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January 16th, 2007, 11:31 PM
I use Knorrs Hollandaise sauce mix and use Becel marg and 1% milk.
I want to make this:
Summer Fruit, Honey, and Hazelnut Crumble
Serves 6
....A baked dessert like this would have been sunk in the embers of the
log fire with a cauldron or pot upturned over it to form a lid...
1 kg (2 1/2 lb) mixed soft summer fruits-- raspberries, loganberries,
strawberries, currants, bilberries or whatever is available
honey or brown sugar to taste
75 g (3 oz) tasted hazelnuts
75 g (3 oz) wholemeal or wholewheat brown breadcrumbs
Put the fruits in a pan or microwave dish with about 20 cm (1 inch)
water in the bottom and cook gently for 10-15 minutes (4-6 minutes in
microwave), or till the fruits are soft without being totally mushy.
Sweeten to taste with honey or brown sugar (Saxons would have used
honey); how much you need will depend on what fruits you have used.
drain the excess juice and save to serve with the pudding. chop the
hazelnuts in a processor or liquidiser until they are almost as fine as
the breadcrumbs, but not quite, then mix the two together. Spoon the
fruit into an ovenproof dish and cover with a thick layer of hazelnuts
and crumbs. Bake in a moderate oven (180C, 350F, Gas Mark 4) for 20 - 30
minutes or till the top is slightly cruncy and browned. Serve with lots
of cream or plain yogurt and the warmed fruit juices.
I use Knorrs Hollandaise sauce mix and use Becel marg and 1% milk.
I want to make this:
Summer Fruit, Honey, and Hazelnut Crumble
Serves 6
....A baked dessert like this would have been sunk in the embers of the
log fire with a cauldron or pot upturned over it to form a lid...
1 kg (2 1/2 lb) mixed soft summer fruits-- raspberries, loganberries,
strawberries, currants, bilberries or whatever is available
honey or brown sugar to taste
75 g (3 oz) tasted hazelnuts
75 g (3 oz) wholemeal or wholewheat brown breadcrumbs
Put the fruits in a pan or microwave dish with about 20 cm (1 inch)
water in the bottom and cook gently for 10-15 minutes (4-6 minutes in
microwave), or till the fruits are soft without being totally mushy.
Sweeten to taste with honey or brown sugar (Saxons would have used
honey); how much you need will depend on what fruits you have used.
drain the excess juice and save to serve with the pudding. chop the
hazelnuts in a processor or liquidiser until they are almost as fine as
the breadcrumbs, but not quite, then mix the two together. Spoon the
fruit into an ovenproof dish and cover with a thick layer of hazelnuts
and crumbs. Bake in a moderate oven (180C, 350F, Gas Mark 4) for 20 - 30
minutes or till the top is slightly cruncy and browned. Serve with lots
of cream or plain yogurt and the warmed fruit juices.
Super Genius
Posts: 1,384
Location: London, Ont. Canada
Location: London, Ont. Canada
January 16th, 2007, 11:32 PM
Cool historical recipes here
http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~mjw/recipes/e...cal/index.html
Cool historical recipes here
http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~mjw/recipes/e...cal/index.html
Les
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January 16th, 2007, 11:34 PM
I never could figure out whether I like Swiss eggs or Benny's eggs better. Anyway, I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay prefer the real deal over the shrub version.
oooooooops. My teenese is slipping, replace "prefer" with "like"
I never could figure out whether I like Swiss eggs or Benny's eggs better. Anyway, I waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay prefer the real deal over the shrub version.
oooooooops. My teenese is slipping, replace "prefer" with "like"
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January 16th, 2007, 11:35 PM
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Ummmm... sounds niam! Never tried it yet, but I certainly will... can I use real eggs instead of subst? Thank you!
Mock Hollandaise Sauce
1 cup liquid egg substitue
1 Tbs Smart Balance Spread (margerine substitute)
1 tsp fresh lemon juice
1/2 tsp Dijion mustard
Dash ground red pepper
In a 1-cup liquid microwavable measure, combine the egg sub. and the spread. Microwave on low (20%) for 1 minute, stirring once halfway through cooking, until the spread is softened.
Stir the lemon juice and mustard into the egg mixture. Microwave on low for 3 minutes, stirring every 30 seconds, until thickened. Stir in the pepper.
