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Dark Chocolate Cranberry Qi'a Bark
http://us.naturespath.com/recipe/dark-chocolate-cranberry-qia-bark
Serves:
12 servings
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 10 minutes
Ingredients:
· 12 ounces good quality organic dark chocolate, finely chopped
· 3/4 cup Nature’s Path Qi’a – Cranberry Vanilla, divided
· 1 cup sliced almonds, toasted
· 1/4 tsp sea salt (optional)
* add vanilla if using homemade version of this cereal?
Directions:
Line a 9x13-inch pan with parchment paper so it overhangs the ends. Reserve 2 tbsp Qi’a for sprinkling on top of the bark. Place the chocolate in heatproof bowl set over a saucepan of barely simmering water, stirring occasionally, until melted. Remove from heat. Stir in the remaining Qi’a and almonds.
Pour onto the prepared pan and spread evenly. Sprinkle with the reserved Qi’a and sea salt (if using). Refrigerate for 1 hour or until chocolate is set. Remove from pan and peel off the parchment paper. Break the bark into pieces. Store in airtight container for up to 1 week.
Tip: Use at least a 70% dark chocolate for best results.
Qi'a -Cranberry Vanilla substitute with amusing name.
You really want/need to read this *grins*:
http://www.veggirlrd.com/holy-crap-this-homemade-cereal-is-delicious/
Crunchy Homemade Buckwheat and Seeds Cereal
Makes 2¾ cup or 1 pound
Author: Veg Girl RD
Recipe type: Breakfast
Serves: 18-20
Ingredients
½ cup plus 2 tablespoons chia seed (4 ounces)
¾ cup plus 2 tablespoons shelled hemp seed (5.75 ounces)
½ cup plus 2 tablespoons buckwheat groats (4 ounces)
¼ cup sweetened dried cranberries (1.2 ounces)
¼ cup raisins (1.2 ounces)
2 tablespoons dried apples, finely chopped (0.5 ounces)
½ teaspoon cinnamon
Instructions
Combine all ingredients in large mixing bowl.
Store in the refrigerator and get ready to be wowed.
Serve with fruit.
Notes
Inspired by Holy Crap Dragons' Blend and Nature's Path Qi'a Chia, Buckwheat and Hemp Cranberry Vanilla cereals.
A couple more ideas on serving up:
The serving size on the name brand packages was 2 tablespoons, so for comparison, that’s what I used to calculate my nutrition facts. But, when I have it for breakfast I use 1/4 cup, or 2 servings.
Get ready for a different cereal-to-fruit ratio than you’re used to. My breakfast bowl is mostly fruit, with just a bit of this cereal mix for crunch. I make the same argument for calorically-dense granola in this post: Cherry Maple Granola.
I’ve basically been following the directions on the package, only a little on the dry side. I mix 1/4 cup of the cereal with 2 to 3 tablespoons of soy or almond milk*. Then, I let it set while I prep my fruit.
*add almond extract? if using normal milk.
You could use this yummy mixture in lots of other ways, too, like sprinkling it on yogurt or adding a couple of spoonfuls to your favorite hot or cold cereal.
Nutrition Information Per Serving
Serving size: 2 Tbsp (0.9 oz.) Calories: 120 Fat: 6 g Saturated fat: 0.5 g Trans fat: 0 g Carbohydrates: 11 g Sugar: 3 g Sodium: 0 mg Fiber: 4 g Protein: 5 g Cholesterol: 0 mg
http://us.naturespath.com/recipe/dark-chocolate-cranberry-qia-bark
Serves:
12 servings
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 10 minutes
Ingredients:
· 12 ounces good quality organic dark chocolate, finely chopped
· 3/4 cup Nature’s Path Qi’a – Cranberry Vanilla, divided
· 1 cup sliced almonds, toasted
· 1/4 tsp sea salt (optional)
* add vanilla if using homemade version of this cereal?
Directions:
Line a 9x13-inch pan with parchment paper so it overhangs the ends. Reserve 2 tbsp Qi’a for sprinkling on top of the bark. Place the chocolate in heatproof bowl set over a saucepan of barely simmering water, stirring occasionally, until melted. Remove from heat. Stir in the remaining Qi’a and almonds.
