#Qurabiya

[travelturkeyandmore]

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[vegehana-food]

✿ クラビエデス | Kourabiedes ・ギリシャのクリスマスの定番菓子。砕いたアーモンドやブランデーが練りこまれた香り高いクッキーで、 生地の表面には粉砂糖がたっぷりと振りかけられています。その名称は中東のクッキー 「クラビーヤ(Qurabiya)」に由来します。 クリスマスのみならず、特別な日に供されることが一般的なのだそう。

[val-daily]

Monday, 17 April 2023

Well Done:

Being weary at work I went out for a snack and some sunshine.

I was polite with my coworkers

To better:

For some unfathomable reason I was physically exhausted at work, and I felt sad about it. Then when some mistakes were made I started to feel shame and guilt. As if I have no right to mistakes and tiredness at work without proper reasons. There is nothing wrong with being exhausted, I don’t stop being a worthy person by being human.

Oftentimes I get bored at work and stop paying attention to the details, I grow arrogant, dismissive. Well, even if I’m bored at the moment of a workday I still have to focus and fix this problem on a bigger level.

Delights:

Evening sky and “The Last Shadow Puppets” songs.

Shortbread Qurabiya biscuits. 😋

Last season of “The Good Fight”

[sugary2cloud]

#ghoriba #qurabiya #shortbread_type_biscuit #date_biscuit #غريبة #غريبة_العيد #غريبة_الفستق #غريبة_اللوتس #غريبة_الشوكلت #بسكوت_التمر shortbread-type biscuit with different flavors (pistachios, lotus, chocolate,... ) (at London, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPZpOuNny3e/?utm_medium=tumblr

[thesweetsofsanfrancisco]

One of my favorite cookies is the Armenian khourabia (various spellings). This simple shortbread cookie is made all over the Middle East, and it’s main ingredients are pretty much the same: clarified butter, sugar and flour. We used to make clarified butter (AKA ghee) but now @fourthandheart’s Ghee {#AD} takes the work out of preparing it ourselves. It’s a 1:1 butter replacement and is great for baking or using in high heat cooking with its 485° smoke point! Wanna learn more about @fourthandheart, check out the link in my bio. Khourabia 1/2 pound @fourthandheart ghee 1 c superfine sugar 2 cups flour 2 t vanilla or almond extract (optional and can use any combination of the 2 for added flavor) 30 shelled pistachios or blanched almonds (optional) Powered sugar for dusting (optional) Cream butter and sugar until fluffy, light and pale in color. Add extract/s if using and mix until combined. Add flour and mix until combined. Take about a walnut sized amount of dough and roll into ball, place cookie sheet and push down slightly and place nut in center. Bake at 300 for 20-25 mins. Cookie should remain pale. (Do not brown!) Remove and cool on cookie rack and dust with powdered sugar if using. . . . #sponsored #ghee #fuelhappy #her4thandheartghee #fourthandheart #4thandheart #khourabia #kurabia #khurabia #qurabiya #sweetsofsf #quarantinebaking #armeniancookies #armenianshortbread #armeniansugarcookies (at San Francisco, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CI6npwAhqct/?igshid=7is1ppeua1h1

[elsewheregremlin]

Headcanon #8

Eve can eat anything, Bill prefers something spicy, Q likes his deserts and coffee bitter like Silva’s soul, Alec is crazy about sweets—especially the ones that give people instant cavity, and James stress bakes when possible.

Every once in a while James will bring a huge box of his baked goods and starts throwing them at people. Sometimes he throws the wrong thing at people on purpose.

Giving Q Alec’s qurabiya that tastes like pure sugar get him a taser to the back; giving Bill Q’s dark chocolate eclair gets him a month of paperwork duty; giving Alec Bill’s paprika rolls gets him face-planted on the mats in front of every minion in Q-Branch.

Eve just hums and devours everything James throws at her. She’s a busy woman and needs energy.

[donb]

Hókifli

Olvasom, hogy a görögök egyik karácsonyi süteménye a kurabiész, hát tisztára, mint a nagyanyám manduláskiflije, és persze egy lépésben kiderül, hogy arab-török-balkáni shortbread-alapcucc https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qurabiya

[cashewally-sarcastic]

You chose 2, which was "why did you follow me" on your inbox reblog. As it turns out I was not, in fact following you, which is a crime unto itself, but that has been corrected 😔

Anyway, you're pretty cool, so it's a real shame we had to be on opposite sides of this war... Have you considered just surrendering to the superior cookie, our glorious Lofthouse?

An ask, of you will. Of Lofthouse is not the superior cookie, which do you believe to take that spot, and why?

First of all, never feel pressured to follow me, I don't really make content (but you're very sweet for doing so anyway <3)

Secondly, lofthouse cookies do have a lot of nostalgia for me (there may or may not be some sitting in my kitchen right now), but I won't surrender, only Echo can do that

As for the superior cookie? Easy. Kourambiedes (also spelled kourabiedes or qurabiya)! My family makes them every christmas and they're soooo good.

[maybeformepersonally]

Fic: the poetry of resistance, chapter 1

Title: the poetry of resistance Author: maybeformepersonally Rating: T / Teen Summary: Dark times are brewing, fear and prejudice have been sinking their vicious claws into Dan's world, twisting and poisoning his once quiet, peaceful way of life. He feels like his life is falling apart, and he's scrambling to do something, anything, to keep enough of the pieces together. But even in the darkest of times, even in the midst of the worst atrocities committed, kindness can blossom, and new hope can be born.  Word Count: 4.9k this chapter (the whole fic will be 20k+)  Author’s Note: This fic is my fill for the @phandomreversebang! I need to thank the lovely admins of the PRB for organising this, and the wonderful @dansphlevels for making the art that inspired this story (see it here!). And a very special, very heartfelt thank you to the fabulous @itsmyusualphannie, who was kind enough to fill the position of my beta reader when I found myself without one, and doing an excellent job of it to boot. Any mistakes that remain are solely mine.