If the mixture curdles, transfer to blender and process on low speed for 30 seconds until smooth
Personally? I use the betty crocker recipe and add grande mernie when I have it LOL
1 cup liquid egg substitue
1 Tbs Smart Balance Spread (margerine substitute)
1 tsp fresh lemon juice
1/2 tsp Dijion mustard
Dash ground red pepper
In a 1-cup liquid microwavable measure, combine the egg sub. and the spread. Microwave on low (20%) for 1 minute, stirring once halfway through cooking, until the spread is softened.
Stir the lemon juice and mustard into the egg mixture. Microwave on low for 3 minutes, stirring every 30 seconds, until thickened. Stir in the pepper.
If the mixture curdles, transfer to blender and process on low speed for 30 seconds until smooth
Personally? I use the betty crocker recipe and add grande mernie when I have it LOL
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January 16th, 2007, 11:39 PM
you mean like this?
Apple Crisp:
Topping
1/2 cup butter (1 stick)
3/4 cup flour
1 cup sugar
put it in a ziplock bag and knead together till crumbly.(great therapy)
Prep the dutch oven by smearing butter ALL over the inside of pan and lid.
Core enough apples to fill oven to about an inch from the top. We always mix the apples ie gala, macs, and a couple granny smiths for texture and tart. Mix the apples with as much cinnamon as you like. We don't peel the apples, you can if you like. Sprinkle crumbs on top (they are actually more like nuggets)
I can't tell you how many briquets to put on top or below. I usually use the coals from wood campfire. But, I am willing to bet its about the same as the cobbler. And the timing is about the same. 35-40 min. Bubbling and smell create the same effect.
I hope you enjoy this in good health.
Whipped cream is good on top.
Also, vanilla ice cream(the kind with the vanilla bean specks) is good too.
you mean like this?
Apple Crisp:
Topping
1/2 cup butter (1 stick)
3/4 cup flour
1 cup sugar
put it in a ziplock bag and knead together till crumbly.(great therapy)
Prep the dutch oven by smearing butter ALL over the inside of pan and lid.
Core enough apples to fill oven to about an inch from the top. We always mix the apples ie gala, macs, and a couple granny smiths for texture and tart. Mix the apples with as much cinnamon as you like. We don't peel the apples, you can if you like. Sprinkle crumbs on top (they are actually more like nuggets)
I can't tell you how many briquets to put on top or below. I usually use the coals from wood campfire. But, I am willing to bet its about the same as the cobbler. And the timing is about the same. 35-40 min. Bubbling and smell create the same effect.
I hope you enjoy this in good health.
Whipped cream is good on top.
Also, vanilla ice cream(the kind with the vanilla bean specks) is good too.
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January 16th, 2007, 11:43 PM
Sorry heres the att.
Sorry heres the att.
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January 16th, 2007, 11:45 PM
I forgot to type the stats give me a sec
Sabine Im not sure how the messurements transfer.
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Your mock sauce sounds close to real thing. The real thing is not even cooked. If it does it gets tossed.
I forgot to type the stats give me a sec
Sabine Im not sure how the messurements transfer.
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January 16th, 2007, 11:50 PM
LOL but what a way to go eh? The apple crisp recipe is a family recipe its something my Mom created for camping trips. The att is a pic of it when I birthed my drums
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selfactivated... you're killing me softly with your cooking recepies... Thanks!
LOL but what a way to go eh? The apple crisp recipe is a family recipe its something my Mom created for camping trips. The att is a pic of it when I birthed my drums
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January 16th, 2007, 11:59 PM
Sabine? What does Niam mean? Because I know a story of a golden haired Princess named Niam.
Sabine? What does Niam mean? Because I know a story of a golden haired Princess named Niam.
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January 17th, 2007, 12:00 AM
Not even gonna ask.
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.......when I birthed my drums
Not even gonna ask.
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It happened that on a misty summer morning as Finn and Oisin with many companions were hunting on the shores of Loch Lena they saw coming towards them a maiden, exceedingly beautiful, riding on a snow-white steed. She wore the garb of a queen; a crown of gold was on her head, and a dark-brown mantle of silk, set with stars of red gold, fell around her and trailed on the ground. Silver shoes were on her horse's hoofs, and a crest of gold nodded on his head. When she came near she said to Finn, "From very far away I have come, and now at last I have found you, Finn son of Cumhal."
