Walnut fake phat fudge

Dec. 11th, 2016 09:44 am
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To explain, here's the original "Phat Fudge" recipe, from its creator. Basically designed as high-fat low-carb nutrient-rich tastiness.

Thus my different variations live in a file named "fake phat fudge". This makes sense in my head.

My favourite version so far:

1/2 cup coconut oil
1/2 cup black sesame tahini (a bit harder to find than the regular kind but really nice, you can get it online if you can't find it in a health food shop)
50g chopped walnuts
2 tbsp unsweetened cocoa powder
1 tbsp instant coffee (optional), crushed fairly fine
1/4 tsp coarse sea salt, ditto
1/8 to 1/4 tsp cayenne, depending on how much kick you want
2 tsp honey

All optional:

1 or 2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp ginger
1/2 tsp turmeric

Melt the coconut oil in a bain marie (or saucepan in a bigger saucepan of boiling water), then stir in the tahini, then everything else.

Pour it into a shallow baking tray of some kind (lined with foil or silicone parchment or whatever) to cool, then stick it in the fridge. Once it's fairly firm, slice it into little squares.

Daily Happiness

Dec. 11th, 2016 01:28 am
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1. I slept in, but also woke up early enough that I could sit around for a bit and have breakfast and internet before going to work, which is the best combination.

2. Carla mentioned having grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup the other day which made me really want that, too, but I had everything in the house except anything to put my cheese on, so today I stopped at the store after work and got tortillas and had quesadillas and tomato soup, which is, IMO, even better than the toast version, because although I like grilled cheese sandwiches, I like quesadillas better and also they're easier to get melty without burning them.

3. Look at this shy Chloe.

Three Omens

Dec. 11th, 2016 12:30 am
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Posted by Dave Hingsburger

Well, that wasn't planned.

The whole day was organized, to the minute, but when they say "shit happens" they ain't far wrong. We were at the hairdressers where Ruby and Sadie and their Mom were getting their hair done. We dropped in to visit but there was a special reason we were there, Ruby had decided, long ago, to grow her hair and then have it cut off and donated to a charity that made free wigs for kids going through treatment for cancer.

The day didn't auger well. There were three omens. First, the elevator was broken down necessitating a ride round to a kind of weird entrance that's never comfortable to use. Second, when going around to that entrance we found that you could not longer open the door because the handle was gone and it was solidly locked. We went round and told security. Third when Joe opened the door for me, he had stayed and gone in so he could do just that, he told me that it was going to be tough getting in because the disabled alternate entrance was blocked full of stuff. And he wasn't kidding. It was hard to get through.

I think that's when it happened, but I'm not certain.

We got up to the salon and everyone was figuring out what kind of hairstyle Ruby would have after the donation was made. I parked off to the side and simply joined in from afar with opinions and ideas. It was fun. Then I tried to drive over to see something more closely and I thought I'd run over something or that there was a barrier on the floor.


My tire was dead!


The day crumbled before our eyes.

Joe came and got the scooter we use as a back up. I still thank that woman who wanted her scooter gifted to a fellow fatty because it's been a life saver several times now. The battery hadn't been charged for a year but Joe had got it over and we hoped it would get me back. Mike, the kids dad, offered to help push my power chair back home. It was a bit difficult to detach the wheels so this could be done. We've not ever done that for the 7 years I've had the chair. But it was done and the three of us left the womenfolk and got the power chair and me home.

Now, we've had to rearrange all the furniture to make things fit. I'm writing this while waiting to see everyone fresh from the hairdressers.

I have time to do this now because the rest of the day, see it over there, the plans and activities lay in complete disarray.
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My roommates have been making their way through the middle three Star Trek series (they're not watching ENT like sensible people and I can't convince them to watch TOS, like highly illogical people), and the penny has finally dropped for me that DS9 is in many ways (particularly in the first three seasons) playing off B5, while VOY is playing off Farscape. Or rather, both VOY and Farscape are dealing with very similar setups and issues, but Farscape explicitly goes about dealing with masculinity in a way that VOY just…doesn't, in the initial seasons. Masculinity and its fragility are consistent problems on Voyager, and Janeway and Torres (and to a lesser extent Kes and even Seska) are consistently forced to deal with the problems they cause, but VOY doesn't really do anything about them the way Farscape does; the Star Trek show treats the symptoms rather than the root causes.

