Archive for June, 2013

Feeling a bit lost…

A few years back, I found a college friend on Facebook and dropped him a line that it would be fun to get together for a drink and catch up. I received a short, abrupt response requesting that I never contact him again.

I wasn’t looking for anything besides a chat with an old friend,  so I was a bit hurt as what I assumed his assumption was; but I respected his wishes, and barely thought about him since.

Until yesterday…

I got an email from him, saying he was a “free” man and would like to take me up on the drinks offer.

My reply was what anyone would expect. I was shocked, hurt again, and unsure of how to take his invitation. Now that he was “free”, was he looking for action?
His wrote that he wasn’t looking for that. He just got out of a relationship with his ex-fiance, the mother of his child. She had apparently asked his to cut ties with people like me, to which he complied.

Still… weird.

I have plans to meet him this weekend for brunch.
I just don’t know what to expect.



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Summer Solstice!

Litha, or Midsummer, is a celebration that has been observed for centuries, in one form or another.

But…. why do they call it Midsummer? Isn’t it, um, the first day of summer?
That always perplexed me a bit.

Regardless, have a great Summer Solstice weekend. I’ll be dancing and making merry up in Brainerd. 🙂

I like to celebrate stuff by baking, and I haven’t posted a recipe in a while.
Have at it

Litha Loaf
1 1/4 cups warm water
1 envelope of yeast
2 Tbsp sugar
2 Tbsp softened oleo
1 1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp dried leaf thyme
2 3/4 cups plain flour

Sprinkle yeast over water in a large warm bowl (I still use the good old Pyrex yellow); stir till dissolved. Add oleo, sugar, salt, thyme, and half of the flour. Beat on medium mixer speed 2 minutes or 150 strokes by hand; scrape bowl often. Beat in rest of the flour with a spoon till smooth. Scrape down sides. Cover; let rise till double, about 1 hour. Beat down with 25 strokes. Turn into greased bread tin or 1 1/2-qt casserole. Bake l hr 10 min at 175°C. Brush top of hot loaf with melted oleo (I just rub a stick over it).

Sabbat Honey Cake
½ cup butter
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 cup honey
½ teaspoon salt
1 egg, well beaten
½ teaspoon cinnamon
2 cups of flour, sifted
½ cup buttermilk

1 cup powdered (10x) sugar
1 tablespoon of melted butter
1 ½ tablespoons of milk, slightly warmed
½ teaspoons of honey, warmed slightly

In a mixing bowl on medium speed, cream butter until light.
On low speed, mix in honey and beaten egg.
In a separate bowl, sift together flour, baking soda, salt and cinnamon.
Add this dry mixture, alternating with some of the buttermilk, into the first bowl.
Blend everything together thoroughly then pour into a 9×13 baking pan that has been sprayed with non-stick spray.
Bake at 350 degrees for 45-55 minutes.
When done, allow cake to cool completely.

For frosting: blend powdered sugar, warm milk, melted butter and warm honey in a bowl. Spread over entire cooled cake.

Solstice Fruit Fizz
400g cherries
4 nectarines
250g strawberries
300ml lemonade
6 lemon balm leaves
A few cherries and strawberries, to serve
Ice cubes

Cut the nectarines and cherries in half and remove the pits. Cut any leaves and stalks off the strawberries, and wash all fruit thoroughly. Push through a juicer, then top with sparkling water or lemonade, and pour into a jug. Add a few ice cubes, the lemon balm leaves, and extra fresh fruits.

(recipes jacked from this website.)

Costume fun!

Coin Bra

Medallion Bra


I’m finishing up my costuming for this weekend – tweaking/refining the original coin bra and finishing up the medallion bra.
I wanted to create 2 different styles, and I feel like I achieved that.

The only thing left is to attach the pendant to the medallion bra. I have to solder a piece to the back before I can do that, and I doubt that will actually happen by Friday.  :/

Oh well. The other is done and that will work for the trip.

Oh, yeah, the trip!
KCDC is going to Brainerd, MN for ‘A Midsummer Night’s Tribal‘. Tasha will be teaching workshops and we’ll be dancing in THREE sets.
It’s going to be great!

I should have pictures and video soon after. Yay!

Preach it, sister.


A Facebook friend recently posted a link to this Blogspot post.

I shared the post, truly believing that this woman was doing something right and good for her sons.
One of my male friends was slightly offended because – and I will agree with him slightly – this mother is making it sound like if she does not intervene now, her sons WILL rape.

Now, I refuse to be one of those women who assumes that every man out there wants to have sex with me, forcibly or not.
I refuse to be a perpetual victim of fear.
Yes, there are plenty of men (and women, too) out there that would rape me. There are plenty of folks out there that would stand by and do nothing if they saw it happen.

But I refuse to cower in the house, to avoid going out to bars, to assume that every stranger is a danger.

I am a grown woman.

But this mom, you see, is a grown woman, too.
She knows that statistically speaking, 91% of rape victims are female. 99% of rapists are male. (US Census 2008)

My friend also brought up that he thought is strange that this woman would speak so directly to boys so young. My thoughts on this are that she’s not really addressing her ‘current’ sons, but rather the men they will become. She’s probably also not going to show them her blog post when they’re old enough to understand it. This blog (much like blogs for many of us) is a vent for her, a way to reflect on society and how it affects her and her family. And, I hate to say it, it is quite fashionable these days to write about rape culture in this kind of narrative.

You see, many parents want to think that they are raising their children to love and respect others. Specifically, mothers want their little boys to be strong men who don’t hurt women.
Not every mother gets that, regardless of how hard she tries.

Overall, I like what this woman wrote. It’s not a letter to her boys; it’s a promise.
She’s promising to teach them to love and respect.
She’s promising to be accountable for (some of) their adult behaviors.
She’s promising to love them….

And to kick their asses if they dare hurt another human being.

You go, Mom!