Then Finn said, "What is your land and race, maiden, and what do you seek from me?
"My name," she said, "is Niam of the Golden Hair. I am the daughter of the King of the Land of Youth, and that which has brought me here is the love of your son Oisin." Then she turned to Oisin, and she spoke to him in the voice of one who has never asked anything but it was granted to her.
"Will you go with me, Oisin, to my father's land?"
And Oisin said, "That will I, and to the world's end," for the fairy spell had so wrought upon his heart that he cared no more for any earthly thing but to have the love of Niam of the Head of Gold.
Then the maiden spoke of the Land Oversea to which she had summoned her lover, and as she spoke a dreamy stillness fell on all things, nor did a horse shake his bit, nor a hound bay, nor the least breath of wind stir in the forest trees till she had made an end. And what she said seemed sweeter and more wonderful as she spoke it than anything they could afterwards remember to have heard, but so far as they could remember it it was this:
Yet what befell him afterwards is known. As his birth was strange, so was his end, for he saw the wonders of the Land of Youth with mortal eyes and lived to tell them with mortal lips.
The Journey to Fairyland
When the white horse with its riders reached the sea it ran lightly over the waves, and soon the green woods and headlands of Erin faded out of sight. And now the sun shone fiercely down, and the riders passed into a golden haze in which Oisin lost all knowledge of where he was or if sea or dry land were beneath his horse's hoofs. But strange sights sometimes appeared to them in the mist, for towers and palace gateways loomed up and disappeared, and once a hornless doe bounded by them chased by a white hound with one red ear; and again they saw a young maid ride by on a brown steed, bearing a golden apple in her hand, and close behind her followed a young horseman on a white steed, a purple cloak floating at his back and a gold-hilted sword in his hand. And Oisin would have asked the princess who and what these apparitions were, but Niam bade him ask nothing nor seem to notice any phantom they might see until they were come to the Land of Youth.
Oisin's Return
The story goes on to tell how Oisin met with various adventures in the Land of Youth, including the rescue of an imprisoned princess from a Fomorian giant. But at last, after what seemed to him a sojourn of three weeks in the Land of Youth, he was satiated with delights of every kind, and longed to visit his native land again and to see his old comrades. He promised to return when he had done so, and Niam gave him the white fairy steed that had borne him across the sea to Fairyland, but charged him that when he had reached the Land of Erin again he must never alight from its back nor touch the soil of the earthly world with his foot, or the way of return to the Land of Youth would be barred to him for ever. Oisin then set forth, and once more crossed the mystic ocean, finding himself at last on the western shores of Ireland. Here he made at once for the Hill of Allen, where the dun of Finn was wont to be, but marveled, as he traversed the woods, that he met no sign of the Fian hunters and at the small size of the folk whom he saw tilling the ground.
At length, coming from the forest path into the great clearing where the Hill of Allen was wont to rise, broad and green, with its rampart enclosing many white-walled dwellings, and the great hall towering high in the midst, he saw but grassy mounds overgrown with rank weeds and whin bushes, and among them pastured a peasant's kine. Then a strange horror fell upon him and he thought some enchantment from the land of Sidhe held his eyes and mocked him with false visions. He threw his arms abroad and shouted the names of Finn and Oscar, but none replied, and he thought that perchance the hounds might hear him, so he cried upon Bran and Skolawn and strained his ears if they might catch the faintest rustle or whisper of the world from the sight of which his eyes were holden, but he heard only the sighing of the wind in the whins. Then he rode in terror from that place, setting his face towards the eastern sea, for he meant to traverse Ireland from side to side and end to end in search of some escape from his enchantment
The Broken Spell
But when he came near to the eastern sea, and was now in the place which is called the Valley of the Thrushes,[1] he saw in a field upon the hillside a crowd of men striving to roll aside a great boulder from their tilled land, and an overseer directing them. Towards them he rode, meaning to ask them concerning Finn and the Fianna. As he came near they all stopped their work to gaze upon him, for to them he appeared like a messenger of the Fairy Folk or an angel from heaven. Taller and mightier he was than the men-folk they knew, with sword-blue eyes and brown, ruddy cheeks ; in his mouth, as it were, a shower of pearls, and bright hair clustered beneath the rim of his helmet. And as Oisin looked upon their puny forms, marred by toil and care, and at the stone which they feebly strove to heave from its bed, he was filled with pity, and thought to himself, "Not such were even the churls of Erin when I left them for the Land of Youth " and he stooped from his saddle to help them. He set his hand to the boulder, and with a mighty heave he lifted it from where it lay and set it rolling down the hill. And the men raised a shout of wonder and applause; but their shouting changed in a moment into cries of terror and dismay, and they fled, jostling and overthrowing each other to escape from the place of fear, for a marvel horrible to see had taken place. For Oisin's saddlegirth had burst as he heaved the stone and he fell headlong to the ground. In an instant the white steed had vanished from their eyes like a wreath of mist, and that which rose, feeble and staggering, from the ground was no youthful warrior, but a man stricken with extreme old age, white-bearded and withered, who stretched out groping hands and moaned with feeble and bitter cries. And his crimson cloak and yellow silken tunic were now but coarse homespun stuff tied with a hempen girdle, and the gold-hilted sword was a rough oaken staff such as a beggar carries who wanders the roads from farmer's house to house.