Pour onto the prepared pan and spread evenly. Sprinkle with the reserved Qi’a and sea salt (if using). Refrigerate for 1 hour or until chocolate is set. Remove from pan and peel off the parchment paper. Break the bark into pieces. Store in airtight container for up to 1 week.
Tip: Use at least a 70% dark chocolate for best results.
Qi'a -Cranberry Vanilla substitute with amusing name.
You really want/need to read this *grins*:
http://www.veggirlrd.com/holy-crap-this-homemade-cereal-is-delicious/
Crunchy Homemade Buckwheat and Seeds Cereal
Makes 2¾ cup or 1 pound
Author: Veg Girl RD
Recipe type: Breakfast
Serves: 18-20
Ingredients
½ cup plus 2 tablespoons chia seed (4 ounces)
¾ cup plus 2 tablespoons shelled hemp seed (5.75 ounces)
½ cup plus 2 tablespoons buckwheat groats (4 ounces)
¼ cup sweetened dried cranberries (1.2 ounces)
¼ cup raisins (1.2 ounces)
2 tablespoons dried apples, finely chopped (0.5 ounces)
½ teaspoon cinnamon
Instructions
Combine all ingredients in large mixing bowl.
Store in the refrigerator and get ready to be wowed.
Serve with fruit.
Notes
Inspired by Holy Crap Dragons' Blend and Nature's Path Qi'a Chia, Buckwheat and Hemp Cranberry Vanilla cereals.
A couple more ideas on serving up:
The serving size on the name brand packages was 2 tablespoons, so for comparison, that’s what I used to calculate my nutrition facts. But, when I have it for breakfast I use 1/4 cup, or 2 servings.
Get ready for a different cereal-to-fruit ratio than you’re used to. My breakfast bowl is mostly fruit, with just a bit of this cereal mix for crunch. I make the same argument for calorically-dense granola in this post: Cherry Maple Granola.
I’ve basically been following the directions on the package, only a little on the dry side. I mix 1/4 cup of the cereal with 2 to 3 tablespoons of soy or almond milk*. Then, I let it set while I prep my fruit.
*add almond extract? if using normal milk.
You could use this yummy mixture in lots of other ways, too, like sprinkling it on yogurt or adding a couple of spoonfuls to your favorite hot or cold cereal.
Nutrition Information Per Serving
Serving size: 2 Tbsp (0.9 oz.) Calories: 120 Fat: 6 g Saturated fat: 0.5 g Trans fat: 0 g Carbohydrates: 11 g Sugar: 3 g Sodium: 0 mg Fiber: 4 g Protein: 5 g Cholesterol: 0 mg
Pecan and Sorghum Butter
Yield 1 Cup
Preheat the oven to 350 F.
Place 2 ½ C raw pecans on a rimmed baking sheet and roast for 10 minutes.
Remove for oven and cool.
Process in a food processor until almost smooth.
Add
2 T sorghum syrup* (or honey)
½ t salt
¼ t cinnamon
¼ t cardamom
Process until smooth.
Taste and add more sorghum or salt as desired.
Process to incorporate.
Transfer to a covered container and refrigerate for up to 2 weeks.
Organic Gardening Magazine Dec/Jan 2014
*http://grandmaspantryva.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/September-Scoop09.pdf
*MOLASSES CRINKLES
Cream together:
1 ½ cups shortening
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup white sugar
Add:
2 eggs
½ cup molasses
In a separate bowl sift together:
4 ½ cups flour (or a bit more)
½ tsp. salt
3 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. cloves
2 tsp. cinnamon
2 tsp. ginger
Add to first mixture and blend well.
Chill overnight. Shape into balls and roll in granulated sugar.
Bake 10-12 minutes at 350 degrees or until lightly browned. Do not over-bake.
*MOM’S GINGERBREAD
Cream:
1 cup margarine
1 cup brown sugar
Add:
2 eggs
1/2 cup molasses
Sift together in a separate bowl:
2 cups flour
½ tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. salt
½ tsp. cinnamon
½ tsp. ginger
Combine :
1 cup boiling water
2 tsp. baking soda
Add alternately with the dry ingredients. Pour into a greased 9X12 pan.
