[Adapted from this Rachel Ray recipe, that I caught Ms. Ray making the end of while flipping past the Food Network. It's probably great, too, but I'm loving my version for its look-a-like qualities.]

I mentioned this on Twitter the other day, while we of the greater DC area were enjoying a snow day - and I got enough favorites that I figured I might as well throw the recipe up on here, because you know what's great about it? It's hearty, pleasing to 6 and 8 year-olds, a Kraft Dinner lookalike, full of veggies and super easy to make. It feeds a few hockey players* - or a family of five with leftovers. And the survey says I'm gonna have to make another batch of this soon using SWEET Italian sausage, because that's what the people want. 8D

Anyway, without further ado, ingredients and directions:

Preheat the oven to 350F or turn on the broiler.

1 lb box macaroni (wheat, rice, whatever floats your dietary boat)

Then, start heating a couple quarts of water in a large pot. Cook the macaroni according to package directions - and drain and set aside.

1 lb country sausage (or Italian or whatever - choose a flavour you enjoy, spicy or not, involving the meat or non-meat protein of your choice)
1 onion, diced
a few cloves garlic, chopped
some olive oil

At the same time, heat the olive oil in a 12" skillet that can go in the oven. Add the onion and garlic and let them melt for a few minutes. Then add the sausage and stir to mix, breaking it up as you go. Cook until sausage is browned, stirring occasionally.

1 14.5 oz can pumpkin puree
1 roasted butternut squash neck
1 c heavy cream (or your preferred type of milk)
nutmeg, savory, pepper

Meanwhile, blend together pumpkin, squash and cream (in a blender or food processor, or a bowl or large measuring cup using a stick blender), then add to sausge and onion mixture in pan. Mix thoroughly, stirring as the squash mixture heats. Season with nutmeg, savory and pepper (to taste). Then add the macaroni and stir until the macaroni is evenly coated with sauce.

2 c shredded cheese (I used a mix of 1 c goat cheddar, 1/3 c smoked gouda and 2/3 c sharp orange cheddar, but that's just what the cheese drawer contained enough of to make two cups - any other similar combination would be fine)

Next, stir the shredded cheese in slowly and carefully (the pan will probably be pretty full at this point). Grate a fine layer of parmesan over the top - and put the whole thing in the oven for 15 minutes, then serve!

*Don't actually have data on the hockey player front, but it seems like it would make pretty good hockey fuel.
Title: home is where the heart is
Fandom: Hawkeye (Marvel comics)
Characters: Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Lucky
Rating: Teen
Length: 1000 words
Notes/Warnings: Spoilers through Hawkeye 21 (crossing fingers for certain things in 22.) Written for the 13th [livejournal.com profile] picfor1000 challenge. My prompt is here.

Summary: Clint knows everybody else has moved on, but he hasn't, not yet, and he's pretty goddamn sure nobody should be surprised by that.

Link: AO3
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([personal profile] calystarose Feb. 28th, 2015 10:27 am)
I had planned on getting my name legally changed, finally, for this birthday. But it'll have to wait a year or so.

Still, first bday in way too long that I am not living in Texas. That's a big and wonderful thing.

I have my kitties and my mom and my friends. I'm pretty damn lucky.

Thank you all for being there for me over the years. I honestly would not have made it this far without you. *hugs*
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([personal profile] andrewducker Feb. 28th, 2015 04:59 pm)
Actually, two of them. My right eye has flared up again, for the third time in three years, and my stomach has decided that it doesn't like to have things in it.

The eye started on Monday, with a dull aching feeling, like my eye was bruised. This is different from the uveitis, which felt like sandpaper in the retina, and I hoped it would go away by itself. Instead, after three days I gave up and went to see the GP, who stared at it, put dye in it, and then tried to refer me to the Eye Pavillion. Who said "Naah, doesn't sound like an emergency, send him to his opticians, and they can refer him if necessary." Apparently this is the new process - opticians as the front-line for eye issues, Eye Pavillion for things that need a Serious Doctor.