When the people saw that the doom that had been wrought was not for them they returned, and found the old man prone on the ground with his face hidden in his arms. So they lifted him up, and asked who he was and what had befallen him. Oisin gazed round on them with dim eyes, and at last he said, "I was Oisin the son of Finn, and I pray you tell me where he dwells, for his dun on the Hill of Allen is now a desolation, and I have neither seen him nor heard his hunting-horn from the western to the eastern sea." Then the men gazed strangely on each other and on Oisin, and the overseer asked, "Of what Finn do you speak, for there be many of that name in Erin?" Oisin said, "Surely of Finn mac Cumhal mac Trenmor, captain of the Fianna of Erin." Then the overseer said, "You are daft, old man, and you have made us daft to take you for a youth as we did a while ago. But we at least have now our wits again and we know that Finn son of Cumhal and all his generation have been dead these three hundred years. At the battle of Gowra fell Oscar, son of Oisin, and Finn at the battle of Brea, as the historians tell us; and the lays of Oisin, whose death no man knows the manner of, are sung by our harpers at great men's feasts. But now the Talkenn,[2] Patrick has come into Ireland and has preached to us the One God and Christ His Son, by whose might these old days and ways are done away with; and Finn and his Fianna, with their feasting and hunting and songs of war and of love, have no such reverence among us as the monks and virgins of Holy Patrick, and the psalms and prayers that go up daily to cleanse us from sin and to save us from the fire of judgment." But Oisin replied, only half hearing and still less comprehending what was said to him, "If your God has slain Finn and Oscar, I would say that God is a strong man." Then they all cried out upon him, and some picked up stones, but the overseer bade them let him be until the Talkenn had spoken with him, and till he should order what was to be done.
From Celtic Myths and Legends, by T. W. Rolletson (Senate, 1994). Some style editing has been done to make this version more readily accessible.
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It happened that on a misty summer morning as Finn and Oisin with many companions were hunting on the shores of Loch Lena they saw coming towards them a maiden, exceedingly beautiful, riding on a snow-white steed. She wore the garb of a queen; a crown of gold was on her head, and a dark-brown mantle of silk, set with stars of red gold, fell around her and trailed on the ground. Silver shoes were on her horse's hoofs, and a crest of gold nodded on his head. When she came near she said to Finn, "From very far away I have come, and now at last I have found you, Finn son of Cumhal."
Then Finn said, "What is your land and race, maiden, and what do you seek from me?
"My name," she said, "is Niam of the Golden Hair. I am the daughter of the King of the Land of Youth, and that which has brought me here is the love of your son Oisin." Then she turned to Oisin, and she spoke to him in the voice of one who has never asked anything but it was granted to her.
"Will you go with me, Oisin, to my father's land?"
And Oisin said, "That will I, and to the world's end," for the fairy spell had so wrought upon his heart that he cared no more for any earthly thing but to have the love of Niam of the Head of Gold.