Bake at 350 degrees for 30-35 minutes. Serve with lemon sauce or whipped topping.
Yield 1 Cup
Preheat the oven to 350 F.
Place 2 ½ C raw pecans on a rimmed baking sheet and roast for 10 minutes.
Remove for oven and cool.
Process in a food processor until almost smooth.
Add
2 T sorghum syrup* (or honey)
½ t salt
¼ t cinnamon
¼ t cardamom
Process until smooth.
Taste and add more sorghum or salt as desired.
Process to incorporate.
Transfer to a covered container and refrigerate for up to 2 weeks.
Organic Gardening Magazine Dec/Jan 2014
*http://grandmaspantryva.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/September-Scoop09.pdf
*MOLASSES CRINKLES
Cream together:
1 ½ cups shortening
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup white sugar
Add:
2 eggs
½ cup molasses
In a separate bowl sift together:
4 ½ cups flour (or a bit more)
½ tsp. salt
3 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. cloves
2 tsp. cinnamon
2 tsp. ginger
Add to first mixture and blend well.
Chill overnight. Shape into balls and roll in granulated sugar.
Bake 10-12 minutes at 350 degrees or until lightly browned. Do not over-bake.
*MOM’S GINGERBREAD
Cream:
1 cup margarine
1 cup brown sugar
Add:
2 eggs
1/2 cup molasses
Sift together in a separate bowl:
2 cups flour
½ tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. salt
½ tsp. cinnamon
½ tsp. ginger
Combine :
1 cup boiling water
2 tsp. baking soda
Add alternately with the dry ingredients. Pour into a greased 9X12 pan.
Bake at 350 degrees for 30-35 minutes. Serve with lemon sauce or whipped topping.
This was supposed to be longer.... she nibbled on a possible hint and it's not in here. Since this resulted from my posting recipes, I NEED MORE RECIPES!
This follows from A Very Kitteny Christmas - Part 5
Title: Battle of the Christmas Tree - Part 6 : Not a Kitten Was Stirring
Author: Meridae
Leave Meridae comments HERE
Ranel was dozing by the time Warne decided to go to bed. He entered the bedroom, still in his vest and shirtsleeves but his with cravat loosened, and paused.
"Oh look," he said slowly, his voice deep and roughened with the beginnings of a lustful burr. "Santa left me one last present to unwrap."
"Mmmm, so it would seem," Ranel murmured, smiling as he opened his eyes and reached his arms out for his husband. Warne heeded the request, hiking one knee onto the mattress as he bent over the bed and pressed a passionate kiss to Ranel's lips. His hands moved to slide Ranel's robe open further so he could plunder the delicious, golden skin. Ranel moaned into his mouth as strong yet gentle fingers squeezed at his nipples, and a burgeoning but frustratingly wool clad groin was pressed against his hip.
"You need to unwrap yourself first," he gasped, breaking away from Warne's questing tongue.
"So I do," Warne agreed, straightening up, hands going to his neck to finish pulling his cravat away from his collar. Slowly, deliberately, he flicked open the buttons on his vest before letting it drop to the floor. His mouth quirked in a slight smirk, and his eyes were full of affectionate teasing as he watched Ranel's captivated expression.
"Maybe I'm not the one getting the present," he suggested, pausing with his hands at the button of his shirt.
"Mmm, maybe you're not," Ranel rasped, "Now hurry up and get that damned shirt off!" He pushed himself up to his knees on the edge of the bend, his own hands going to aggressively assist Warne's efforts to disrobe.
"Oh yes," he sighed, as he parted the edges of Warne's shirt and revealed the broad, hair covered chest beneath. "Yes yes yes, that's what I wanted for Christmas." He let his hands slide over the mounds of Warne's biceps before grazing them down lean ribs as his mouth took their place at Warne's nipples. They traveled further as Ranel's tongue worked at the small nubs, nimble fingers easily foiling the restricting fastenings at Warne's waist. He slid his hand inside Warne's placket, palming his husband's erection as his mouth moved over Warne's chest. Warne murmured his appreciation as he let Ranel's ministrations rouse him further, but just as Ranel was pushing the fabric of his trousers down to his thighs, he stopped his husband with a firm grip at the back of his neck, fingers threading tightly into Ranel's hair as he pulled the young man up so he could kiss him once more.