The optician was awesome, checked my sight (fine, although my prescription in my right eye is now slightly too strong), checked my eye pressure (12 in one eye, 9 in the other, with the maximum safe level being 19), and put more dye in my eye to get a better look. He then showed be a bunch of pictures of eyes in various states of awfulness, and told me that none of these were wrong with me, and that I have episcleritis. Which basically translates into "That white bit that makes up the front layer of the eye is inflamed and we have no idea why." and that it usually goes away by itself. So I have a follow-up appointment for next Thursday, but otherwise am to carry on as usual. Two days later it does seem to be getting better.

My stomach is behaving bafflingly. Last night, after dinner, it decided that it no longer believed in food containment, and everything inside should leave at once. Which was remarkably painful for the half an hour I was confined to the bathroom. It was painful for the rest of the night, as if the muscles were all strained. This morning I still felt a bit off colour, but well enough to meet Nick and Louise for lunch at Spit/Fire. Which was delicious, and although my stomach was complaining a bit, all seemed well, so Julie and I dropped into John Lewis to look at something for [livejournal.com profile] widgetfox's wedding next month. And then I had to abandon her for fifteen minutes while I located their bathrooms and was confined there for a quarter of an hour.

So now I'm tucked up in bed, feeling rather sorry for myself, while my stomach intermittently produces stabbing pain. Which I think is going around a bit - so I'm assuming it's actually a stomach bug, rather than dodgy food. Hopefully it will pass in an hour or two.
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([personal profile] sraun Feb. 28th, 2015 10:24 am)
Happy Birthday [livejournal.com profile] growlycub
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([personal profile] angelofthenorth Feb. 28th, 2015 03:37 pm)
[Vegan, gluten-free]

2 small red onions, peeled and chopped
garlic low-cal cooking spray
1 tsp garlic powder
1 tbsp medium curry powder
1.5 tsp ground cumin
1 tsp ground coriander
2 cm ginger root
1 tbsp Bouillon powder
.75 litres of boiling water
500g parsnips - chopped into pieces

Fry the onions in the spray until softened. Add the garlic, curry powder and spices, and fry for a few more minutes, adding a little water if it's dried out.

add the parsnips, bouillon and water, bring to the boil, and then simmer for an hour. using a stick blender, blend until smooth, and serve.

If you want to make it look pretty, add a pinch of cayenne chilli pepper.
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([personal profile] yvi Feb. 28th, 2015 03:00 pm)
And this is why I will never ever move away from this city.

Behind the cut : cake, cake, cake. Also known as Käsesahnetorte,
Flockentorte, Schokotorte and Chilli-Choc-Torte. Omnom

Read more... )
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([personal profile] vass Feb. 28th, 2015 11:30 pm)
Leigh Sales interviews Tony Abbott. It does not go well for him. Clearly the concepts of "introspection", "navel-gazing" and "who are you?" are edgeplay for him. He can't stand to look at himself.

How To Become A Robot In Twelve Easy Steps (suicide tw) *sobs*

Ancient Languages
Lexicity: "The first and only comprehensive index for ancient language resources on the internet." (Not all of the languages they list are what I would call ancient, but they're still cool.)

My Little Feminequist Pony Lesbian Separatist Fan Fiction. (n.b. Not TERF. Trans people can read this safely.) What made me actually squee aloud was that the photo is of a G1 pony.

Myths of Human Genetics, or: why to teach cat genetics in high schools, not human earlobes and tongue rolling and arm folding and stuff.

Artist spends 7 years on incredibly detailed maze; his daughter wants to know why he couldn't have done something more useful. He's a janitor in his day job, and this somehow makes it astonishing that he's able to create something intricate and beautiful.

Tech and Arts
do ALL things! arts, tech, and not having to choose just one as a young girl by Creatrix Tiara. Made me think "OMG, with her skillset and interests, she should SO be writing interactive fiction."

Much Obliged: the concept of 'mutual obligation' and how fucking horrible the rhetoric around social services in Australia is.