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Old Conrad Huckabee got up early as usual to start the day, as was expected of bakers, before the sun would rise. After the habitual short routine of morning ablutions that had remained unchanged for years now, he headed downstairs into his bakery accompanied by his dearest wife. She had been as faithful and true to him as a man could hope for, a true companion in life and business, and he likely would have floundered without her support and no-nonsense attitude throughout the years. He thanked the gods every day that he had been so lucky as to find one as her to stand beside him.

They moved as one into their respective positions, a dance they had long perfected for a routine as familiar as breathing and as beloved as the life they’d built together, Conrad at the ovens and his dear Adelaide with her books and supplies, making sure everything was in order for Conrad to get lost in his craft. A mere half-hour before opening time, the Howell boy arrived, perfectly on time. Adelaide quite liked that about him. Responsible lad.

Conrad opened the door for him and ushered him to the back, to where his wife was sorting that week’s stock and making sure everything was running smoothly. Adelaide had truly been a godsend. He’d married for love, but no one would suspect it from the way his father’s little bakery had flourished under their joint care once Conrad had inherited it not long after their nuptials. He knew, everyone knew really, that the success had been in great part due to his young wife’s sharpness of mind and her skill in trade. Oh, she would never stiff or cheat a merchant, such behaviours would only lead to mistrust and ruin, if not imprisonment. No, she was fair to a fault, just, well, brilliant.

He spared a glance to the young merchant greeting his wife with a warm smile and a respectful tilt of the head. It had been over a decade now since the boy had started trading with them directly, first as proxy for his parents and later as a trader in his own right, but despite his young age, he had never treated Adelaide with anything but the respect she rightfully deserved, which was saying something when half the village still persisted in viewing women as somehow… inferior. Conrad huffed at the thought. Old fools, he thought, and nevermind that he was old enough now to fit that description himself. Oh, but he was no fool. They were so set in their ways that they would stare reality in the face and refuse its length and shape, and for what? Everyone knew women were especially good at trade, this he had learnt as a little tyke at his grandfather’s knee back before he was even tall enough to reach the baker’s ovens. Women were better at maths, and accounting, they excelled at keeping books, could run where the men would limp and stumble.

This particular trader, young enough to be their own son, seemed to have learnt this as well, for he had never disrespected his dear Adelaide, and had never tried to dupe her with bad quality wares or too steep prices. A fair and honest trader was hard to come by, sadly, which he supposed was why those two had always liked each other, he mused as a chuckle reached his ears. His wife was in good spirits today, he thought with a little smile of his own, and whispered a quick prayer to her favoured gods in thanks. He was ever grateful, after so many years, that the gods had so blessed him in both business and love.

As he continued arranging the day’s work in preparation for opening time, he reflected that it was a pity the young Howell boy had not found a wife of his own to share his efforts and secure the line of his house. But then again, that was hardly surprising.

Some small eccentricities would hardly matter to any smart young woman or discerning head of house, not with a profitable line of trade and a face as fair as that, but to live past the borders of the forest… oh, yes. That would give any young woman or her parents pause. Even with the efforts of the special guard, one could never be perfectly sure that no creatures lurked, not outside the heart of the village, not when nothing but earth and trees and wild animals surrounded you and the terrain may allow those awful, wicked creatures passage into your very home.

The boy, well, man now, had some small grasp on the magicks that kept such dangers at bay; he must, or he would have perished by now. And Conrad did not doubt that he was dutiful, and ever careful not to shirk his duties. His very survival attested to that. But he had been born in the forest, had grown up there, with his parents moving there as soon as they were married. They had inherited the land, and it was a good business decision to farm it, but still, most of the village had half expected them to perish out there, cut off from the comforts of immediate trade and the community. It took days to get to the village from their land on foot, and the lad had built his own house a whole day’s walk deeper into the forest than even his parents’ lodgings, or so the tales said. Tales that he was rather disposed to believe, as it wasn’t just the young fools who had nothing better to do than tell tales to pass the time that were saying so. Old Burnaby himself swore to it, and Conrad had lost count of the respectable storekeepers who had hinted or even outright said as much.

Still, the young Howell couple must have been better prepared than the village had given them credit for, and more favoured by the gods, to be blessed with the tools to survive alone all the way out there. And young Daniel only knew that life, and the ever-present vigilance and jealous warding of his lands must be second nature to him.

A pity, but understandable, that he hadn’t found a partner willing to follow him into the dark heart of the forest. Oh well, plenty of travellers and foreigners were used to such conditions. Perhaps that was all it would take; a traveller that crossed their village, or a merchant looking for trade. He hoped so, for the kind young man’s sake.

He heard him say his goodbyes to Adelaide, muffled by the partition that led behind his shop, and watched him appear from behind it a few seconds later. He seemed pleased enough with their trade, and Conrad was once again reminded of the confession he’d got out of the young man years ago about how their family was one of his favourites to deal with in the whole village, as they were more welcoming than most, and less driven to endless haggling. His dear Adelaide knew the worth of the young lad’s wares and she was willing enough to pay a fair price for them, which put them several steps above most of the village.

“Good exchange?” he prompted; they had enough time before he had to open the shop to indulge in a little small talk.

“Quite good, for both our houses,” Daniel answered with a pleasant smile. His eyes caught on the display to their left, however, and Conrad stifled an amused chuckle at the young man’s predictability. “Are those qurabiya?” Daniel asked, not even trying to hide his childlike delight.

“Indeed, they are! Straight from the oven. I could be persuaded to sell you some before the first customers may get their hands on the bargain, if you make a good enough offer for me to consider it...” he was teasing, of course. He was always happy to sell his products to Daniel when he was around, even if the bakery hadn’t technically opened its doors yet when he came round for business. Daniel knew it, too. He was giving him a wide dimpled grin, and the old baker found himself thinking again about how unfortunate it was that such a kind and striking young man should be single still.