"Tonight, you are my present," he said firmly. "Now lay down, so I can finish undressing and then unwrap you properly."
Heat blazed in Ranel's eyes at Warne's command, and he hastened to lay back amongst the pillows, breath flickering rapidly between his lips in anticipation.
This follows from A Very Kitteny Christmas - Part 5
Title: Battle of the Christmas Tree - Part 6 : Not a Kitten Was Stirring
Author: Meridae
Leave Meridae comments HERE
Ranel was dozing by the time Warne decided to go to bed. He entered the bedroom, still in his vest and shirtsleeves but his with cravat loosened, and paused.
"Oh look," he said slowly, his voice deep and roughened with the beginnings of a lustful burr. "Santa left me one last present to unwrap."
"Mmmm, so it would seem," Ranel murmured, smiling as he opened his eyes and reached his arms out for his husband. Warne heeded the request, hiking one knee onto the mattress as he bent over the bed and pressed a passionate kiss to Ranel's lips. His hands moved to slide Ranel's robe open further so he could plunder the delicious, golden skin. Ranel moaned into his mouth as strong yet gentle fingers squeezed at his nipples, and a burgeoning but frustratingly wool clad groin was pressed against his hip.
"You need to unwrap yourself first," he gasped, breaking away from Warne's questing tongue.
"So I do," Warne agreed, straightening up, hands going to his neck to finish pulling his cravat away from his collar. Slowly, deliberately, he flicked open the buttons on his vest before letting it drop to the floor. His mouth quirked in a slight smirk, and his eyes were full of affectionate teasing as he watched Ranel's captivated expression.
"Maybe I'm not the one getting the present," he suggested, pausing with his hands at the button of his shirt.
"Mmm, maybe you're not," Ranel rasped, "Now hurry up and get that damned shirt off!" He pushed himself up to his knees on the edge of the bend, his own hands going to aggressively assist Warne's efforts to disrobe.
"Oh yes," he sighed, as he parted the edges of Warne's shirt and revealed the broad, hair covered chest beneath. "Yes yes yes, that's what I wanted for Christmas." He let his hands slide over the mounds of Warne's biceps before grazing them down lean ribs as his mouth took their place at Warne's nipples. They traveled further as Ranel's tongue worked at the small nubs, nimble fingers easily foiling the restricting fastenings at Warne's waist. He slid his hand inside Warne's placket, palming his husband's erection as his mouth moved over Warne's chest. Warne murmured his appreciation as he let Ranel's ministrations rouse him further, but just as Ranel was pushing the fabric of his trousers down to his thighs, he stopped his husband with a firm grip at the back of his neck, fingers threading tightly into Ranel's hair as he pulled the young man up so he could kiss him once more.
"Tonight, you are my present," he said firmly. "Now lay down, so I can finish undressing and then unwrap you properly."
Heat blazed in Ranel's eyes at Warne's command, and he hastened to lay back amongst the pillows, breath flickering rapidly between his lips in anticipation.
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Dear Everybody
Dec. 31st, 2013 12:43 pmExcuse me but I was on this internet and I'd ask you kindly not to interfere with my usage. At approximately 12:20 pm the router started blinking red just like it did at, before and slightly after Christmas. *sighs* Expect that today is going to be a day of reading dead tree books, writing stories, and being frustrated that I can't post them YET, going to the movie and/or TV watching... hmmm If I get a Kindle book up on my computer I could probably read the whole thing before realizing the well had run dry.
So if I disappear that's probably why.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
May our next year be filled with joy, creativity, and friendship where our various differences aren't cause for causing harm.
Would insert gif here but um... posting while I can.
So if I disappear that's probably why.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
May our next year be filled with joy, creativity, and friendship where our various differences aren't cause for causing harm.
Would insert gif here but um... posting while I can.