Black American History
Civil rights activist Fannie Lou Hamer's speech at the 1964 Democratic National Convention

What it's like for a woman to send a job rejection to a man.

Photo portrait series of trans elders. Warning: may make you weep.

Really looking forward to the new Jem and the Holograms comic
Yesterday on the radio, I heard two things that had me pondering the nature of ignorant people.

First was a host on a Christian radio station who said that Leonard Nimoy, who believed very strongly in his Jewish faith, learned the hand position for "Live Long and Prosper" when he was a child... in church. The host continued that it was a blessing he saw in church.


And now on to something political; you have been warned... )
Yes, I'm opinionated.
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([personal profile] andrewducker Feb. 28th, 2015 12:20 pm)

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] a_pawson. I'm amused to discover that the Hokey Cokey (UK) is the Hokey Tokey (NZ) and the Hokey Pokey (USA,Canada, Ireland), and the Boogie Woogie (some European countries). Oh, and despite the antecedents dating back to 1857 (at least) it's copyright to Sony in the USA. Of course.

I arrived at work to find unusually scant pickings in the way of parking spaces. I wound up wedging my car in next to a Jeep which was parked uncomfortably close to the line, who was in turn evading a shiny silver Lexus SUV (here I would say "of course", but my aunt drives a not-so-shiny silver one of those which is like at least 10 at this point) which was parked ... well, one of the tires was "on" the line, where by "on" I mean "also mostly over". So it certainly wasn't the Jeep's fault.

I hit lunch early because of the now-inevitable 1pm Thursday meeting. If it's not one part of the conference planning, it's another. On stepping outside, I heard a rushing noise, sort of like any one of the following:
* Niagara Falls at a distance of a quarter-mile or so
* A jet engine, slightly closer
* About a hundred distant and terrifyingly in-sync jackhammers
* A white noise generator, turned way up

It was a lovely day, though, so Purple's lunch table was out in the courtyard. It was such a nice day that Purple expressed the desire to sit on top of a mountain for a while. His not!boyfriend apparently gets tired of nature very quickly, and the concept "Is that all there is, just all these trees and this lake?" was floated, to much hilarity. So that was the main topic of conversation for a while.

Eventually someone mentioned the noise, and maybe walking down to see what was going on with it. Some people hadn't even noticed the noise (cue incredulity from the rest of the table).

The 1pm meeting was something to which I was able to contribute constructively. A note to all would-be presenters: I don't care if it's "just" five dozen pens, if you don't tell the logistics person about it, it's not going to happen. I am likewise vaguely unimpressed with the attempt to add a poster session without explicitly telling me what the plans are.

Following that was the team meeting, featuring some guy who canceled twice before being able to make it finally. The meeting was punctuated with 10 minutes of rapid-fire buzzing from my watch, in which the helldesk software dumped "an offensive load" of quadruplicate stale notifications into my inbox. I was Not Best Pleased.

I returned to find that radius had proposed a milkshake run. He and Purple converged on my cube, and we stomped up towards the milkshake dungeon.

Helldesk wasn't the only thing which was dumping: it turned out that the roaring sound was the local gas company venting some of their pipes, in either reaction to, or preparation for, something. We started out discussing that. And while I was a little caught up in my own bubble for it to register, Purple greeted someone he knew who passed us on the sidewalk.

One of the reasons I was caught up in my own bubble was that possibly while this was going on, I had caught sight of one of the security guards coming down the path that we were about to go up. Ordinarily this would be unexceptionable, except that this was the guy who I am actively avoiding. Since radius and Purple were already talking a mile a minute, and we'd scrunched ourselves into a somewhat more path-friendly configuration, they walked slightly ahead while I walked behind between them. I was aware that they were essentially in forward bodyguard position, and I looked Pointedly Elsewhere as the guy passed, although he was talking somewhat loudly on a headset.