Daniel asked for four qurabiya to go, two for his parents and two for himself, as usual, and as Conrad wrapped them up for him, he broached the subject once again, much to the well-taken exasperation of the young man before him, who’d been subject to this particular talk at the hands of the well-meaning baker many, many times before (and more often as of late, as he grew older).

 “No news to speak of on my love life, no,” he said with a badly hidden roll of his eyes. “I can’t imagine why the topic matters so much to you, I swear. More nosy than most of the matchmakers in the village put together, you are. You needn’t concern yourself with my love life, Conrad. I promise I can handle the trade for myself, with the occasional help from my parents, if need be. Your supply line shall not suffer from my regrettable lack of a wife.”

“Of course, of course,” he said placatingly. “But trade is only part of the reason to seek a marriage. You can’t be content to spend all that time alone out there in the woods. A companion would surely make the days shorter and sweeter, and a young man as yourself should be thinking about children soon…”

Daniel shook his head to himself, amused at the baker’s persistence. “I appreciate your concern, but as you know, my way of life wouldn’t suit most villagers, much less the young women who grew up in a village as big and bustling with activity as this one. Regardless, I am quite content as is, much as I know it perplexes you.” He smiled then. As annoying as it could be to be grilled about his love life and to be offered pointed advice about the young unmarried women in town, Dan knew it came from a good place. “Most of us aren’t so lucky as to find our perfect match, much less to find her so early in life, you know.” The man was a hopeless romantic, and as such had become something like the unofficial matchmaker of the town. It was sweet.

“Ah, that is very true. But that doesn’t mean you should give up, young lad! I hear a caravan of travellers has announced their intention to stop here soon. They must be on the lookout for new trade, or perhaps even a place to settle on. I hear there is a pair of hunters coming in to aid the special guard, but perhaps there are a few ladies as well? Perhaps a young lady accustomed to the life of a traveller might be more open to a life on the outskirts of town…?”

Dan swallowed any outward indication of his skin crawling at the mention of ‘hunters’ coming in to ‘aid the special guard’. The casual mention had activated his fight or flight response, but he couldn’t let his expression slip, even with well-meaning old villagers like Conrad.

Thankfully, Dan had years of practice in the concealing of emotions, and so he chuckled at the man’s insistence, determined to grill the more forthcoming storekeepers who might actually have the kind of information he needed about the hunters coming his way. He knew the old baker well enough by now to know that any details he might pry out of him would be geared more towards getting him wed rather than anything useful to him.

“We might see,” he told Conrad with a carefree glint of mischief. “Don’t get your hopes up, old friend, you know I will not settle for usefulness.”

“As you shan’t! I quite agree!” He had perked up at Dan’s seeming acquiescence. “Why settle for an advantageous union when one can strive for a lasting, true love?” He was nodding along as he presented the package of sweets to him, carefully sealed to withstand Dan’s travels. Dan paid for the pastries and bade him farewell, reminding him once more not to try to pair him up with any young lady he thought might make a good match, even though he knew Conrad would endeavour to tell any unmarried woman arriving in that caravan that looked the slightest bit interested all about Dan’s virtues.

Can’t ask the deer to change its hooves, Dan thought ruefully. He hoped the man didn’t get any poor woman’s hopes up with his efforts. The last thing Dan needed was to contend with the complications that would come from taking a human wife.

*

Dan took the long way back to his home deep into the forest, taking a few detours to reassure himself that everything was okay, that no disaster or evil had befallen his beautiful land in his brief absence, that no tree or animal or creature had been disturbed.

You couldn’t be too careful these days.

The leisurely trek soothed ruffled nerves, but he couldn’t stop turning the latest news in his mind as he walked deftly over uneven terrain and smooth plains alike. The air sprites surfaced from the heights of the tallest trees to signal the lack of new developments as he gave them their prearranged call; the family of ungulate kelpies living in the depths of his forest looked up at him when he approached and gave him a distinct nod to indicate no problems had met them either; and so on.

He didn’t take the small detour behind the old oak tree he used to play in as a child to check the mounds that the aes sídhe used to claim as their home. And he didn’t take a left there down the path that led to the natural pond that had formed several centuries ago, where the will-o'-the-wisps used to dance ethereally over the calm water, dipping occasionally to play hide-and-seek in the reeds and water lilies.

There was no point. There was no one there anymore.

The sun was high in the sky by the time his circuit led him to the last stop before home. There couldn’t be more than an hour or so of sunlight left.

Dan finally slowed down as he approached the jagged rock formation that led to the cenote that was his final check-in of the day. He left his pack resting on one of the concave shapes eroded into the stone, secured against any strong winds by one of the stray rocks lying around, before heading for the mouth of the cave. It really did look like a mouth, rough spikes growing up out of the base of the opening and coiling all around it like monstrously deformed, too-sharp teeth. It wasn’t the easiest squeeze, especially for someone his size, but he could manoeuvre it without too much trouble, his hands and feet familiar with the grooves and sharp edges. It was for the best anyway, he thought. Wouldn’t do to have an unwary traveller enter the sacred caves by mistake.

He didn’t come here often. But the day’s news was worrying enough to warrant it, he’d decided after ruminating on it all day. He’d worried about it in the back of his head for the entirety of his trip.

He navigated the sharp mouth of the cave and crossed into the cooler air inside, careful to stay his grip into the stone wall before steadily climbing down. There was a stretch of open sky that illuminated a patch of the deep blue waters which covered most of the vast interconnected caves, but jumping directly into the waters would be nothing short of suicidal, even for a not-unwelcome-guest such as himself. He’d never trespass on another’s domain like that, nor would he want to abuse his welcome. He knew how rare the courtesy extended to him was, and how precious for it.