The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG)Drabble Cascade #41: Christmas
The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG) part 2
The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World) part 3: The Interview
The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World) part 4: Aunt Tammy Sets the Scene (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG) Drabble Cascade #43: Theatre
The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World) part 5: A Fitting End
The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG) part 2
The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World) part 3: The Interview
The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World) part 4: Aunt Tammy Sets the Scene (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG) Drabble Cascade #43: Theatre
The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World) part 5: A Fitting End
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Title: The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG) part 2
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 406
Meridae wanted more because she didn’t like fairly newlywed Dallyn being eaten by the tree. Really have to indulge her, it’s that time of year. Especially on January 1st.
Continues from HERE
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With a sharp cry of, “Noooooo,” Ardnel collapsed against the wall before flinging himself towards the tree screaming, “Give him back! You can’t have him! Dallyn! Dallyn!” Officer Maitland caught him just in time where Ardnel struggled briefly to crumple into unattractive nose running weeping.
“What’s going on here?!” came a voice from the front doorway. “Oh hell, where’s Ardnel?” was more worriedly asked. “ARDIE?”
A heavy thud made an interesting sound of breaking glass amongst the crinkle of plastic bag. “Ardie, are you all right?” was asked into the transferred teary mess that was Ardnel.
“You’re alive. You’re okay. The tree didn’t eat you,” was punctuated by kisses.
“Tree?” Dallyn looked around at the police officers who’d invaded his home, taking in the one in the chair currently bleeding into it and then looked at the tree.
“I’m going to kill him,” was said in a low menacing voice, “he said that Blackwoods trees were safe during the winter because they went dormant.”
“And who would that be Mr.?”
“Dallyn Aghdashloo. I’m Dallyn Aghdashloo. My co-worker, Auroch. Malikai Auroch is the one who told me about finding a tree for Christmas up in the Blackwoods. Said that they needed to be thinned out and they were free for the cutting. I didn’t think he’d kill to get the account. It’s Christmas.”
“We’ll be wanting to speak to him. Where did you say your place of employment was Mr. Aghdashloo?” The book was open and the pencil poised.
It was hours before the crime scene would be processed and Dallyn and Ardnel were told to gather what they needed to go stay with relatives. Tenderly ushering Ardie out and into the car, Dallyn snapped in the seatbelt around him before going to his side of the car and driving away from his home.
In a more jolly tone, “So which relative should we go stay at?” Dallyn asked.
“First we need to go to Aunt Tammy’s and let her know that she’s a widow. Maybe we could stay there because I doubt she wants to be with her relatives since we’re all in mourning. She is expecting us.” Ardie said.
“Aunt Tammy’s it is then. That was a very good idea about the tree. Worked like a charm. I’ll have no problem getting the account now.”
“Oh I can’t claim the credit. It was Aunt Tammy’s idea,” Ardie said wiping his eyes and blowing his nose.
Yes there's more HERE
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 406
Meridae wanted more because she didn’t like fairly newlywed Dallyn being eaten by the tree. Really have to indulge her, it’s that time of year. Especially on January 1st.
Continues from HERE
With a sharp cry of, “Noooooo,” Ardnel collapsed against the wall before flinging himself towards the tree screaming, “Give him back! You can’t have him! Dallyn! Dallyn!” Officer Maitland caught him just in time where Ardnel struggled briefly to crumple into unattractive nose running weeping.
“What’s going on here?!” came a voice from the front doorway. “Oh hell, where’s Ardnel?” was more worriedly asked. “ARDIE?”
A heavy thud made an interesting sound of breaking glass amongst the crinkle of plastic bag. “Ardie, are you all right?” was asked into the transferred teary mess that was Ardnel.
“You’re alive. You’re okay. The tree didn’t eat you,” was punctuated by kisses.
“Tree?” Dallyn looked around at the police officers who’d invaded his home, taking in the one in the chair currently bleeding into it and then looked at the tree.
“I’m going to kill him,” was said in a low menacing voice, “he said that Blackwoods trees were safe during the winter because they went dormant.”
“And who would that be Mr.?”
“Dallyn Aghdashloo. I’m Dallyn Aghdashloo. My co-worker, Auroch. Malikai Auroch is the one who told me about finding a tree for Christmas up in the Blackwoods. Said that they needed to be thinned out and they were free for the cutting. I didn’t think he’d kill to get the account. It’s Christmas.”
