Yuletide Youtube: Kitchen Witch Corner
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Russian Pagan Metal. It's kinda awesome.
Merry moments
Kitchen Witchery
Chocolate pizza makes a great potluck dessert or an entry in the gift exchange.
Chocolate Pizza
12 oz. semisweet chips
1 lb white almond bark
2 c. miniature marshmallows
1 c. crisp rice cereal
1 c. peanuts
6 oz. red marischino cherries, halved
3 T. green cherries, quartered
1/3 c. coconut
1 t. oil
Microwave chips and 14 oz of almond bark in 2 qt. bowl until melted, stirring frequently. Stir in marshmallows,
cereal and peanuts. Pour into greased 12" pizza pan. Top with cherries. Sprinkle with coconut. Melt remaining
almond bark with oil, stirring to make smooth. Drizzle over coconut. Chill until firm.
Story Time
From "Hungry House" by Mary Grafton
ebook: https://squareup.com/market/inkstained-succcubus/winter-shivers-pre-order
paperback https://squareup.com/market/inkstained-succcubus/winter-shivers-paperback-preorder
10% discount if you order from the Square website
Amazon
“Have you ever seen someone truly crazy, I mean rabid?” Parker’s voice echoed on the stairwell.
“We lived up in this one room shack, in the middle of nowhere, I mean to say, there wasn’t another person, for at least twenty miles. It was me and my aunty, that lived up there, my mama had died givin’ birth to me, and her aunt was the one that raised me. We had a bad winter one year, there wasn’t hardly no food, we were running out of staples, and wood to heat the house. So, my aunty tole’ me to go on down to the neighbors, which was no easy task, because we didn’t have no car, or no horse.
“I leave that morning, and right out the door the cold is taking away my breath. And each step I take, I’m getting just a little snow up my pant legs into my boots. I walk for what must have been hours, and by the time I can see the house, the sun is getting ready for bed. So I make my way crunching over the ice noisily, and the sled I’m draggin’ behind me is getting just a little lighter the closer I am.
“I get to the house, and the queerest thing, the door is open, and I can see ice melting in the hallway. I go up and I knock, and yell out, and nobody answers me, but I figure someone’s home, there’s the melting ice, and the door’s open, they just didn’t hear me. I lay my sled up against the house, and I step inside, and at first I don’t recognize the smell, it’s metallic, and strong but I just can’t quite place it. Then I do. It’s the same smell you smell right before you cook meat, when the blood has settled at the bottom of the package. And I’m looking around now, too, and everything seems okay, I mean, it was a bit dimmer in there and the little light I could see with well, I could make out shapes, that’s about all.
“So I keep walking forward. And now I can hear a clunk, and a clang, coming every so often, so I continue down the hall. I see a lamp over in the corner on a table, and I light the wick, and watch the flame dance, until it steadies out, I put my lighter back in my pocket. And I notice there’s something written all over the walls. Dark brown, and tacky to the touch, but I can’t quite figure out what it is, not until later.
“I creep towards the sounds, and make it to a small swinging door, and I open it just a little, and I see the shadow of someone with a big cleaver, and they’re just hacking away at something on the table. I freeze, right there, and I remember, I can hear water boiling under the thudding of the metal hitting wood. There’s a dog laying at his feet, gnawing on a real big bone, just going to town on it. And then he turns around, and I see his face.
“His head tilted sideways, and his smile reached his eyes, and his eyes, his eyes, they were full of a crazy kind of mirth. His tongue kept poking in and out of that smile, and then he spoke. He asked if I was hungry, and when I didn’t answer quickly enough he turned back to his butchering. I decided to leave, right then. I knew I didn’t want to know what he was cooking up. I ran back out that door, and out into the snow, I left my sled
there, and I made it to where I couldn’t see the house anymore before I stopped to catch my breath.
Russian Pagan Metal. It's kinda awesome.
Merry moments
Kitchen Witchery
Chocolate pizza makes a great potluck dessert or an entry in the gift exchange.
Chocolate Pizza
12 oz. semisweet chips
1 lb white almond bark
2 c. miniature marshmallows
1 c. crisp rice cereal
1 c. peanuts
6 oz. red marischino cherries, halved
3 T. green cherries, quartered
1/3 c. coconut
1 t. oil
Microwave chips and 14 oz of almond bark in 2 qt. bowl until melted, stirring frequently. Stir in marshmallows,
cereal and peanuts. Pour into greased 12" pizza pan. Top with cherries. Sprinkle with coconut. Melt remaining
almond bark with oil, stirring to make smooth. Drizzle over coconut. Chill until firm.
Story Time
From "Hungry House" by Mary Grafton
ebook: https://squareup.com/market/inkstained-succcubus/winter-shivers-pre-order
paperback https://squareup.com/market/inkstained-succcubus/winter-shivers-paperback-preorder
10% discount if you order from the Square website
Amazon
“Have you ever seen someone truly crazy, I mean rabid?” Parker’s voice echoed on the stairwell.
“We lived up in this one room shack, in the middle of nowhere, I mean to say, there wasn’t another person, for at least twenty miles. It was me and my aunty, that lived up there, my mama had died givin’ birth to me, and her aunt was the one that raised me. We had a bad winter one year, there wasn’t hardly no food, we were running out of staples, and wood to heat the house. So, my aunty tole’ me to go on down to the neighbors, which was no easy task, because we didn’t have no car, or no horse.
“I leave that morning, and right out the door the cold is taking away my breath. And each step I take, I’m getting just a little snow up my pant legs into my boots. I walk for what must have been hours, and by the time I can see the house, the sun is getting ready for bed. So I make my way crunching over the ice noisily, and the sled I’m draggin’ behind me is getting just a little lighter the closer I am.
“I get to the house, and the queerest thing, the door is open, and I can see ice melting in the hallway. I go up and I knock, and yell out, and nobody answers me, but I figure someone’s home, there’s the melting ice, and the door’s open, they just didn’t hear me. I lay my sled up against the house, and I step inside, and at first I don’t recognize the smell, it’s metallic, and strong but I just can’t quite place it. Then I do. It’s the same smell you smell right before you cook meat, when the blood has settled at the bottom of the package. And I’m looking around now, too, and everything seems okay, I mean, it was a bit dimmer in there and the little light I could see with well, I could make out shapes, that’s about all.
“So I keep walking forward. And now I can hear a clunk, and a clang, coming every so often, so I continue down the hall. I see a lamp over in the corner on a table, and I light the wick, and watch the flame dance, until it steadies out, I put my lighter back in my pocket. And I notice there’s something written all over the walls. Dark brown, and tacky to the touch, but I can’t quite figure out what it is, not until later.
“I creep towards the sounds, and make it to a small swinging door, and I open it just a little, and I see the shadow of someone with a big cleaver, and they’re just hacking away at something on the table. I freeze, right there, and I remember, I can hear water boiling under the thudding of the metal hitting wood. There’s a dog laying at his feet, gnawing on a real big bone, just going to town on it. And then he turns around, and I see his face.
“His head tilted sideways, and his smile reached his eyes, and his eyes, his eyes, they were full of a crazy kind of mirth. His tongue kept poking in and out of that smile, and then he spoke. He asked if I was hungry, and when I didn’t answer quickly enough he turned back to his butchering. I decided to leave, right then. I knew I didn’t want to know what he was cooking up. I ran back out that door, and out into the snow, I left my sled
there, and I made it to where I couldn’t see the house anymore before I stopped to catch my breath.