The rays of sunlight reaching into the deceptively calm water made it sparkle attractively, and Dan took the time to appreciate the beautiful play of flecks of light and shadows that adorned the cave walls as clouds shifted all the way up in the sky. He’d always enjoyed the view, from the first time he was allowed entry here as a child, and he’d always marvelled that he would be given such an unlikely gift. The habitants of the cenotes were infamous for distrusting outsiders.

To those who even knew there was such a thing, anyway.

As he was reaching the ground - he’d headed for the small patch of limestone filled with tiny rocks to the left of the cave entrance as was the custom - he lowered his bare feet into the narrow riverbank and announced his presence with a distinct whistle. They would have already noticed him, of course, but the rituals must be observed. He waited a full minute, counting in his head and watching the little shadows of movement in the water, taking in the seldom-seen beauty of the caves, then, once the minute was over, he moved ahead, carefully, deliberately, to the edge of the river. He could only advance three wide steps before the stream bed plunged to unknown depths, and so he stopped at the third step, the soles of his feet firmly rooted into the rock, and he waited.

He wasn’t made to wait long. He saw the figures approach, thin and sinewy and too fast to be any kind of human, too fast in the water to be anything but what they were, and he let his feet and calves harden and expand lightly, gripping into the rock he was standing on more securely and providing a more reliable proof of his own identity than anything else he could have done or presented them with. He was in their domain, anyway. One, alone, where hundreds of them swam leisurely around, and where hundreds more could be called if a threat dared show up. If they wanted him dead he didn’t stand a chance. Just as they liked it.

He couldn’t really blame them.

They surfaced a few meters away, and he was relieved to recognise their leader. She hadn’t always been available for his impromptu visits, and the others were much more distrustful of him. Klavdiya was there the first time Dan had visited as a kid, however. She remembered his Papa too, and that also helped.

“Lady Klavdiya,” Dan addressed her, twining his arms close to his chest, and inclined his torso slightly while keeping eye contact with her. She bared her too-long, too-sharp teeth in a grimace Dan had learnt was a gesture not unlike a smile for humans. The two rusalki flanking her sides allowed themselves to stoop lower into the water, vigilant as ever but mollified by the show of respect. Dan only recognised one of them from his previous visits, though she’d never offered a name.

“Daniel, forest child. You come unannounced.”

“I do. I’ve received news that you deserve to hear.” The rusalki appreciated candour as much as Dan did, so he didn’t waste their time with small talk. It would be an insult to them both.

“Speak,” Klavdiya prompted, not unkindly.

“There is a party coming to the village. No more than a dozen humans, but among them, there is a pair of hunters. Rumours are they’re quite skilled in certain magicks, and they’ve sent word that they’re canvassing the kingdom, catching and disposing of any non-humans they can and making note of others they may not have the resources to slay. I don’t know how accurate the assessment of their skills is, but I’ve ascertained that there is a pair of hunters travelling this way, and they’ve apparently caused quite the stir in the neighbouring lands, so I doubt they’ll be easy pickings.”

Klavdiya swirled her tail close to the surface in a dangerous motion that Dan knew could drain the life of a human in a single blow.

She was worried.

Dan hated it.

“Canvassing…” she sounded the word out, picking at it as she asked for more information.

“I doubt they’ll venture this deep into the forest. If they do, I may well have to take them out myself before they ever reach the caves.”

Klavdiya’s fins flickered in sympathy. She knew he wouldn’t enjoy it if it came to that.

Dan understood the significance of the gesture, a notable display of insight and compassion from a creature who would delight in slaying her enemies, as brutally and mercilessly as she felt they deserved. He saw the respect in her eyes, in her posture, in every word she said to him. She knew he would do it if necessary.

“You may need help,” she declared.

“I hope not,” he hedged.

“You may need help,” she repeated, softly but with a core of strength intrinsic to her people and her character.

“I do not wish to involve you. I have come to warn you because I may not be able to come once they’re in the vicinity. I would not want to lead them here. And I don’t know how long they’ll stay.”

“You may need help,” she repeated herself a third time, and much as he didn’t want to acknowledge the implicit offer, it would border on a snub to dismiss it a third time. Dan gave her a pleading look. She didn’t flinch.

“...I may. But if it comes to that, it may be too late for me anyway.”

“If you lead them to the opening at the top, you need only push them in. If they fall into the water, my brethren will make short work of them, magick or no magick.”

The hunters’ magic could cost her brethren several lives, maybe dozens if they were as powerful as advertised. He didn’t say this. She knew. A threat to his forest implied a threat to her caves, to her river, to the sea her river flowed into. A canvassing entourage might even be planning that far ahead. Dan rather hoped not.

He let out a heavy breath, reluctant acquiescence. “I promise I shall only consider it as the very last resort,” he vowed.

Klavdiya inclined into an awkward bow, respect shown for respect due. “You need not vow so, our offer was freely made. But it is appreciated.” She would not have offered so to someone else. She would not have offered if she didn’t know he’d never ask it of them. That is why she offered. That, and her people. Their domain. Their home. They would rather all die defending it than surrender one lone inch of it. They’d already lost so many. Humans had always been particularly brutal to her kind, and it had only got so much worse in the last decade...

“My respects to you and yours. May our alliance endure the hurdles to come, and may no threat disturb the peace and quiet of our lands and rivers.” The formal words closed the formal encounter, and he waited to see what Klavdiya would do next.

“Our respects, forest child. Should you need our power, we shall be here.”

Dan did another ‘rusalka bow’, as he’d come to call them when he’d first learnt them as a child, arms entwined and pressed to his chest, a show of respect and trust to the people whose domain he had been allowed to step into. He remembered his Papa explaining the significance of the tangled arms - a deliberate blunting of one of their best weapons; the position of their feet - as deep as they could go into the water without endangering or maiming themselves - and the revealing of their nature by calling forth the forest to reshape their lower limbs into their inhuman form - proof of identity, of membership, of allegiance. He had tried to copy the delicate movements that flowed so effortlessly from his Papa, but he’d only managed a clumsy imitation that first time. They’d practised later, back at home, at little Dan’s insistence. He’d been five then.