“We’ll be wanting to speak to him. Where did you say your place of employment was Mr. Aghdashloo?” The book was open and the pencil poised.
It was hours before the crime scene would be processed and Dallyn and Ardnel were told to gather what they needed to go stay with relatives. Tenderly ushering Ardie out and into the car, Dallyn snapped in the seatbelt around him before going to his side of the car and driving away from his home.
In a more jolly tone, “So which relative should we go stay at?” Dallyn asked.
“First we need to go to Aunt Tammy’s and let her know that she’s a widow. Maybe we could stay there because I doubt she wants to be with her relatives since we’re all in mourning. She is expecting us.” Ardie said.
“Aunt Tammy’s it is then. That was a very good idea about the tree. Worked like a charm. I’ll have no problem getting the account now.”
“Oh I can’t claim the credit. It was Aunt Tammy’s idea,” Ardie said wiping his eyes and blowing his nose.
Yes there's more HERE
In Which Ranel Ponders the Errors of His Ways
Comment to Meridae here
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Master list for this series HERE
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FB3X Drabble Cascade #41 - Christmas
Title: Peace and Love (G at this point)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: Christmas
Set in Wizard’s World again. *grins* I blame Meridae for starting it up again.
The quiet was broken only by the crackling snap from the hearth. Close enough for warmth but not too close for danger, the basket held the small furry bodies under a fluffy soft blanket. It was pleasant in the dimness of the room, Balthazar thought as he lazed back waiting for his two lovers to return from making sure the other litters of kitten-familiars were all settled for the night. Settling the older kittens couldn’t have been easy but the tromping through the cold crystalline out-of-doors; pointing out that bird or that icicle or how the fir tree limbs bent down providing shelter for the forest’s creatures, magical and non; had probably worn them out, he hoped. He’d done his bit with the kittens while warm treats were being assembled for their return.
It was all a clever plot to ensure that the three of them could share some quality time together.
After Christmas there was a lull before the build up to New Years. They had learned to start their Yule celebrations early. Prior planning was important with kittens in the house, inquisitive kittens, who really didn’t need to know that their Papas’ love extended past kisses and hugs.
Title: Peace and Love (G at this point)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: Christmas
Set in Wizard’s World again. *grins* I blame Meridae for starting it up again.
The quiet was broken only by the crackling snap from the hearth. Close enough for warmth but not too close for danger, the basket held the small furry bodies under a fluffy soft blanket. It was pleasant in the dimness of the room, Balthazar thought as he lazed back waiting for his two lovers to return from making sure the other litters of kitten-familiars were all settled for the night. Settling the older kittens couldn’t have been easy but the tromping through the cold crystalline out-of-doors; pointing out that bird or that icicle or how the fir tree limbs bent down providing shelter for the forest’s creatures, magical and non; had probably worn them out, he hoped. He’d done his bit with the kittens while warm treats were being assembled for their return.
It was all a clever plot to ensure that the three of them could share some quality time together.
After Christmas there was a lull before the build up to New Years. They had learned to start their Yule celebrations early. Prior planning was important with kittens in the house, inquisitive kittens, who really didn’t need to know that their Papas’ love extended past kisses and hugs.
FB3X Drabble Cascade #41 - Christmas
Title: The small Joys of Christmas (G, Wizard World 'Verse)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Christmas
This is from the Wizard’s World ‘verse and is a prequel of Meridae’s Battle of the Christmas Tree
Ranel is one of these familiar-kittens.
There was shredded wrapping paper all over the living room giving it a festive look. A small heap moved with a rustle, poking out a whiskered nose before leaping out to chase something under the wrapping litter. Frenzied noisy activity erupted as more small furry lumps jumped out of hiding attacking paper and their siblings.
Brian sighed, looking first at the presents and then at the wrapping paper. Maybe they should just wrap empty boxes next year. The kittens didn’t seem to know the difference. Hopefully there was a helpful spell Balthazar knew to magically pick up all this mess.
Title: The small Joys of Christmas (G, Wizard World 'Verse)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 100
Prompt: Christmas
This is from the Wizard’s World ‘verse and is a prequel of Meridae’s Battle of the Christmas Tree
Ranel is one of these familiar-kittens.