This occasioned (also somewhat loud and probably audible to the guy as we passed) commentary from radius and Purple, about not super sensitive of mental health issues )

The sight of ravens on the upper cafeteria led radius to explain about the difference between North American crows and Australian crows: the Aussie crows are much, much ruder. That naturally led into a discussion of Craig Ferguson's flag-mouthed profanity replacement.

The guys aren't used to the vagaries of the elevator in this building. It's a double-sided elevator, with one door leading inside and one leading outside. We typically enter the elevator from the outside and exit from the inside door in the basement. In order that the rear door button works, however, requires a badge swipe. Generally I operate the thing, since I'm used to it, but Purple was closer this time.

We queued up to get our various ice creams. I'd neglected to take my lactose pills before stomping out the door, which situation I usually address by getting the lactose-free sorbets (lemon and strawberry are my favorites, though there are others I really enjoy too) but the chocolate and the vanilla looked very good. I comforted myself with the plan that I would eat them slowly and then take the pills when I got back to my desk.

Purple greeted someone. "So this is why you were in such a hurry!" he said, or words to that effect. Apparently there was some reason or other, but one of the things was that he was going in search of those little oatmeal cookies that are said to be in the break rooms, but in practice nearly never are (except in the Building of Conference Rooms) (except when they've been overrun with conferences). Stymied in his pursuit of cookies, he came for ice cream instead. Purple was amused.

We went outside to sit for a bit. There is asbestos in these here buildings. California law is at pains to let us know about it, and all of the main entrances have this very long URL on the windows, which presumably people are supposed to type in by hand. We comment on it basically every other time we see it. This time we got mired in server response codes. Then we walked back.

I popped in to see Madam Standards, and we wound up going over some of the party details together. She did a lot last year with the Commandant; this year she's heading up the party committee. She knows basically what she's doing, but appreciates cross-checking, especially when I tease out aspects of her ideas which she hadn't really considered. This one: a simple socializing hack using candy dishes.

Mr. Zune had shared the information about the llamas, and soon the dress also hit [off-topic].

My battle re: helldesk was interrupted by Researcher Carmageddon with actual research-related tasks for me. Hooray! So I did that, and then it was time to go home.

Purple walked me out as per usual. Since I've been a bit less steady on my feet these days than is quite normal for me (the extra steps may be getting to my knees) he has taken to walking with me to my car when I'm parked further out, just in case I need steadying (and because when we chat, that means I can lean on Vash). "Where are you?" he asked, when a quick peer around the parking lot did not yield the correct little white car. I was in the same column, just way down near the end, behind the van blocking our view. By this time, the Jeep was long gone, but the silver Lexus SUV was still there, still on over the line.

Purple was merrily talking smack about the parking job when the vehicle beeped. He peered around the thing to see someone approaching. "Oh hey," he said, to someone he obviously knew. Awkward! "He was the guy who passed us on the way up for milkshakes," he explained to me after the guy whizzed out of the parking lot. (It was the hour of departures, as a little white car across the way left within the same 30 seconds, and the van which had been blocking line of sight from Purple's car left within a few minutes also.) I shared my blueberries (I'd guessed wrong; I thought he didn't like blueberries, but it turns out it's pomegranates that he's not pleased with; generally he is in favor of fresh fruit) and we talked about surreal video game plots.

After not too long we headed off.

Still no update on the launderizer situation. I keep expecting to come home to find some sort of missive, but it has not transpired. On the up side, this is motivation to not let my housekeeping slip much during the week.

I was tired enough to go to bed without a formal writeup, though I had contemplated the idea of attempting to explain my day from my phone in bed. It turned out my tiredness had other ideas.
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([personal profile] dglenn Feb. 28th, 2015 05:24 am)

"A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP" -- last tweet ( 2015-02-23) of Leonard Nimoy (b. 1931-03-26, d. 2015-02-27)

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([personal profile] vass Feb. 28th, 2015 08:36 pm)

Read The Queen of Attolia, started The King of Attolia. I don't know, man. Well, I mean, I do know one thing: Attolia/Eugenides just moved higher up on my I Ship It, But This Is A Really, Really Bad Idea For All Sorts Of Reasons list of ships than Breq/Seivarden, and is now in first place.