Now, the movements were well-practised, his limbs folding gracefully and his stance never wavering. Klavdiya rose from her own bow and made a swirly movement with her arms to dismiss her companions. They’d stay close, keep an eye on them, he knew, but they didn’t argue; just submerged themselves into the water and disappeared from view.

Klavdiya swam close, movements careful so as to display her goodwill. A rusalka swimming at natural speeds would read to any creature as a threat on an instinctual level, no matter how firm an ally they knew them to be. Dan flexed his feet, one after the other, smoothing rough bark back into soft pale flesh, and took three steps back so that he could sit on the edge of the water, letting his human-looking feet rest comfortably in the shallows.

“Did you find anything else?” Klavdiya asked once she was within reach. Not that they’d reach out to touch each other. Neither one particularly cared to, and if they did there’d be angry and protective rusalki to answer to.

Dan shook his head, allowing his expression to display his worry fully. He’d only heard rumours, some snippets of conversations overheard and some freely offered. But he’d heard tales of less fortunate lands, heard enough - too much, really - of the horrors perpetrated by more zealous bands of humans in the plains to the east, the scope of the bloodshed in the mountain villages of the south, the atrocities committed in the name of ‘humanity’. He’d never been an optimist, but the current political climate was beyond anything he could have feared. It made surviving a burden, sometimes.

He missed his Papa like a cracked rib, the pain sharp and present with every breath he took, and he sometimes thought that if it wasn’t for the chance to help others, to help even a few of the poor lost souls that were being mercilessly hunted as far and wide as he managed to get news from, then he might have given up long ago. The future felt so bleak. And he was so tired.

But he was the last bastion between the misguided and cruel and the haven that was his forest, strategically tucked away into its roots, emboldened and favoured by Her, her child, and he couldn’t abandon Her any more than he could abandon those in need that were desperate enough to venture inside into her welcoming folds, and there had been quite a few of those in recent years. These were desperate times, after all.

Some, however, like the rusalki, hadn’t ventured in looking for an escape, but rather they were a part of it from times immemorial.

Well, the rusalki were neighbours to it, technically. They had their own domain in the pools of the caves entrenched within the forest, and in the river that flowed through them, connecting them to the deeper, wider sea. But they belonged there, they had been there for millennia, and for all their danger they felt to Dan like a respite, a comfort, a steady bulwark that refused to be moved, refused to be challenged, refused to be cowed.

So many peoples had folded, some in fear, some in indifference, a few in a strategic bid that meant to win them the realm in the long run. But not the rusalki, steadfast and unyielding as ever, and not Dan either. Unlike them, he lacked the strength of numbers, however. He only had the forest. The forest and his human parents, who had no command of magick, his human parents who couldn’t fight, and who still now carried the bleeding wound of the forced separation with their hearts’ partner, patched up but still raw, still tearing at them, still ravaging their will and their courage. Dan sometimes thought that they suffered his Papa’s absence even more keenly than him.

His talk with Klavdiya was short, as their chats usually were, but he was pleased to see her bare her teeth once again when he showed her the token he’d brought for her. He knew to be careful with gifts, but rocks from his forest, imbued with the moon’s energy and the earth’s vitality, were quite straightforward as presents from one ally to another, and useful enough not to raise any hackles from the more suspicious of her brethren.

The sun was getting low, however, and soon they had no more information to exchange, not even of the personal leisurely sort, so he bid his goodbyes and left with the promise to visit again once the danger was past them. He’d keep to his next scheduled visit if the hunters were gone by then, and only make another surprise visit if he felt like he must, if circumstances changed.

Hopefully, that wouldn’t be necessary.

By the time he’d climbed back to the surface and out through the tricky mouth of the cave, the sky was a deep orange. He could walk through the forest deaf and blind if he had to, of course, so navigating it by night under the watchful light of the stars would be no hardship for him.

But he was getting hungry and he hadn’t forgotten the qurabiya nestled carefully inside his pack. He’d make a simple dinner and enjoy one for dessert. It shouldn’t take long for him to get to his cottage.

He’d make in an early night. He had plans early the next day.

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Vegan Middle Eastern Sugar Cookies (Qurabiya) - 

Whether you leave a tray of these qurabiya out for Santa—don’t forget the almond milk—or bake up a batch for your next holiday cookie swap, these melt-in-your mouth morsels are sure to be a hit!

Ingredients:

-½ cup vegan butter*

-¼ cup walnut oil*

- ⅔ cup powdered sugar

- pinch of salt

-1 tsp baking powder

-2-3 cups flour (gluten-free or all-purpose)

- pine nuts

Directions:

preheat oven to 350F (180C)

cream the butter, either using an electric mixer or by hand.

add oil and cream again.

sift in powdered sugar.

cream again.

mix salt and baking powder into two cups of flour.

slowly incorporate the flour mixture into your butter-sugar mix, beating as you add.

when the dough starts to get crumbly, start working it with your hands. Add more dough if needed. You may need up to 3 cups.

roll the dough out onto a floured surface and cut into shapes. I used a shot glass and rolled mine out fairly thin, but, you do you.

place cookies on a parchment-lined tray.

press a pine nut into the top of each.

since I prefer my cookies thin and small, I baked for eight minutes and got about 35 qurabiya out of my batch. Take your cookies out of the oven when they’re juuuuust turning colour.

after they cool, dust generously with powdered sugar.

* If you live in a land where vegan butter is available to you, please buy it, but I don’t, so I used this recipe for vegan butter: http://www.veganbaking.net/recipes/fats/vegan-butters/vegan-butter

* Hazelnut oil would also work nicely here.

