Fingertwitches

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I CAN’T EVEN

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WHAT

IT MAKES PERFECT (NON)SENSE!

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1 graham cracker pie crust (sure, make your own!)
1/2 package cream cheese
1 small bowl of whipped cream
1 package countrytime pre-mixed lemonade

Mix lemonade-mix and cream cheese.  Fill pie crust!  Top with whipped cream.  FEAST! 

3 medium leeks (clean, slice, dice)
6-8 potatoes (cube or slice)
1 large onion (dice) 
2 cans chicken stock (or equivalent)
salt
pepper
nutmeg
olive oil
thyme
1 carton heavy cream

Cut veggies!  Sautee leeks and onion in the olive oil for a few minutes.  Add potatoes and open stock.  Add stock to pan.  If it doesn’t cover the potatoes, add water until potatoes are covered. Boil 20-30 minutes until the potatoes are tender.  If you’re waiting for someone, wait now!  When ready, add the cream — 3/4 to 1 1/2 cup, or to taste!  Then add salt, pepper, thyme, and nutmeg to taste.  Viola!

2 cups chicken, cooked and diced
2 cups celery, diced 
1 cup mayonnaise
2 tbs grated onion (or diced)
2 tbs lemon juice
1 can water chestnuts, cut (optional) 1/2 cup sliced almonds (optional)
3/4 cup grated cheddar cheese
potato chips, crushed

Mix together all ingredients.  Put in casserole and cover with cheese.  Refrigerate overnight.  Before heating, cover with potato chips.  Bake 325*F, 45 minutes.

Mind, growing up we also had pimiento and a half can of cream of mushroom soup in this, from what I recall, and rather than a few tablespoons of grated onion, we had like, two cups of chopped onion, something similar for chopped red bellpepper, and at least that much in pre-cooked rice.  My mom took my aunt’s recipe and made it a bit of something more than itself. 

What happens when you misinterpret the things your friends are showing you.

She didn’t see dawn break, nor would she have known what to do with it if she had. Looking up from the desk she’d been working at, candle-light flickering, she almost didn’t notice the lightening grays about her head. The lone Templar stuck on night duty stifled a yawn across the room, shifting on his feet. Her guess is it was Ser Umdalt, if he hadn’t interrupted her to speak all evening. He’d also barely moved. Most of the templars at least opted for change-outs to get a chance to piss, with the exception of the Knight-Commander Greagoir.

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