Month: December 2019

A New Yule Tradition–Day Four: Gastronomic Goodies

One of the best parts of being away from home for Yule is the distinct lack of the human female’s cooking.  Not that she can’t come up with usually-edible victuals, but by the crumbs in Volstagg’ beard, that woman cannot cook without making a horrific mess!  She never finishes meal preparation without the kitchen looking like Ragnarok has occurred. Not that I feel any particular guilt about skiving off without helping with the washing up, but I am weary unto death of manufacturing excuses not to.  Even I can run out of lies on occasion.

So, happy me and joyful Sigyn, we are sampling the very best this town has to offer by way of comestibles.

This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home.  This little piggy had roast beef…

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And the other two piggies were similarly made out of marzipan and I nommed them while no one was looking.

By Odin’s monocular vision!  Come here, Sigyn and look at this mold for cooking eggs!

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How’d you like that staring at you of a morning?  The pup is cute, too, and you’d get to eat the bacon that didn’t end up in the ears.  The idea is very clever, but I wonder if the actual results would be as perfect?  Never mind, though.   With my magic, I can make your morning eggs into any shape you please.

Oooo!  I have discovered the hoard of a lifetime!

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These may be gold or they may be chocolate–either way, I win!

Look, Sigyn!  They made a drink just for me!

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But I bet it’s false advertising.  I’ll wager my remaining uneaten chocolate gelt that it isn’t made with freshly-squeezed red pandas.

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All of this wandering around and tasting and snacking on bits and pieces of things is making me cross and a little hangry for a real meal.

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Yes, yes, Sigyn.  I see the chocolate “just for me.” Very funny.

Ah.  Sigyn has chosen where we shall have lunch today.

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That looks like a splendid place to have lunch.  And it appears they have two free seats at the counter.  I could certainly wrap myself around a waffle or two, and a mug of hot cider would hit the spot perfectly.

And someone else will be doing the dishes.

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A New Yule Tradition–Day Three: In Which Sigyn Runs Into the Usual Trouble

I am SO glad we decided to go on vacation this year.  It is six kinds of restful, this being away from the humans and the felines!  We are enjoying our cozy camper (last night I magicked up a ball pit and Sigyn had the best time, swimming around and giggling.)

Still, it wouldn’t be Yule if my beloved didn’t get a dose of glass somewhere, so today we have arranged to tour a glass factory.  I’m not quite sure what sort of glass objects they make.  Sigyn is hoping it’s glass paperweights, since those are her favorites.  I just hope it is not something yawn-inducing, like peteri dishes or those razor-edged rectangles of death that come in dollar store picture frames.

Great Frigga’s corset!  This bodes ill.  This is a candleholder factory, and Sigyn has a bad, bad record with these…

Well, this is not too bad.

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Ehehehe.  Peekaboo, indeed.  You cutie, you.

Uh, oh.  I knew it.

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Sigyn, my love, come out of there!  I’m sure the nice factory workers would really rather you not put nose smudgies on their wares.

Even if it is a very cute nose.

Aaargh!  Right from one predicament to another.

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I swear to Gungnir, I turn my back for one minute…

This hangy-dangle globe is going to take more than a little work to get you out of.  I’ve got to figure out what needs to happen first.  Does the globe lift off or twist?  Is there a way out of the bottom, or have we got to get you out of the top?  And how did you get in there in the first place?

Hang on, sweetie.  Loki’s coming.

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A New Yule Tradition–Day Two: To Market, To Market

We slept very well in our cozy little camper last night.  Of course, the fact that I conjured up a very soft and downy featherbed, a two-person bathtub, and a breakfast of crepes and fresh fruit just added to its charm.

So now we sally forth to see what delights this charming town has to offer.  It’s supposed to have a famous open-air market in the square, so that’s where we are headed first.

Sigyn is beside herself!  This farmer breeds an extraordinary sort of reindeer, one with a long and silky coat that he sells as fleeces or which his wife spins into yarn.

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They have brought one of the beasts with them and Sigyn is losing no time making friends.  I suspect we will be tarrying here for a while…

Look, Sigyn!  This next stall seems to carry a lot of merchandise that looks like your friend Muffy.

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Pick her out a nice souvenir and I will magically post it back to her. (I’m not trusting anything to Fed Up and Exhausted!)

Ehehehe!  I should have known!

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We may have been deprived of seeing glass in the museum, but if there are glass paperweights or snowglobes anywhere, you can be sure my beloved will find them!   That gingerbread fellow is almost as tall as you!

Oh, now isn’t that cute?

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Sigyn says this mug reminds her of the Terror Twins back home.  She wants to know if I miss them.  Sweetie, last night’s dinner was the first I’ve had without cat hair in months.  No, I don’t miss them.  But I do wonder if Taffy is still sleeping on the human female’s head, the way I’ve been teaching her?  (I don’t have to actually be present to annoy the human female!)

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A New Yule Tradition–Day One: A Place To Lay Our Heads

Longtime readers will recall that, in lieu of exchanging gifts, Sigyn and I often do something particularly fun for Yule. Typically, we sneak into one of the museums on campus and look at all the lovely glass. 