There was shredded wrapping paper all over the living room giving it a festive look. A small heap moved with a rustle, poking out a whiskered nose before leaping out to chase something under the wrapping litter. Frenzied noisy activity erupted as more small furry lumps jumped out of hiding attacking paper and their siblings.
Brian sighed, looking first at the presents and then at the wrapping paper. Maybe they should just wrap empty boxes next year. The kittens didn’t seem to know the difference. Hopefully there was a helpful spell Balthazar knew to magically pick up all this mess.
Warne packs up the tree - Part 1
Many small cold shoulders - Part 2
In Which Ranel Ponders the Errors of His Ways - Part 3
Reasons - Part 4
A Very Kitteny Christmas - Part 5
Not a Kitten was Stirring Part 6
Piggy-backing off Meridae's Battle of the Christmas tree
The small Joys of Christmas (Drabble Cascade #41: Christmas)
Peace and Love (Drabble Cascade #41: Christmas)
The Sounds of Children Playing (Drabble Cascade #41: Christmas)
Many small cold shoulders - Part 2
In Which Ranel Ponders the Errors of His Ways - Part 3
Reasons - Part 4
A Very Kitteny Christmas - Part 5
Not a Kitten was Stirring Part 6
Piggy-backing off Meridae's Battle of the Christmas tree
The small Joys of Christmas (Drabble Cascade #41: Christmas)
Peace and Love (Drabble Cascade #41: Christmas)
The Sounds of Children Playing (Drabble Cascade #41: Christmas)
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Many small Cold Shoulders Battle of the Christmas Tree Part 2
Comment to Meridae here
The air of disdain and irritation was so thick it was almost palpable. Five miserable lumps of kittens, all in perfect, hunched over mini-meatloaf position (to better convey their disapproval) sat spread around the room, their backs pointedly turned on their no-longer-so-beloved papa. Not a tail twitched, not an ear flicked. Even Tux, who could never sit so perfectly still for very long, was managing to do so.
Ranel sighed. On the hearth, his peace offering - a plump, juicy rat, so freshly caught it was still twitching - laid untouched. He was, in a word, in Big Doodoo.
He cast imploring feline glances of his own at his children, putting all the power behind his gaze than only a feline can muster, willing the contact through the tips of their tails and up their spines. Nothing. Not even an involuntary skin spasm - and Nebbie was supreme ruler of those.
Ranel humphed this time, becoming irritated in turn by the continued anger from his offspring. Oh, like they would have been able to resist climbing and pouncing and tumbling with the tree if Warne hadn't scared them into submission. Like Santa would ever refuse to come to perfect kittens like his! And not only that, but it was really all Warne's fault in the first place! If he'd only see sense and put a 'look but do not touch' geas on the tree like Ranel's very wise parents did, none of this would have happened. But nooooo, Warne had this silly rule about 'we are not using magic to raise out children'. Pbbt. The kittens were familiars - they were magic! How could you NOT use magic to raise them.
Casting one final glance around the room at the unmoving mounds of miserable moggies, Ranel realised it was time to haul out the big guns. Whispering the appropriate cantrip, he set a blaze roaring in the hearth, then plopped himself down on the thick, warm hearth rug. Rolling over onto his side, he exposed his plump, pinked up nipples to the room, knowing that none of the kittens could resist the lure of Papa Ranel's milk bar for long.
Only, well, they did. Ranel blinked in shock. The kittens were almost weaned, sure, but they all still enjoyed the sleepy before bed suckle they got in the nursery each night. And all of them tried, at least once a day, to convince Ranel they weren't weaned and he should lay down and feed them.
But now, nothing. Not even a wrinkled nose to indicated that they'd at least scented the milk. Nothing but hunched shoulders and tightly furled tails, downward pointing whiskers and ears tilted at that peculiar angle that could only say Ranel was Not Getting Out Of This One So easily.
Realising he had, perhaps, messed up in a big way this time, Ranel slid rapidly into his human form and went to find his husband.
He had, bethoughts, some making up to do.