In so many ways I'm glad they made DS9 when they did, because they could never make it now, but for VOY it's just the opposite, and I really wish it had been made in this era rather than 20 years ago.


Dec. 10th, 2016 01:18 pm
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I dreamed I was hurtling through ever-expanding space, alone. At the beginning, whenever I saw something wonderful, I'd say "Wow." But eventually I stopped saying anything.

I think the dream came from listening to Splendor and Misery. I didn't have a cargo/passenger/captain though, not even one in cold sleep.

Also, yesterday I read this horoscope
Scorpio (October 23-November 21)
Five of my Scorpio acquaintances and 17 of my Scorpio readers have let me know that they're actively seeking to make new alliances and strengthen their existing alliances. Does this mean that Scorpios everywhere are engaged in similar quests? I hope so. I would love to see you expand your network of like-minded souls. I would love for you to be ardent about recruiting more help and support. Happily, the current astrological omens favor such efforts. Hot tip: For best results, be receptive, inviting, and forthright.

and pulled this card: The Hermit: Withdrawal from events and relationship to introspect and gather strength. Seeking the inner voice or calling upon vision from within. A need of understanding and advice, or a wise man who will offer knowing guidance. Personal experience and thoughtful temperance.

Danger on the Bus

Dec. 10th, 2016 09:03 am
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Posted by Dave Hingsburger

We were successfully on the bus. I had had the sole responsibility for getting the kids up, dressed, fed, and on the bus on time for our trip to see Joe sing in the church choir. We worked together as a well oiled machine. I was strapped down up front and the girls were asked to sit in the two back seats as we were picking up another wheelchair user who would require the back entrance to the bus. The girls understood that they were making room, they know about respecting the space that people need, and took their seats.

We picked up a lovely woman, fresh out of church, who chatted with us for a few blocks and then she waved a goodbye as she got off at home. We made another stop, this time picking up a mother and son, also on their way to church. She spoke briefly to me and introduced her son saying, "He can't say nothing, so don't expect conversation." She laughed as if she'd made a joke. Then she sat right at the back, near the girls.

Once the bus started I heard her whispering to both Ruby and Sadie, I said, loudly and clearly, "Please speak up, don't whisper to the kids." She stopped for a second, then started whispering again, this time more quickly. Again I said, "Speak up, don't whisper to the girls." I had almost said their names but realized that I didn't want her knowing them. She whispered again, after another brief stop, but louder this time because of the noise of the bus. I heard the word "website" and now was frantic for her to shut up. I didn't want her talking to Ruby and Sadie about any "website" to visit. She made noise as she looked through her purse for a card to give to the girls, presumably with the website on it. I said, "Stop!" But she didn't. The card was passed to Ruby.

We were at our stop now and Ruby and Sadie sprang from their seats and headed to the door at the front. I asked Ruby as she passed me if she had the card the woman had given her, she nodded and handed it to me. I asked if Sadie had a card too, she said 'No' and I suggested that she shouldn't visit websites that strangers suggest without an adult looking at them. She and Sadie nodded but the conversation was stalling them from what they wanted to to do, which was, get off the bus.

I got off as well and stopped to look at the card. It was from a religious group that is known for publicly proselytizing. I don't adhere to many of their beliefs, but respect their right to believe whatever they wish. I even respect those who stand on the street and thereby publicly identifying their faith.But faith that's whispered in the back of buses to children against the wish of their supervising adult, that I don't respect.

I respect you, you need to respect me.

Of course I wrote to the bus company about my concerns but was told that this is not an issue they can deal with in any meaningful way. I suspected that would be the case but felt that I needed to alert them in any case.