Then the maiden spoke of the Land Oversea to which she had summoned her lover, and as she spoke a dreamy stillness fell on all things, nor did a horse shake his bit, nor a hound bay, nor the least breath of wind stir in the forest trees till she had made an end. And what she said seemed sweeter and more wonderful as she spoke it than anything they could afterwards remember to have heard, but so far as they could remember it it was this:
"Delightful is the land beyond all dreams,As the magic song ended the Fians beheld Oisin mount the fairy steed and hold the maiden in his arms, and ere they could stir or speak she turned her horse's head and shook the ringing bridle, and down the forest glade they fled, as a beam of light flies over the land when clouds drive across the sun; and never did the Fianna behold Oisin son of Finn on earth again.
Fairer than anything your eyes have ever seen.
There all the year the fruit is on the tree,
And all the year the bloom is on the flower.
"There with wild honey drip the forest trees;
The stores of wine and mead shall never fail.
Nor pain nor sickness knows the dweller there,
Death and decay come near him never more.
"The feast shall cloy not, nor the chase shall tire,
Nor music cease for ever through the hall;
The gold and jewels of the Land of Youth
Outshine all splendors ever dreamed by man.
"You will have horses of the fairy breed,
You will have hounds that can outrun the wind;
A hundred chiefs shall follow you in war,
A hundred maidens sing thee to your sleep. "A crown of sovereignty your brow shall wear,
And by your side a magic blade shall hang,
And you will be lord of all the Land of Youth,
And lord of Niam of the Head of Gold."
Yet what befell him afterwards is known. As his birth was strange, so was his end, for he saw the wonders of the Land of Youth with mortal eyes and lived to tell them with mortal lips.
The Journey to Fairyland
When the white horse with its riders reached the sea it ran lightly over the waves, and soon the green woods and headlands of Erin faded out of sight. And now the sun shone fiercely down, and the riders passed into a golden haze in which Oisin lost all knowledge of where he was or if sea or dry land were beneath his horse's hoofs. But strange sights sometimes appeared to them in the mist, for towers and palace gateways loomed up and disappeared, and once a hornless doe bounded by them chased by a white hound with one red ear; and again they saw a young maid ride by on a brown steed, bearing a golden apple in her hand, and close behind her followed a young horseman on a white steed, a purple cloak floating at his back and a gold-hilted sword in his hand. And Oisin would have asked the princess who and what these apparitions were, but Niam bade him ask nothing nor seem to notice any phantom they might see until they were come to the Land of Youth.
Oisin's Return
The story goes on to tell how Oisin met with various adventures in the Land of Youth, including the rescue of an imprisoned princess from a Fomorian giant. But at last, after what seemed to him a sojourn of three weeks in the Land of Youth, he was satiated with delights of every kind, and longed to visit his native land again and to see his old comrades. He promised to return when he had done so, and Niam gave him the white fairy steed that had borne him across the sea to Fairyland, but charged him that when he had reached the Land of Erin again he must never alight from its back nor touch the soil of the earthly world with his foot, or the way of return to the Land of Youth would be barred to him for ever. Oisin then set forth, and once more crossed the mystic ocean, finding himself at last on the western shores of Ireland. Here he made at once for the Hill of Allen, where the dun of Finn was wont to be, but marveled, as he traversed the woods, that he met no sign of the Fian hunters and at the small size of the folk whom he saw tilling the ground.
