less strong than fresh, and maybe add a pinch of garlic powder to round out the flavor. There’s not really any protein but you have two other meals to take care of that.

[lunamagicablu]

La vitalità è una caratteristica importante di tutti gli organismi e della loro capacità di vivere e di sopravvivere. E’ un’energia radiante emessa in frequenze, chiamate “Angstroms”. Alcuni alimenti hanno un contenuto altissimo di questa energia vitale, dovuto principalmente alla loro purezza e freschezza. Altri invece sono portatori di energia “morta”, devitalizzante ed inutile.

Gli alimenti con vibrazioni al di sopra dei 6500 Angstrom, quindi i più carichi di radiazioni benefiche, sono:

la frutta fresca matura, le spremute, i succhi appena preparati;

gli ortaggi ed i legumi crudi o cotti con temperatura non superiore ai 70 gradi. Il grano, i farinacei, la farina ed il pane integrale, i dolci fatti in casa;

la frutta oleaginosa ed i loro oli, le olive, le mandorle, i pinoli, le noci, i semi di girasole, le nocciole, la noce di cocco e la soia;

il burro appena preparato, i formaggi non fermentati, la crema del latte e le uova di giornata.

Gli alimenti con vibrazioni da 6500 a 3000 Angstrom, a contenuto medio di vibrazioni vitali sono:

il latte fresco appena munto, il burro, le uova non di giornata, il miele, lo zucchero di canna, il vino, l’olio di arachidi e le verdure scottate.

Gli alimenti inferiori, con vibrazioni dai 3000 Angstrom in giù, sono:

la carne cotta, i salumi, le uova dopo il 15 giorno, il latte bollito, il te, il caffè, le marmellate, il cioccolato, il pane bianco, tutti i formaggi fermentati.

Gli alimenti “morti,” senza alcuna vibrazione sono:

le conserve alimentari, le margarine, i prodotti di pasticceria e di farina raffinata e quelli industriali in genere, i liquori e gli alcoolici, lo zucchero bianco.

La possibilità vibratoria degli alimenti non resiste a cotture oltre i 70° Celsius. L’unica eccezione è la patata.

Beatrice Pallotta **************************** Vitality is an important feature of all organisms and their ability to live and survive. It is a radiant energy emitted in frequencies, called "Angstroms". Some foods have a very high content of this vital energy, mainly due to their purity and freshness. Others, on the other hand, are carriers of "dead", devitalizing and useless energy.

Foods with vibrations above 6500 Angstroms, therefore the most loaded with beneficial radiation, are:

fresh ripe fruit, freshly squeezed juices, freshly prepared juices;

raw or cooked vegetables and legumes at a temperature not exceeding 70 degrees. Wheat, starchy, flour and wholemeal bread, homemade desserts;

oleaginous fruits and their oils, olives, almonds, pine nuts, walnuts, sunflower seeds, hazelnuts, coconut and soy;

freshly prepared butter, unfermented cheeses, cream of milk and eggs of the day.

Foods with vibrations from 6500 to 3000 Angstrom, with medium content of vital vibrations are:

freshly milked milk, butter, non-daily eggs, honey, brown sugar, wine, peanut oil and blanched vegetables.

Lower foods, with vibrations from 3000 Angstroms downwards, are:

cooked meat, cured meats, eggs after 15 days, boiled milk, tea, coffee, jams, chocolate, white bread, all fermented cheeses.

Foods "dead," without any vibration are:

food preserves, margarines, pastry and refined flour products and industrial products in general, liqueurs and spirits, white sugar.

The vibratory possibility of food does not resist cooking over 70 ° Celsius. The only exception is the potato.

Beatrice Pallotta

[bigfan-fanfic]

Blushing

The result for Day 5 of the 14 Days of DA Lovers event by @14daysdalovers!

Prompt: Blushing Pairing: Mysen of Denerim/Alistair Theirin Summary: Mysen and Alistair’s wedding night gets off to a slow start.

The wedding had been lovely. Queen Anora herself had presided over their festivities and offered her sincerest blessings. And while she had again stated her offer for Alistair and Mysen to join her court (she was planning on an ouster of Arl Eamon and would greatly prefer someone she trusted in his place), Mysen and Alistair had refused.