We've all talked about this and about how both kids could have spoken up when they first felt uncomfortable with the woman's whispers. But they, like many kids, identify stranger danger as being a male phenomenon, not a nice, old woman on a bus where they have always felt safe before.

But danger has many faces.

Danger doesn't have a single gender.

Danger isn't any particular age.

And for me, I know that next time, there will be two other voices protesting. That means the job is nearly done.

Support #NoDAPL through #DeFundDAPL

Dec. 10th, 2016 09:06 am
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DeFundDAPL aims to put pressure on the banks financing the Dakota Access Pipeline by asking people to:

The full list of banks is:
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#DeFundDAPL has provided contact details for the banks (and, in many cases, the name of the CEO).

Daily Happiness

Dec. 10th, 2016 01:17 am
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1. I get to sleep in tomorrow! And the day after! And the day after that!

2. Everybody's getting sick at work again, but so far not me. *crosses fingers* I did feel like I might be coming down with something the other day, but nothing ever came of it.

3. Molly was so sweet tonight. She was up on my desk demanding pets and just being so cute, and after I'd been petting her a lot, I picked her up and she let me continue petting her for several minutes while I held her. (She usually does not want to be held at all.)

Several things make a post

Dec. 10th, 2016 01:54 am
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I'm currently stuck in that thing where my body keeps insisting I fall asleep on the spot. This wouldn't be so much of a problem if I was getting 8 hours as a result, but it's been more like 4 or 5, or even 1 or 2, and that's just not enough. Worse, it means I'm tired enough any activity is triggering the fall asleep on the spot thing.

It's a good thing I'm off to spend Christmas and New Year with the family on Wednesday, as that will probably break the cycle. I haven't quite decided what I'm doing about internet while I'm up in Durham, it may just be intermittent access whenever I pop over to my sister's, or if I can find my MIFI hub I may buy a SIM and hope it lasts longer than the 2 hours of the one I bought last Christmas.

On the plus side, two years ago today I was being rushed through A&E with acute pancreatitis, so at least I'm doing better than that.

I spent 5 hours running errands today, and I think my body hates me for it. It wasn't meant to be 5 hours and it started quite well, I whipped through the stuff with my banks in Chatham - there was a really helpful guy on their helpdesk who did everything for me on the spot rather than sending me off to the teller windows, which made things much simpler. OTOH the Coastguard SAR helicopter was overhead and searching the river, which was a bit grim. But then I went to Rochester and it was full. I literally could not find a space to park at lunchtime. Presumably that was down to the Christmas Market in the Castle, but I couldn't park so I never got to find out. I went off and did some grocery shopping instead - okay some booze shopping, the bar is bare - and tried again at 3:30. Even then I only just managed to find a space, but at least I managed to get my repeat prescription (the one my GP forgot to do on Tuesday) and finally picked up my train tickets for the trip to Durham. God help anyone trying to park tomorrow if it was like this today.

So I came in and fell asleep. For 6 hours.

I hit a milestone on the car while I was out - 20k miles on the clock.

Since 2001.

And no, that isn't missing a zero

One of my friends was complaining on FB this morning that they'd just had an email about a delivery that excluded any useful information whatsoever about what was being delivered and who it was from. I'd no sooner commented on that than I found a card through my door from the post office. They have a parcel for me, with inadequate postage on it (fortunately only £2), and I need to pay up to get it. Of course there's no indication whatsoever of what the parcel is and who it's from.

I suspect it's the stuff I ordered from the States. In May.

I knew I was ordering in advance, I just didn't realise how much in advance. As soon as they indicated they'd started shipping a few days ago, it's been a nightmare as to whether it would arrive before I disappear North, because I'm away for longer than the post office hold onto parcels before sending them back. The postage is already extortionate, I really don't want to have to pay it twice. Delivery on Monday, hopefully.

On a completely different topic, one of the webcomics I read stopped updating over a year ago, with no real word as to what was happening. I noticed today it had been updated, and it's the author explaining how she had a breakdown, but is now recovering. Its fascinating to see someone talking about it so openly, and in graphic format.



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