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🖊+Seiun [ pLEASE TELL ME EVERYTHING I LOVE HIM- ]

HGBFHGFD AIGHT HERE’S UR INFO DUMP BOUT STAR BOY

-has an alright fam??? like his parents are a bit distant (they’re both really popular fortune tellers so they don’t have much free time) but they still check up on him when they have the time. they rly do love him, and rly rly wish they had more time to spend with their son. seiun knows this, cares about them just as much, and looks forward to any time he gets to spend speaking to or being with his parents, no matter how little.

-he lives in an apartment not too far from HPA, along with nijiko and dekai. he used to live at his older cousin’s house (i’ll get to her info….sometime), but once he got rly close to those two, he ended up moving in with them.

-seiun has a PHENOMENAL singing voice. it’s very clear and soft, and he tends to sing or hum to himself while just walking around. actually full-on singing, tho, not many people have witnessed.

-seiun’s room has dark blue walls, and is fairly simple looking furniture and decor wise, barring the giant star curtains he has hung across the ceiling. he also has a large bookcase near his bed, obviously full of astrology books, but also with some general fantasy stuff in there too. he rly likes those kinds of books.

-TOTAL night owl here, obviously. he has a window with a bench seat thing, and he sometimes likes to just relax there and stargaze from inside his room. as a result, though, he’s….definitely not a morning person. takes him a while to fully wake up.

-has this lil speaker on his nightstand that’s p much always playing some sorta slow classical music on low volume. he likes to have some form of noise at all times; silence makes him kinda antsy.

-fav food is qurabiya (of all kinds), but he’s rly a sucker for any sorta shortbread biscuit/cookie.

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Hey Turkey, are you a sweet-tooth?

Mesir Macuno [Mesir Paste] is a Turkish paste, originally used for Medicinal Purposes, that has a whole folktale and festival dedicated to the spread! Originally a very spicy spread, today you’ll find the delicacy to be sweet and pepper-minty considering the fact that it’s made with 41 different spices and plants. The story goes as Suleiman The Magnificent’s mother, Ayşe Hafsa Sultan, became untreatably ill when his father Selim I died. Suleiman, determined to save his mother, contacted Merkez Muslihiddin Efendi to make her a medicinal paste to try and save her from death. Fortunately, it worked and the 22 of March became the holiday. Typically, the festival can stretch March 21st to the 24th, but the festival mostly stands to serve as a celebration for the beginning of spring. 

Tea in Turkey, also, is typically sweet and bitter with many fruits added to the black tea blend. Of course, to drink it, you dilute the tea with hot water, so it evens out and tastes great! This is why you typically will not see Turkish tea with milk added to it! Milk sours in citrus fruit blend teas and is unenjoyable, so, Turkish tea is enjoyed in small sweet doses with pastries like Baklava or Qurabiya. It’s also prepared in a special teapot that boils hot water and tea water separately on top of one another. 

Dried fruits, most notably Dried Figs, Dried Apricots, and Dried Dates, are also a popular snack accompanied with nuts [Walnut or Pistachio usually] or [goat] cheeses. There are so many different Turkish Sweets! I can’t possibly name them all. I do know the most popular treats from turkey are the familiar Turkish Delights and Turkish Taffy, but, I wanted to share a little more than just the typical deserts. Some others can be Lokma, Kerhane Tatlısı, Maraş Ice Cream, Halva, Tavuk Göğsü, Sweet Macun…… and I’m only brushing the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Turkish sweets… Most, of course, are street foods and are not for everyday consumption… but can you blame Sadiq for giving into temptation every now and then?

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在外觀大變樣的背後 Android 10 還有什麼值得注意的地方？

作為 Android 的第十個版本，Android 10 的名稱變化和 Android logo 的設計改動，似乎並沒有那麼簡單。一方面新的命名方式具有包容性，容易讓更多的人接受。另一方面，Android 10 本身也是一次重大的升級。

在外觀大變樣的背後，Android 10 還有什麼值得注意的地方？

甜品用完了，新系統叫 Android 10

從Android 1.6 版本的Cupcake（紙杯蛋糕）開始，Android 在每次進行重大版本升級時，都會以一個甜品進行命名，Android Lollipop（棒棒糖）、Android Marshmallow（棉花糖）、Android Nougat（牛軋糖）……Google 曾經解釋過這樣做的原因：因為Android 設備會使生活變得甜蜜，所以我們會對Android 的每個版本以甜品來命名。

每次在新代號發布之前，網友們也熱衷於去猜測，Google 會使用哪一種甜品作為新系統的代號。比較尷尬的是，以 Q 開頭的甜品實在是太少。外國網友選出了Qurabiya（杏仁鬆餅）、Quindim（巴西椰蓉糕）、Qottab（伊朗傳統蛋糕），中國網友表示不如就叫QQ 糖…… 但它們都不是那種常見的甜品，很難讓所有人都接受。

Google 將新系統命名為 Android 10，也是出於這個原因。 Google 在官方博客中提到，以甜品命名的方式雖然很有趣，但並不是每個人都能理解其中的意思。在一些語言的發音中，L 和 R 是不分的，如果不熟悉 Android 的命名規則，很難區分版本之間的區別。有些甜點也並不是在所有地方都受歡迎。

考慮到 Google 迎接下一個十億用戶的夢想，這樣的改變也是理所當然。雖然數字命名很無趣，但它體現了 Android 的開放精神，能讓更多人接受。

Android 機器人變成深綠色，還成為了 logo 的一部分

另一個變化是對 Android logo 進行重新設計。原本的 logo 是綠色的 Android 文字，新的 logo 把文字變成了黑色，還把 Android 機器人加入，變成了 logo 的一部分。這樣的改動也是為了“面向所有人”，對於一些視覺障礙者來說，綠色並不容易識別。新的 Android logo 使用黑色文字，Android 機器人也變為了顏色更深的綠色。

Android 10 有哪些重要的新功能？

Android 10 的變化不僅體現在名稱上，系統本身也是一次重大的升級。 Android 10 將默認的導航方式改成了“手勢導航”，體驗與 iOS 類似。上滑回到桌面，上滑懸停進入應用後台，左右邊緣滑動返回，導航條滑動切換後台應用。