Still, their honeymoon suite was in Denerim Castle, the bed hung with traditional marriage garlands and bowls of perfume on the nightstands, lit candles floating upon their surfaces. And the two were sitting awkwardly on the bed, still in their starchy, stiff wedding clothes.

What was it about marriage that made them so anxious? Alistair wondered. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t licked any lampposts. That first time had taken care of that issue for both of them.

“Are you... did you enjoy the wedding?” Alistair asked softly, rubbing the back of his neck. He could feel the warmth in his cheeks and knew he was blushing hard.

Mysen nodded, his skin warm and flushed as well. “It was lovely.”

“Is there... there’s nothing wrong, right?”

Mysen frowned, turning to him. “Wrong? No, not at all... why d’you ask?”

“It’s just... you’re awfully quiet. I’m quiet. We both seem... on edge.”

Mysen leaned close and kissed him. “It’s because I’m scared this will all go away. It already feels like a dream.”

Alistair smiled. “That so?”

“You’ve helped keep me grounded these past few weeks. Since finding out I was... not what I thought. But now I’m just so happy... I’m worried it will just... disappear into the Fade or something.”

Alistair kissed him then, hard. “You’re real. You’re here with me, and I’m real, and all this - it doesn’t feel like it, but it’s real.”

Mysen chuckled. “I bet it’ll feel even more real when we start relaxing.”

Alistair smirked. “You know... I’m sure there’s something we could use as rope in here, if you want to feel really real.”

“You’re terrible!” Mysen giggled, earning another kiss.

“You’re wonderful.”

“I love you,” they both said at once, and set to work undoing the other’s frock wedding coat.

[stylesmadesimple]

any advice for victorian inspired da style on a budget?

Here are a few pieces that you can definitely find that hopefully won’t break your bank!

tops

long sleeved white blouses, bertha collar shirts, ruffled bibs, pussy bow blouses, lace dresses, vests, tailored blazers, puffy gowns (the puffier the better)

bottoms 

puffy skirts, white or black stockings, long black shift dresses, black or beige slacks, starchy knee-length cotton dresses

shoes

ankle boots, derbys, slippers with silver buckles, low heeled flats, oxfords, loafers, court shoes

accessories

cameo brooches, decorative rings, pocketwatches, hair ribbons, sleek cufflinks, sterling silver lockets, faux pearl necklaces, lace or leather gloves, flower hairpins, thin monochrome cuff bracelets, bonnets, fabric chokers, cravats, hatpins, top hats

colors to look for

black, white, cream, beige, ivory, brown, light pink, burgundy, navy, tea rose, byzantium

[mychanceasastar]

Once upon a time...how do we start this confusing adventure? We shall start with our hero! A brave, mighty, talented, majestic, courageous, beautiful....... raccoon?? A raccoon... but "Yeah get on with the story!" This raccoon is a special raccoon. He has special powers, such as mind control, invisibleness, and teleportation "That's more like it!" When the raccoon was just a baby, he had always wanted to go on adventures outside of his little forest. His mum always told him it was too dangerous. But he used is invisibleness powers and snuck away one night before his mother could see him He ran into the nearest village to get some food for his mother and his siblings. but was kidnapped before he could get back to them!! He thought quickly and took down his kidnappers within a snap! But he couldn’t find his way back home, no matter how far he wondered or how many lefts and rights and rights and lefts and twists and turns he took he couldn’t find his way home. Until..... he found a cavern when he slipped and fell. He then saw a door forming in from of his eyes. The curious little raccoon pushed open the heavy door. Once it was open wide enough for the baby to squeeze through, he did. And what he saw was both terrifying and amazing. He saw mermaids singing on a rock and in the middle was a sack...but was in it? He mostly was stumped at that question...until he made a closer look at it. The mermaids pointed to the sack... and upon closer inspection it was full of potatoes! The mermaids then started to sing... a beautiful chorus about the potatoes... the largest potato screamed “yo ho ho” and said “we be stuck in potatoes dammit” turns out the potatoes weren’t potatoes at all!! They were.... trapped pirates! The mermaids had turned them into potatoes for not liking their fish sticks. The raccoon tried everything in his trash-panda powers to try and save the pirate/potatoes. But alas, nothing was working. until... the baby raccoon thought of another idea... one that might work..... TO KILL THE MERMAIDS! Despite not having opposable thumbs, the brave little raccoon began to fight the mermaids. And he put up a good fight, too. He stood there stunned at what he just did...he slaughtered a ton of mermaids for some potato pirates! and just like the end of Beauty and the Beast when the beast becomes the prince, the potatoes began floating in the air. With a great burst of light, suddenly the pirates were no longer in their starchy form. "Thank ye for the bravery we must get back to the ship!" One of the pirates pull out a small bag. The ship in a bottle grew to the size of a real ship, and the pirate patted the little raccoon’s head. “Ye be a good lil mammal. As a token of our thanks, I give ye some armor. And a bazooka.” The tiny looked at the pirate with gratitude. The pirate looked at him as he gave the racoon the armor, "ye are now the honorary member of me crew." Thr raccoon looked off onto the horizon, the sun setting dramatically. Deep inside he knew he had many more adventures awaiting him. Many dangers, many travels, many quests and tasks ahead. His name will be remembered throughout history, as the raccoon who did it all!