And Eugenides doesn't have to. He saw that train wreck coming and jumped aboard of his own free will. Attolia, though... she is kind of in a hard place. Nearly the same sort of hard place as one of my longest-standing favourite murderous queens, Turandot.

Except that the problem with Turandot has always been that she could have resolved her marital problem by running away rather than by killing her suitors, and the main reason she doesn't is her ginormous privilege (and, to be fair, her lack of coping skills and ability to adapt to any other way of life... insert rant here about Seivarden, by the way, and how the whole concept of aristocracy produces people who are less fit for any other area but the one niche they've been raised within, thereby unfitting them for survival in a changing world and unfitting them to be the good leaders they tell themselves they are. I mean, yes, she is a privileged asshole, of course she is. But equally, her efforts to become anything else are naturally going to be fraught with more failure and setbacks than most people's, because she lacks most of the basic tools and knowledge that would help her, and she's an average person not an extraordinary one like Breq, and fine, no, she doesn't deserve as much sympathy as the people she's hurt, the people who had less than she did and lost it all too, but she is still deserving of some empathy. End rant.

Turandot, now... Turandot, if she had fled, would have been in the same position as Liu, but even less protected/supported than Liu was, and with fewer survival skills (although with more self-worth and self-preservation, she has that going for her.) And look where it got Liu. I still think she should have fled, but yeah, I can see why she didn't.)

The difference with Attolia is that she isn't just staying because she couldn't survive running away (and one way or another, I think Attolia probably could survive and manage on her own, actually. Although the 'another' would be very ugly) but because she does actually care what happens to her kingdom and the neighbouring kingdoms. She's trying to hold the line.

But still, massive, awful trainwreck of a relationship. Magnificently awful trainwreck.

Comics and Manga

Read another few early Hawkeyes.


Read The Convergence of Genetics and Quantitative Analysis by [archiveofourown.org profile] ryfkah (Jupiter Ascending, about Jupiter's mother and aunt meeting Caine.) Went "awwwwwwwwww".

TV and Movies

Watched Jupiter Ascending. I loved it. It was everything I'd been told. Russian janitor astronomy buff destined space queen! Bee royalty! Werewolf on antigrav roller skates! Half-naked semi-incestuous court intrigue! And SUCH pretty, pretty landscapes.

It did have the slight problem, though, that I recently read this article and COULD NOT UNSEE IT. Very orange, much blue, wow.

Watched the first episode of Parks and Rec. Yeah, I'm a wee bit behind there. :D I liked it. Embarrassment squick value alarmingly high, but it's counterbalanced by how I know all these people, I've worked with them, I had no idea there was a camera in those meetings I've been to. (I had the same reaction to The Vicar of Dibley the first time I watched that.)


Listened to Dessa's Parts of Speech. Loved it. Definitely putting it into rotation in my general purpose playlist.

Listened to Mary Lambert's Letters Don't Talk. Not as much of an instant fave as Parts of Speech, but good music for moping to.


Today I learned that the German equivalent of the card game 52 Pickup is called 32 Heb Auf. It uses a German Piquet deck, which doesn't have 2s through 6s. The rules are otherwise the same as 52 Pickup, although presumably slightly shorter in duration.
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([personal profile] beatrice_otter Feb. 28th, 2015 01:06 am)
My Marvel Halfamoon fic is done and posted, but it needs a beta.  Anybody willing to beta a 2k gen Peggy and Angie fic?  The archive goes live in a couple of days so I would need a quick turnaround.
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([personal profile] xenacryst Feb. 27th, 2015 09:46 pm)
I have a cold, bah humbug. It's not keeping me in bed, but yesterday I took a sick day and watched movies all day. So you get capsule reviews.