This year, we found the museum minus any exhibits–I think they must be changing things around.  Sigyn was crestfallen for a moment, until I suggested something completely different.  A Yule/New Year vacation!

So we have left the humans and the Terror Twins behind, and we have struck out on our own.  I have transported us to a lovely little village where we will sleep in and eat fun things and look at pretty scenery and not be bothered with the mortals at all.

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Sigyn is very excited.  She can’t decide what she wants to do first–take a cruise on the canal, go for a bike ride, or poke about in shops.

First, though, we should secure lodgings.  I didn’t wish to book online, as I wanted to have a look first.  My love, let us take a stroll and see what our options are.

Sigyn thinks this rustic little cabin is “quaint.”

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Dearest, I think we can do better than “quaint.”  Besides, those windows look a bit charred.  I suspect the snow is hiding some recent fire damage…

This place looks to be in better repair.  See?  That red-suited fellow is washing the windows and repointing the brickwork.

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But it’s tiny, and who knows what else need fixing in there?

Oh, this looks like a well-kept establishment!

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Smart paintwork and nice decorations, if a trifle overdone.  Looks like it’s composed of several adjoining town homes, like the hotel we stayed at in London.  Do you want to book a room now, my petal, or keep looking?

Sigyn wishes to keep looking.  She says she’ll know it when she sees it.  She wants something “cozy and unusual and festive.”  Very well, my love, onward!

(later)

She’s found it!

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It’s perfect, dearest!  I shall magic up our luggage forthwith!

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Now This is More Like It

I threw that horrific tofudibeest roast thingy in the human female’s shopping cart, knowing that she probably wouldn’t serve it for the Yule feast, but relishing the thrill of danger because there was always the chance that she’d call my bluff and serve up that abomination.

Fortunately, Sigyn and I may have been spared such a fate, for behold!  A Mysterious Package has arrived!

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“Perishable” on a box at the human female’s work usually means oozy, woozy microbes, but on a house package, it often means EDIBLES.  And if I remember correctly, the humans received a box from this vendor last year, and it had the most amazing ham in it–so this is very promising!

Insulated foam container.  Lots of green air pillows.

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Very, very promising!

Oh, Sigyn, look!  It’s a carnivore’s treasure trove!

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Is there ham?  Is there ham?

No?

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Well, pork chops and BACON are just as good!

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Mmmm. Canadian bacon, smoked beef, weiners, and summer sausage.

Farewell, tofurky!  New plan:  We warm this all up, have ourselves a proper gorge, and curl up in a carnivorous stupor.

This is shaping up into a very fine Yule indeed!

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Last Minute Preparations

The humans have left a lot of things rather too late this year.  The human female is just now doing the baking.  The kitchen is all asmear with shortening and egg and sugar. There is flour everywhere, and it smells of lemon and almonds.

If it was ginger and cinnamon, that would mean she is baking gingerbread.  If there were cranberries and smishsmashios, it would mean shortbread. But almond and lemon?  That can only mean one thing.

She has Spritzed out a veritable forest of trees!

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The blasted woman always rearranges them in neat columns of a dozen, so she can keep track of how many she makes.  Makes it harder for me to snitch one, dammit.  Just for that, mortal, you are going to be finding green sugar everywhere for weeks.

(a bit later)  The human female and male are now shopping for a few last minute items.  She likes plants so much I think one of these needs to go in the cart for the Yule feast.

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Mmmm. Processed wheat gluten, soybeans, and mycoproteins…

Sigyn and I, of course, shall be dining elsewhere.  (Far, far, away from anything that looks like that!)

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Another Party, More Food, Additional Enticing Table Decorations

Hugninn and Muninn’s downy pinfeathers!  Just how many Yule parties are the humans going to attend?!  Will this eating season never end?

Apparently not, for here the humans sit, once more among people they know and people they don’t. These festivities, however, are not a potluck and are being hosted at an actual restaurant.  The possibility, therefore, of green bean casserole is quite remote, and I would be surprised indeed if there were sugar cookies.

Sigyn is in high spirits tonight.  She’s playing pirate, sailing her dread black ship upon the treacherous Table Sea!

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Come down, my love.  Antipasti has been sighted.

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Mmm.  Cheese.  Olives. Various porcine meaty things.  And what is the other green thing?

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Ah. Grilled zucchini.  I might be persuaded to try it, since it’s green.

Sigyn is interested in the olive.  I’m considering this fat-laden, yet undoubtedly delicious, piebald slice.

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Mmmm.  Piggy and salty….

There is a choice of meals tonight.  Sigyn and I are poised to enjoy this luscious plate of chicken piccata.

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Sigyn is a bit dubious about the green things…  My love, the human female says that they are capers.  “Capers” sounds like “mischief,” so I think I will probably like them.

The table decorations are glass enclosures full of colorful baubles.  Sigyn really wants to get inside and is looking for the latch…

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No, Sweetie!  STOP!

It’s simple physics, my love.  If you open that door, all the baubles will tumble out, flatten you, roll everywhere, and probably smash.  Please!  Please don’t!

I have to watch her every minute!

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