From: The Soft Flower Club

Story recorded by @storybot, written by @iamanironicpieceofstardust, @liza-da-lemon-dragon, @fabulous-rat, and @heyoh-its-abbyoh

[pebble-of-gold]

Once upon a time...how do we start this confusing adventure? We shall start with our hero! A brave, mighty, talented, majestic, courageous, beautiful....... raccoon?? A raccoon... but "Yeah get on with the story!" This raccoon is a special raccoon. He has special powers, such as mind control, invisibleness, and teleportation "That's more like it!" When the raccoon was just a baby, he had always wanted to go on adventures outside of his little forest. His mum always told him it was too dangerous. But he used is invisibleness powers and snuck away one night before his mother could see him He ran into the nearest village to get some food for his mother and his siblings. but was kidnapped before he could get back to them!! He thought quickly and took down his kidnappers within a snap! But he couldn’t find his way back home, no matter how far he wondered or how many lefts and rights and rights and lefts and twists and turns he took he couldn’t find his way home. Until..... he found a cavern when he slipped and fell. He then saw a door forming in from of his eyes. The curious little raccoon pushed open the heavy door. Once it was open wide enough for the baby to squeeze through, he did. And what he saw was both terrifying and amazing. He saw mermaids singing on a rock and in the middle was a sack...but was in it? He mostly was stumped at that question...until he made a closer look at it. The mermaids pointed to the sack... and upon closer inspection it was full of potatoes! The mermaids then started to sing... a beautiful chorus about the potatoes... the largest potato screamed “yo ho ho” and said “we be stuck in potatoes dammit” turns out the potatoes weren’t potatoes at all!! They were.... trapped pirates! The mermaids had turned them into potatoes for not liking their fish sticks. The raccoon tried everything in his trash-panda powers to try and save the pirate/potatoes. But alas, nothing was working. until... the baby raccoon thought of another idea... one that might work..... TO KILL THE MERMAIDS! Despite not having opposable thumbs, the brave little raccoon began to fight the mermaids. And he put up a good fight, too. He stood there stunned at what he just did...he slaughtered a ton of mermaids for some potato pirates! and just like the end of Beauty and the Beast when the beast becomes the prince, the potatoes began floating in the air. With a great burst of light, suddenly the pirates were no longer in their starchy form. "Thank ye for the bravery we must get back to the ship!" One of the pirates pull out a small bag. The ship in a bottle grew to the size of a real ship, and the pirate patted the little raccoon’s head. “Ye be a good lil mammal. As a token of our thanks, I give ye some armor. And a bazooka.” The tiny looked at the pirate with gratitude. The pirate looked at him as he gave the racoon the armor, "ye are now the honorary member of me crew." Thr raccoon looked off onto the horizon, the sun setting dramatically. Deep inside he knew he had many more adventures awaiting him. Many dangers, many travels, many quests and tasks ahead. His name will be remembered throughout history, as the raccoon who did it all!