  • Sense and Sensibility - Emma Thompson, Alan Rickman, Hugh Grant, Kate Winslet, in period dress and a Jane Austen story. What's not to love? I'm pretty sure I saw this once about 15 years ago, too. It's gorgeously filmed, and a nice story. Only, I would have paired Emma and Alan together rather than Emma and Hugh, but hey. With a movie, we get to have them all! 5 stars.

  • Galaxy Quest - Because I needed more Alan Rickman. A fun romp, silly, and a decent enough sendup of fanboy culture. But, enh, it failed to completely grab me. 3 stars.

  • Great Expectations (the recent one with Helena Bonham Carter) - Had to go back to England. HBC playing a crazy, and a generous salting of other good eye candy. But lordy, Dickens was tripping when he wrote that. And no, the trippiness was not just the film adaptation, because the whole plot was trippy. But good eye candy. 4 stars.

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([personal profile] kate_nepveu Feb. 27th, 2015 11:10 pm)
(I am trying to post when I think of things, even if they don't seem "worthy" of posts, because I want to get back in the habit.)

We took the kids to Wild Kratts Live tonight. Wild Kratts is a PBS show about two brothers who, in bookending live-action segments, meet and talk about wild creatures, and in the animated middle, put on "creature power suits" and fly around in a giant turtle-shaped ship with a tech crew of three saving animals from the obligatory villains. (I have never actually seen an episode all the way through, so this is a rough approximation.) The kids love this, though SteelyKid is starting to go off it a bit, and it must be pretty popular because six weeks ago, the only seats left were literally in the second-to-last-row of the balcony.

Anyway. The show was cheesy but hit all the kid-pleasing notes, and they had a great time. But the thing of note was the end special effect [*], which was the brothers using a "miniaturizer" they'd recovered from the villains: they said they were activating it, fog or lights or something covered their exit, and then when the stage lights came back on, there were stuffed toy versions of the brothers on the stage where they'd been standing. (Which were, of course, for sale outside.)

As the subject line says: SteelyKid (now 6.5) and the Pip (now 3.25) nearly got in a major fight over this, because she saw that they were toys, but he insisted that they'd been miniaturized. Fortunately we were able to distract them before someone started crying over this disagreement.

[*] Prior special effects included "caracal power" of high-jumping using a springboard behind a fake rock, and "orangutan power" of moving through trees by swinging on a big swing coming in from off-stage. Also the process of donning a "creature power suit" was a stage blackout while the actor went off-stage to put on a cloth costume, covered by a super-slow animation on the screen, which made me really grateful for the person who put together all the Iron Man suit sequences into one video to clear the palate.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to listen to something other than the show's theme song to get it out of my head, fold laundry, and then collapse into bed.
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([personal profile] jazzfish Feb. 27th, 2015 07:08 pm)
Words: 838
Total words: 2709
Neat things: I looked at her hands, still dripping from where she'd torn out poor Daltrey's throat. "I hadn't expected to take the riddle quite so literally." "We're a literal people."

Ack. I know what I want to have happen and how I want the ending to come off, and it involves the main character standing around spectating instead of doing something. Which means I now have to figure out what she's going to do and why.

... I think I know what she's going to do and I sort of know why, but not quite why it's necessary. And after I figure that out (and I think that's the last "what's the plot" I have to solve) I get to see whether it makes a story.
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([personal profile] calliopes_pen Feb. 27th, 2015 02:17 pm)
Leonard Nimoy has passed away at the age of 83, after suffering from chest pains a few days ago. It was a result of his long battle with COPD. May he rest in peace. When I was small, I loved watching him as the host of In Search Of, and enjoyed his part in the 1978 version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers. I didn’t truly become acquainted with Star Trek until 2001, aside from a brush with the animated series when it aired on Nickelodeon in the 80’s. Thanks to Me-TV, I recently had the chance to see him on Columbo--and courtesy of FamilyNet, saw him on T.J. Hooker.

Here—in memory of him, have that old (incredibly surreal) Ballad of Bilbo Baggins music video he did, rather than his funeral from Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan. In his memory, I shall watch Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country. Then, I’ll try to track down his Night Gallery episode, as I have never watched the show.