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The air of disdain and irritation was so thick it was almost palpable. Five miserable lumps of kittens, all in perfect, hunched over mini-meatloaf position (to better convey their disapproval) sat spread around the room, their backs pointedly turned on their no-longer-so-beloved papa. Not a tail twitched, not an ear flicked. Even Tux, who could never sit so perfectly still for very long, was managing to do so.
Ranel sighed. On the hearth, his peace offering - a plump, juicy rat, so freshly caught it was still twitching - laid untouched. He was, in a word, in Big Doodoo.
He cast imploring feline glances of his own at his children, putting all the power behind his gaze than only a feline can muster, willing the contact through the tips of their tails and up their spines. Nothing. Not even an involuntary skin spasm - and Nebbie was supreme ruler of those.
Ranel humphed this time, becoming irritated in turn by the continued anger from his offspring. Oh, like they would have been able to resist climbing and pouncing and tumbling with the tree if Warne hadn't scared them into submission. Like Santa would ever refuse to come to perfect kittens like his! And not only that, but it was really all Warne's fault in the first place! If he'd only see sense and put a 'look but do not touch' geas on the tree like Ranel's very wise parents did, none of this would have happened. But nooooo, Warne had this silly rule about 'we are not using magic to raise out children'. Pbbt. The kittens were familiars - they were magic! How could you NOT use magic to raise them.
Casting one final glance around the room at the unmoving mounds of miserable moggies, Ranel realised it was time to haul out the big guns. Whispering the appropriate cantrip, he set a blaze roaring in the hearth, then plopped himself down on the thick, warm hearth rug. Rolling over onto his side, he exposed his plump, pinked up nipples to the room, knowing that none of the kittens could resist the lure of Papa Ranel's milk bar for long.
Only, well, they did. Ranel blinked in shock. The kittens were almost weaned, sure, but they all still enjoyed the sleepy before bed suckle they got in the nursery each night. And all of them tried, at least once a day, to convince Ranel they weren't weaned and he should lay down and feed them.
But now, nothing. Not even a wrinkled nose to indicated that they'd at least scented the milk. Nothing but hunched shoulders and tightly furled tails, downward pointing whiskers and ears tilted at that peculiar angle that could only say Ranel was Not Getting Out Of This One So easily.
Realising he had, perhaps, messed up in a big way this time, Ranel slid rapidly into his human form and went to find his husband.
He had, bethoughts, some making up to do.
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"What did I tell you last year about the Christmas Tree? " Warne asked sternly as he walked into the parlor and eyed the wreckage feline paws had made of the yuletide decorations. Without another word, he lifted the tree up and began the process of undecorating the room.
Five disbelieving kittens looked on in dismay, aghast at their Christmas cheer so easily being thwarted by Papa Ranel's naughty antics.
Ranel sat in the corner, blatantly licked his tail to convey Just How Much He Didn't Care.
Grimly, despite his offspring's obvious distress, he continued removing the tree, tinsel, and other trimmings. His wayward husband HAD to learn. The Christmas Tree was not an enemy to be destroyed at all costs, and it was their kittens that suffered when he tried.
Master list for this series HERE
"What did I tell you last year about the Christmas Tree? " Warne asked sternly as he walked into the parlor and eyed the wreckage feline paws had made of the yuletide decorations. Without another word, he lifted the tree up and began the process of undecorating the room.
Five disbelieving kittens looked on in dismay, aghast at their Christmas cheer so easily being thwarted by Papa Ranel's naughty antics.
Ranel sat in the corner, blatantly licked his tail to convey Just How Much He Didn't Care.
Grimly, despite his offspring's obvious distress, he continued removing the tree, tinsel, and other trimmings. His wayward husband HAD to learn. The Christmas Tree was not an enemy to be destroyed at all costs, and it was their kittens that suffered when he tried.
Master list for this series HERE
*****Holidays***** by Meridae
Aug. 10th, 2011 04:20 amTitle: Holidays
Author: meridae
Summary: Made a comment to Meri about how conversations around the holiday table will need to have 'which magical specialization is best' added to the list of DON'T along side politics and religion. She came up with this gem.
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Author: meridae
Summary: Made a comment to Meri about how conversations around the holiday table will need to have 'which magical specialization is best' added to the list of DON'T along side politics and religion. She came up with this gem.
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