From: The Soft Flower Club

Story recorded by @storybot, written by @iamanironicpieceofstardust, @liza-da-lemon-dragon, @fabulous-rat, and @heyoh-its-abbyoh

[abbycadabraa]

Once upon a time...how do we start this confusing adventure? We shall start with our hero! A brave, mighty, talented, majestic, courageous, beautiful....... raccoon?? A raccoon... but "Yeah get on with the story!" This raccoon is a special raccoon. He has special powers, such as mind control, invisibleness, and teleportation "That's more like it!" When the raccoon was just a baby, he had always wanted to go on adventures outside of his little forest. His mum always told him it was too dangerous. But he used is invisibleness powers and snuck away one night before his mother could see him He ran into the nearest village to get some food for his mother and his siblings. but was kidnapped before he could get back to them!! He thought quickly and took down his kidnappers within a snap! But he couldn’t find his way back home, no matter how far he wondered or how many lefts and rights and rights and lefts and twists and turns he took he couldn’t find his way home. Until..... he found a cavern when he slipped and fell. He then saw a door forming in from of his eyes. The curious little raccoon pushed open the heavy door. Once it was open wide enough for the baby to squeeze through, he did. And what he saw was both terrifying and amazing. He saw mermaids singing on a rock and in the middle was a sack...but was in it? He mostly was stumped at that question...until he made a closer look at it. The mermaids pointed to the sack... and upon closer inspection it was full of potatoes! The mermaids then started to sing... a beautiful chorus about the potatoes... the largest potato screamed “yo ho ho” and said “we be stuck in potatoes dammit” turns out the potatoes weren’t potatoes at all!! They were.... trapped pirates! The mermaids had turned them into potatoes for not liking their fish sticks. The raccoon tried everything in his trash-panda powers to try and save the pirate/potatoes. But alas, nothing was working. until... the baby raccoon thought of another idea... one that might work..... TO KILL THE MERMAIDS! Despite not having opposable thumbs, the brave little raccoon began to fight the mermaids. And he put up a good fight, too. He stood there stunned at what he just did...he slaughtered a ton of mermaids for some potato pirates! and just like the end of Beauty and the Beast when the beast becomes the prince, the potatoes began floating in the air. With a great burst of light, suddenly the pirates were no longer in their starchy form. "Thank ye for the bravery we must get back to the ship!" One of the pirates pull out a small bag. The ship in a bottle grew to the size of a real ship, and the pirate patted the little raccoon’s head. “Ye be a good lil mammal. As a token of our thanks, I give ye some armor. And a bazooka.” The tiny looked at the pirate with gratitude. The pirate looked at him as he gave the racoon the armor, "ye are now the honorary member of me crew." Thr raccoon looked off onto the horizon, the sun setting dramatically. Deep inside he knew he had many more adventures awaiting him. Many dangers, many travels, many quests and tasks ahead. His name will be remembered throughout history, as the raccoon who did it all!

From: The Soft Flower Club

Story recorded by @storybot, written by @iamanironicpieceofstardust, @liza-da-lemon-dragon, @fabulous-rat, and @heyoh-its-abbyoh

[otheroutlandertales]

This story is a little different than what we usually write. We're starting a new series based on the time-traveling premise in Audrey Niffenegger's book The Time Traveler's Wife and we'll be expanding the story with various Outlander characters. This first installment features Jamie and a time-traveling Claire. 

The Time Traveler’s Family

by @abbydebeaupreposts

Strange the things you remember, the people, the places, the moments in time burned into the heart forever. Jamie Fraser has lived a life different from other men, for most men don’t have wives and children with temporal displacement disorder.

Part One: Chapter 1 - Lallybroch 1729

Jamie is 8, Claire is 27

The first time it happens after Craigh Na Dun, Claire is terrified. A bone-deep fear she hasn’t felt since she was five years old-- not since the very start of her temporal dissonance disorder. Since becoming a nurse, she has thought of her condition in clinical terms-- it makes her feel less of an oddity-- but no better prepared now than she was 22 years ago.