Android 10 也終於支持全局的黑暗模式了（深色主題背景）。系統和自帶應用的適配比較完善，第三方應用的適配可能要等正式版發布之後才會陸續跟上。

Android 10 中對通知管理進行了優化。將權限設為“優先”，通知會發出提示音，並顯示在下拉通知欄、狀態欄以及鎖定屏幕中。設為“無聲”，通知會一律靜音，並顯示在下拉通知欄和狀態中。 Android 10 還進一步加入了“自適應通知”的功能，它能自動將低優先級的通知設為無聲通知模式，同時在通知中提供跳轉建議。

其實在 Android 10 之前，Android 的命名就是數字和字母同步進行的。改名並不會影響 Google 內部使用字母作為代號，只是我們再也無法得知它背後代表的是哪種甜品了。

目前 Android 10 已經推出 Beta 6，這也是最後一個測試版本。預期不久的將來，我們就能與正式版的 Android 10 見面。

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from 在外觀大變樣的背後 Android 10 還有什麼值得注意的地方？ via KKNEWS

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Android Q甜点名称把谷歌难住了 高层坦言很难确定

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从2009年开始，每一代Android版本代号都是甜点，并且已经成为固定惯例，因此新一代Android Q版本代号也将会是某一种甜点。

但问题在于以Q字母为首的甜点非常稀有，不仅外界很难猜测会是哪一种甜点，就连谷歌也坦承Android Q的甜点名称真的很难想。

5月13日消息，据外媒报道，Google Play产品副总裁Sameer Samat在接受采访时表示，他们对于Android Q的甜点名称非常兴奋，但同时也坦诚以Q为首的甜点名称真的很难想到，谷歌正在努力寻找适当的名称。

虽然确实有以Q字母为首的甜点，比如Queen of Puddings（布丁女王）、Qurabiya（杏仁饼干）、Queijadas（奶酪蛋糕）等等，但是相较于其它字母来说数量较少，而且从知名度上来看上述甜点也不像其它版本（Nougat、Oreo、Pie）…

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Android Q: Cheat sheet - TechRepublic