Her uncle Lamb had unceremoniously dropped her off at the boarding school he’d selected, handed her suitcase to the Matron, a starchy woman with an imposing bosom and shoes so well polished Claire could see the lights reflected in the tops of the toes. Then he’d patted her back and driven away. She’d followed the Matron to the long ward of beds that would be her new home. Claire didn’t want to live in this place with its screaming girls and unsmiling faces. She wanted her Daddy to rock her to sleep in the special chair by the fire, to feel her Mummy brush a kiss on her forehead and say “Night, night bug!” But they were gone and in that moment, her only thought was her own wish to be gone, too.

Claire’s next coherent thought was that it had all been a dream, a terrible awful dream. For here she was back in her bed, snug as a bug in a rug. She sighed deeply, only vaguely noticing that she was dressed in the same outfit she had been wearing in her nightmare about the boarding school. But Claire was too tired to slip on her nightie. As she rolled over she saw her own head on the pillow right next to her. She smiled thinking this was still part of her strange dream, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

She was startled awake when the door of her room sprung open. She rolled out of the bed onto the thin strip of floor between the window and the bed frame. Claire looked back at the bed and saw that she hadn’t imagined it, there really was another Claire. She heard her Grandmere crying and noted the shocked expression on bed-Claire’s face, all of it felt far too familiar. Claire started screaming as if she could forestall her grandmother’s words. Yet, she knew them by heart.

“There’s been an accident, Julia and Henry are dead.”

The next thing she knew, Claire was back in the long ward, prostrate on the floor and unable to stop crying. She threw up all over Matron’s shiny shoes but even that didn’t end her hysteria. It only ended when Lamb came to get her and promised she can come stay with him.

Over the years, Claire has adapted to her rare condition. In fact, when she fell through the stones at Craigh Na Dun, she believed that it was just another time jump into her past.

Well, it certainly was that. Except this time, she didn’t just go back to her past, but The Past. A whole new century, as a matter of fact. But Claire was used to living in the impossible. The answers would come, as they always did, in time.

She’d spent two days riding now, in the company of these highlanders, and mile after mile, she kept waiting to snap back into her own time, certain at any moment she would awaken on the floor of Mrs Baird’s B & B, feeling nauseous, hungry and trying frantically to think up an excuse that Frank might accept.

Frank. Her heart squeezed when she thought of him and how frantic he would be. They’d married so quickly and spent so little time together during their marriage thus far, that it had never come up. She’d jumped a couple of times when with him, that was true, but in both cases she’d been missing from her own time only a few minutes. It had been easy to manage a plausible excuse on her return-- a bathroom visit, a forgotten item that had to be attended to in another room.

From previous jumps, Claire learned that time didn’t always move in a linear pattern in her present and past. Sometimes she’d discover that no matter how long she’d been in her past, upon her return to the present only five or ten minutes had elapsed. Other times, she’d come home to find the mail piled up for days.

Claire usually jumped to a familiar place-- her house, school, an archeological dig she’d been on with Uncle Lamb a few years ago.  On very rare occasions, Claire might find herself hundreds of miles away from anything recognizable. Up until the stones, those jumps were the scariest ones. For she knew no one, sometimes didn’t speak the language, had to be quick on her feet. She had three choices: blend in, flee or hide.  

There was no rhyme or reason to when, where or for how long she’d need to endure until she could make her way back to her own life in the present. She’d never jumped so far in the past, though and, in any case, Claire had no way to judge whether time was moving the same in Frank’s world. She had always known that at some point she’d jump and be gone for long enough that there would be a reckoning. Claire was quite certain that this time, her absence had not gone unnoticed.

Claire tries in vain to remember where she’s been and what she has just been doing before coming to this meadow. Ah, she remembers. She’d just finished tending to Jamie MacTavish’s shoulder. She’d been sitting in his lap and crying about her husband who was, most certainly, not alive. The feel of Jamie’s hands coming around her body, stroking her back, soft Gaelic words whispered in her ear. The smell of wet wool fading from his rapidly drying kilt and her burning cheeks as their eyes met in the firelight. The smirk on his lips as she’d leapt to her feet at the realization of a growing hardness underneath her. He told her to get some rest and closed the heavy door behind him. She’d seen the cot in the corner, thinking to take Jamie’s advice when the dizziness pulled at her. Thank God! She’d thought as the candles of Mrs. Fitz’s spare room faded from her vision, she would be home, back to Frank and the 20th Century in no time.