http://tinyurl.com/y3ceabbc Android Q’s options will remodel some telephones into extra user-friendly, customizable, and safe environments. Here is what builders, companies, and customers must learn about Google’s Android 10.0. Android Q: Cheat sheet Google’s Android Q gives various upgrades that may remodel your telephone into an much more user-friendly and customizable surroundings. Here is what builders, companies, and customers must learn about Android 10.0. Android continues to be essentially the most widely-used platform across the globe. With a market share that hasn’t shifted a lot because the final iteration (roughly 81.7% across the launch of Android Pie ), Google has a robust grip on the mobile sector. With the discharge of Android 10 (aka Android Q), customers will get a great mix of latest options and a sharpening of beforehand launched options. A few of Android Q’s new options will likely be eye-opening and will go a protracted solution to cement the platform on the prime of the cellular area. Learn this Android Q cheat sheet to rise up to hurry on Google’s subsequent OS. We’ll replace this useful resource periodically when there’s new details about Android Q. SEE: How to build a successful developer career (free PDF) (TechRepublic) What’s Android Q? Android Q (aka Android 10.0) would be the subsequent Android OS launched from Google. For the reason that preliminary launch of Android, Google has used names of varied desserts for the platform. These are the names that Google has used for Android variations. (Earlier than its launch, Android 1.1 was known as Petit 4 internally.) Android 1.5: Android Cupcake Android 1.6: Android Donut Android 2.0 – 2.1: Android Eclair Android 2.2 – 2.2.3: Android Froyo Android 2.3 – 2.3.7: Android Gingerbread Android 3.0 – 3.2.6: Android Honeycomb Android 4.0 – 4.0.4: Android Ice Cream Sandwich Android 4.1 – 4.3.1: Android Jelly Bean Android 4.4 – 4.4.4: Android KitKat Android 5.0 – 5.1.1: Android Lollipop Android 6.0 – 6.0.1: Android Marshmallow Android 7.0 – 7.1.2: Android Nougat Android: 8.0 – 8.1: Android Oreo Android: 9.0: Android Pie Now we arrive at Android 10 (Android Q). In the intervening time, we do not know what this launch will likely be known as; nevertheless, there have been loads of concepts circulating, together with: Android Quiche Android Fast Android High quality Avenue Android Quesito Android Quindom Android Qottab Android Queijadas Android Qurabiya Sameer Samet, Google’s Vice President of Product Administration for Android and Play, stated “We’re tremendous excited concerning the desserts….On the identical time, Q is a tough letter. However we’re it.” Extra assets: What new options include Android Q? Android Q has various thrilling options. A number of the new options will go a protracted solution to setting Android other than all different platforms, whereas others lastly carry the working system as much as par with others. Totally Gestural Navigation The largest change to the working system is the navigation management, which is much extra environment friendly than earlier strategies, particularly when utilizing a tool with one hand. Gesture navigation was launched in Android Pie, although what was dropped at the desk appeared like a bridge to one thing even higher. That one thing higher is Totally Gestural Navigation. This opt-in function (customers can select to go the old-school three-button methodology, the two-button methodology in Android Pie, or the brand new “no-button” methodology in Android Q) depends strictly on gestures for navigating the interface. The brand new navigation contains the next: Elimination of the Residence and Again buttons. Swipe up from the place the Residence button was to return to the house display screen. Swipe up from mid-screen to open the app drawer. Swipe right down to open the Notification Display. Brief swipe from both the left or proper fringe of the display screen to return. Brief swipe up (from the search bar) and launch to open the app checklist. SEE: All of TechRepublic’s cheat sheets and smart person’s guides (TechRepublic) New notification management function Notification management (Determine A) is getting a brand new function. With the lengthy press of an app alert within the Notification Shade, you possibly can choose Interruptive Reminders or Mild Reminders. Interruptive Reminders: Alerts will seem within the Notification Shade and the Lock Display. Mild Reminders: Alerts will solely seem within the Notification Shade. Determine A Lengthy urgent an alert means that you can configure the way it will behave. So, should you’re anxious concerning the delicate data of alerts from sure apps making it to the Lock Display, you now have management over which apps can show stated knowledge as an alternative of the function being On or Off. Darkish Theme From the workplace of “What took you so lengthy” comes the highly-anticipated Darkish Theme. When enabled, your complete Android interface will tackle a darker colour (Determine B). Determine B The Android Darkish Theme in motion Why is that this essential? Two causes: Battery life and eye pressure. Battery life: With the darkish interface, your show could have a much less taxing impact in your battery. Eye pressure: With the darkish interface enabled, you possibly can work along with your system for longer durations, with out affected by eye pressure, particularly when utilizing the system in darkish or dimmer environments. Reside Caption One other new function coming to Android Q is Reside Caption, which is able to robotically add subtitles to movies, podcasts, and audio messages. These captions are in actual time and system-wide so they don’t seem to be restricted to particular functions. The Reside Caption textual content field may be resized and moved across the display screen. Reside Caption won’t solely be useful for customers who discover themselves in conditions the place audio is not an possibility, however what’s much more essential is Reside Caption will likely be a boon to the listening to impaired. 5G appropriate Android Q will likely be 5G appropriate. Meaning as quickly because the infrastructure is rolled out, Android 10 will likely be able to make use of the brand new expertise. Undertaking Mainline Google is introducing Undertaking Mainline. With this new function, safety patches will likely be robotically pushed to telephones by the Google Play Retailer (in the identical manner apps are up to date). Updates are run within the background and loaded in the course of the subsequent time a tool is rebooted. Extra assets: What enhancements are in Android Q? Enlargement of Sensible Reply One Android function that is getting some much-needed polish by means of enlargement is Sensible Reply, which makes use of machine learning to anticipate what you may say in reply to a message. Though the function was out there in Android P, it was restricted to Google-only apps. With the discharge of Android Q, Sensible Reply is now constructed into the notification system, so any messaging app can recommend replies in notifications. Sensible Reply additionally makes use of AI to foretell your subsequent motion. For instance, if somebody texts you an handle, you possibly can faucet that handle to open it in Google Maps. Privateness options for Google Maps Talking of Google Maps, the app/service will likely be getting some privacy-specific options. One function is Incognito Mode. This mode will allow customers to seek for and navigate to places with out knowledge being saved to or linked again to a Google account. Digital Wellbeing’s Focus Mode Google’s Digital Wellbeing will get a brand new function known as Focus Mode that permits customers to pick sure apps they need to keep away from throughout a time frame. In the course of the chosen interval, these apps will likely be grayed out and their notifications hidden from view. Gender Inclusive emoji  For many who like to make use of emoji, Google will carry gender nonconforming emoji to Android 10. Referred to as Gender Inclusive, there will likely be 53 such emojis added to the platform. Extra user-friendly App Permissions App Permissions could have a way more user-friendly method. As an alternative of the app providing little greater than ON/OFF sliders for every app inside a service (corresponding to physique sensors, calendar, name logs, digital camera, and so forth.), the brand new format makes it very clear what apps have permission for a selected service and retains the simplicity of permitting or denying an app permission to entry any given service (Determine C). Determine C Per service permissions can now be configured. Extra assets: What safety features are in Android Q? There are just a few Android Q options that focus totally on safety. The primary function is known as Scoped Storage. So as to give customers extra management over their recordsdata, in addition to restrict file muddle, Android Q adjustments how all apps entry recordsdata discovered inside exterior storage. To make this safer, all apps on Android Q are given a sandboxed view into the exterior space for storing. Android Q additionally offers customers extra management over when apps are in a position to entry system location data (Determine D). Determine D Customers can outline when an app has entry to location data. Customers will be capable to configure if an app has entry to location data both whereas in use (foreground solely) or on a regular basis (foreground and background). In different phrases, should you go for foreground solely, when an app is not in use, it will not have entry to location data. Interruptions will turn into fewer with Android Q, due to new restrictions to background exercise begins. By proscribing when an app can begin actions, it won’t solely reduce interruptions for customers, it would additionally enable customers to regulate what’s proven on the system show. One new addition that ought to go a good distance for system safety is that Android Q will now transmit randomized MAC addresses by default. Alongside those self same strains, an app will need to have READ_PRIVILEGED_PHONE_STATE privileged permissions with the intention to entry a tool’s non-resettable identifiers (corresponding to IMEI and serial quantity). So as to shield consumer privateness, handbook configuration of the Wi-Fi networks checklist will likely be restricted to system apps and system coverage controllers. If an app would not fall into a type of two classes, configuration of Wi-Fi networks won’t be allowed. Extra assets: How can builders begin utilizing Android Q? Android Q is within the beta Three launch. Anybody with a supported system can join the Android Beta program. At present, the next gadgets are supported. In case your system is supported, putting in Android Q is so simple as signing up for the beta program and choosing your system. Extra assets: When will Android Q be typically out there? There are six deliberate beta releases and, as of Could 2019, solely the primary three have been made out there. For most of the people, Android Q needs to be out there in late Q3 or early This autumn. All Pixel gadgets will obtain the replace first, adopted shortly by smaller distributors, corresponding to Important and OnePlus. Bigger distributors (with service tie-ins), corresponding to Samsung, will then obtain the replace. Extra assets: Cellular Enterprise Publication BYOD, wearables, IoT, cellular safety, distant assist, and the most recent telephones, tablets, and apps IT professionals must learn about are among the subjects we’ll handle. Delivered Tuesdays and Fridays Enroll immediately Enroll immediately Picture: Juan Garzon/CNET Source link