But she’d come to in this meadow instead, lying on all fours, retching in the dirt. She is wearing her torn, mud-splattered white dress, she can see, looking down her body. Her sturdy walking shoes that mark her, more than the dress, as an outsider...a sassenach.

She always arrives when she jumps wearing what she had on the second before she goes. That gives her trouble occasionally. Like when she was wearing trousers, a new fashion for women in the UK borne of necessity in the war for certain tasks, and jumped back to her own childhood where even little girls still wore petticoats under skirts, or worse, when she is taking a bath and makes a jump arriving in her birthday suit. That only happened once, though.

Yet, despite the clothing she instinctively knows she isn’t in Inverness. That her choice of dress will become problematic shortly. For it is too quiet in this meadow, and the air smells crisp and clean in a way it never does in her time. Claire needs water and food and something appropriate to cover herself in.

“Are ye well, mistress?”

Claire’s head snaps to her left and she sees a young boy, bright red hair and cat-like blue eyes. The eyes are familiar.

“No, no I’m not.” She manages, trying her best to place the face.

“Do ye need help, shall I call for my Da?” His face is full of freckles and concern.

“Uhmm, perhaps not just yet,” she says with more strength.

“Yer English!” It sounds like an accusation.

“I am,” she admits, smiling at his shocked expression.

“How come ye to be here, if I might ask?”

“Jamie! Jamie, lad did ye get the milk?”

Claire hears a voice ringing with the authority of a mother, but it’s far too high pitched in register to actually belong to one. She looks at the boy once more and places him immediately.

“Are you Jamie MacTavish?” Claire asks, happy to know at least this much.

“Nay, mistress, I’ve not heard of any by that name. I am Jamie Fraser, well, James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, to be precise. At your service.” The boy executes a very impressive formal bow. Claire stares at him once more. Those eyes she’d know anywhere, having spent the better part of the last two days glued to the man on horseback and staring back over her shoulder at him as they talked for hours and hours to pass the time on the ride.

“Jamie, ye wee gomerel!” The voice again.

“Coming Janet!” he shouts back, then gives the woman a sad smile. “My sister,” he tells her. “Ever since Mam died she’s been bossing me sunup to sundown.” There is something in his tone, a catch that makes her realize his grief is still fresh

“I am sorry for your loss,” Claire tells him. “My mother died when I was just a bit younger than you.”

Jamie doesn’t know what to say to that and his ears start to go pink.

“Do ye hide in the barn, lass, I’ll find you a blanket and you’ll be hungry?” He guesses and at that, her stomach growls which makes him laugh.

Claire is now positive that James of the many names Fraser is indeed her Jamie MacTavish, for he has the exact same glint of humor in those cat eyes, the same ready grin and charm. Jamie waits until Claire is kneeling upright before he turns to go. He makes it five feet before he spins back around on his heels and faces her again

“Oh, but mistress, here I’ve gone and introduced myself to ye but yer still a stranger to me. I dinna even ken yer name.

“Jamie!” His sister’s voice is much closer now.

“Hurry, Jamie!” Claire implores, hoping not to get caught for she hasn’t even been in this century-long enough to know what year it is, let alone had time to concoct a plausible excuse for her being there.

“Yer name!” he insists, with what she will only later come to recognize as Fraser stubbornness.

“You can call me Sassenach,” she tells him, “I’ll fill you in when you come back to the barn with food and a blanket.” She sighs in relief when that satisfies him enough to run back and cut his sister off before she can spot the woman hiding in the high grass behind the barn. Too late, Claire realizes she should have asked Jamie what year it was. Claire turns to head to the barn, not more than twenty feet away, when she feels light-headed. She doesn’t fight it, hoping that she’ll wake in Inverness in 1945.

Claire is jolted back to consciousness by the unmistakable voice of Mrs. Fitz.

“Up, up! The MacKenzie will be wanting a word wi’ ye. There is no time to waste!”

She recoils as Mrs. Fitz flings the bed coverings aside, flooding the room with daylight. Claire groans and falls back against the pillows as realization dawns. She is back at Leoch and lost in time.

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gib mer bitte no biz meh zit. mir chönnt doch drüber rede? ich weiss ich bin fähig zum das rette. ich weiss du gsehsch es nöm, aber ich han hoffnig. du bisch so toll und ich liebe dich. lahn mich dir zeige wie toll du bisch und verdient hesch es schöns lebe ha. lahn mich bitte no eimal ih dis herz. ich wirde dich nöd enttüsche dasmal. ich wirde alles richtig mache. und du au. ich weiss es. es chunnt guet. mir hend eh starchi verbindig und schaffed das.

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Hey everyone, hope you're having an amazing day today. Today, I will show you a way to make a special dish, sig's kartoffel knödel (potato dumpling). It is one of my favorites food recipes. This time, I'm gonna make it a little bit tasty. This is gonna smell and look delicious.

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Sig's Kartoffel Knödel (Potato Dumpling) is one of the most favored of recent trending meals in the world. It is easy, it's quick, it tastes yummy. It's appreciated by millions daily. Sig's Kartoffel Knödel (Potato Dumpling) is something which I have loved my whole life. They are nice and they look fantastic.

To get started with this recipe, we must prepare a few components. You can cook sig's kartoffel knödel (potato dumpling) using 5 ingredients and 12 steps. Here is how you can achieve that.

The ingredients needed to make Sig's Kartoffel Knödel (Potato Dumpling):

{Make ready 1/2 kg of (about 500 grams) floury potatoes, boiled in their skins,.

{Take 1/2 kg of potatoes of the same kind, uncooked,skin on.

{Take 1 of day old white bread roll.

{Get 1 of large pot of good stock of choice.

{Get to taste of salt, pepper, dried wild garlic or herbs.

Dumplings are a favorite in German cuisine and are lovingly served with soups, stews, braises You need starchy potatoes known as Mehligkochende Kartoffeln (mealy/floury cooking potatoes) in Germany, of which there. German Potato Dumplings, aka Kartoffelklöße or Kartoffelknödel, bring back great memories of my Mutti's Sunday dinners. Her recipe used cooked potatoes to create a traditional dumpling that goes well with almost any meat and gravy. Die Kartoffel kochen, abseien, schälen und zerstampfen.

Steps to make Sig's Kartoffel Knödel (Potato Dumpling):

Remove skin from cooked potatoes.Press the cooked potatoes through a potato ricer or mash really well. Do not blend them as this may get to runny..

Soak the bread roll in about 3 tablespoons of milk.

If you dont like skins remove the skin on the uncooked potato before you grate them, I wash them and grate them with the skin.Grate them finely on grater, mandolin or in food processor. Put them into a clean towel and wring them out over a bowl until they are very dry.

Set aside the potato water, some potato starch will sink to the bottom,this is used in a while.

Now press out the milk soaked bread roll and add with the salt, pepper and the herbs to the raw potatoes mix well..

Add the potato mash and the white potato starch at the bottom of the container in which you saved the potato water, try to use the starch only, not the water, taste the mixture adjust seasoning if needed, mix well..

Heat a large pot with a good stock of choice, bring to a gentle simmer.

Wet your hands with cold water and keep them moist. Now make little balls, size is a choice, with your hands. Carefully put them into the slight simmering water..

If you want to fill them with a few onion or bacon,breadcrumbs, cheese or some sauce do so as you roll them, make a dent in them then cover and roll into a ball. Do not overfill them..

If you don't have a large pot then only add 1 or 2 dumplings at a time. Dumplings need lots of room so don't overcrowd the pot. Do not boil them keep at just a simmer. This should take about 15 minutes then they swim to the top and they are ready.

Use a slotted spoon to remove them and either serve with gravy straight away or fry them gently from all sides until golden brown..

Here is a cooked dumpling, that has not yet been fried on the left and a uncooked one on the right..

Für die Knödel die Schalotte und den Speck in Öl bei milder Hitze anbraten. Gekochte und rohe Kartoffeln sowie die Speisestärke, Eigelb, braune Butter und Petersilie mit den Schalotten, Speck Mischung vermengen. Place potatoes in a large pot and add salty water until potatoes are all covered. See more ideas about potato dumpling recipe, potato dumplings, dumpling recipe. German Potato Dumplings [Kartoffelknödel] prepared with a simple potato dough.

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