At length, coming from the forest path into the great clearing where the Hill of Allen was wont to rise, broad and green, with its rampart enclosing many white-walled dwellings, and the great hall towering high in the midst, he saw but grassy mounds overgrown with rank weeds and whin bushes, and among them pastured a peasant's kine. Then a strange horror fell upon him and he thought some enchantment from the land of Sidhe held his eyes and mocked him with false visions. He threw his arms abroad and shouted the names of Finn and Oscar, but none replied, and he thought that perchance the hounds might hear him, so he cried upon Bran and Skolawn and strained his ears if they might catch the faintest rustle or whisper of the world from the sight of which his eyes were holden, but he heard only the sighing of the wind in the whins. Then he rode in terror from that place, setting his face towards the eastern sea, for he meant to traverse Ireland from side to side and end to end in search of some escape from his enchantment
The Broken Spell
But when he came near to the eastern sea, and was now in the place which is called the Valley of the Thrushes,[1] he saw in a field upon the hillside a crowd of men striving to roll aside a great boulder from their tilled land, and an overseer directing them. Towards them he rode, meaning to ask them concerning Finn and the Fianna. As he came near they all stopped their work to gaze upon him, for to them he appeared like a messenger of the Fairy Folk or an angel from heaven. Taller and mightier he was than the men-folk they knew, with sword-blue eyes and brown, ruddy cheeks ; in his mouth, as it were, a shower of pearls, and bright hair clustered beneath the rim of his helmet. And as Oisin looked upon their puny forms, marred by toil and care, and at the stone which they feebly strove to heave from its bed, he was filled with pity, and thought to himself, "Not such were even the churls of Erin when I left them for the Land of Youth " and he stooped from his saddle to help them. He set his hand to the boulder, and with a mighty heave he lifted it from where it lay and set it rolling down the hill. And the men raised a shout of wonder and applause; but their shouting changed in a moment into cries of terror and dismay, and they fled, jostling and overthrowing each other to escape from the place of fear, for a marvel horrible to see had taken place. For Oisin's saddlegirth had burst as he heaved the stone and he fell headlong to the ground. In an instant the white steed had vanished from their eyes like a wreath of mist, and that which rose, feeble and staggering, from the ground was no youthful warrior, but a man stricken with extreme old age, white-bearded and withered, who stretched out groping hands and moaned with feeble and bitter cries. And his crimson cloak and yellow silken tunic were now but coarse homespun stuff tied with a hempen girdle, and the gold-hilted sword was a rough oaken staff such as a beggar carries who wanders the roads from farmer's house to house.
When the people saw that the doom that had been wrought was not for them they returned, and found the old man prone on the ground with his face hidden in his arms. So they lifted him up, and asked who he was and what had befallen him. Oisin gazed round on them with dim eyes, and at last he said, "I was Oisin the son of Finn, and I pray you tell me where he dwells, for his dun on the Hill of Allen is now a desolation, and I have neither seen him nor heard his hunting-horn from the western to the eastern sea." Then the men gazed strangely on each other and on Oisin, and the overseer asked, "Of what Finn do you speak, for there be many of that name in Erin?" Oisin said, "Surely of Finn mac Cumhal mac Trenmor, captain of the Fianna of Erin." Then the overseer said, "You are daft, old man, and you have made us daft to take you for a youth as we did a while ago. But we at least have now our wits again and we know that Finn son of Cumhal and all his generation have been dead these three hundred years. At the battle of Gowra fell Oscar, son of Oisin, and Finn at the battle of Brea, as the historians tell us; and the lays of Oisin, whose death no man knows the manner of, are sung by our harpers at great men's feasts. But now the Talkenn,[2] Patrick has come into Ireland and has preached to us the One God and Christ His Son, by whose might these old days and ways are done away with; and Finn and his Fianna, with their feasting and hunting and songs of war and of love, have no such reverence among us as the monks and virgins of Holy Patrick, and the psalms and prayers that go up daily to cleanse us from sin and to save us from the fire of judgment." But Oisin replied, only half hearing and still less comprehending what was said to him, "If your God has slain Finn and Oscar, I would say that God is a strong man." Then they all cried out upon him, and some picked up stones, but the overseer bade them let him be until the Talkenn had spoken with him, and till he should order what was to be done.
From Celtic Myths and Legends, by T. W. Rolletson (Senate, 1994). Some style editing has been done to make this version more readily accessible.
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January 17th, 2007, 12:12 AM
"Niam" means "Yummy" in some language... Niam-niam (very-very tasty)
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Sabine? What does Niam mean? Because I know a story of a golden haired Princess named Niam.
"Niam" means "Yummy" in some language... Niam-niam (very-very tasty)
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January 17th, 2007, 12:15 AM
ahhh I see here I was thinking Godess was sending me an Italian Godess to share recipies with LOL
ahhh I see here I was thinking Godess was sending me an Italian Godess to share recipies with LOL
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January 18th, 2007, 01:48 AM
What's this taking a break from your thread? Actually dinning alone?
I need to buy one of those vacuum sealer thingys. I noticed a lot of frost and some freezer burn in my freezer last night. I got to quit buying stuff and see about making a real dent in what's in there.
What's this taking a break from your thread? Actually dinning alone?
I need to buy one of those vacuum sealer thingys. I noticed a lot of frost and some freezer burn in my freezer last night. I got to quit buying stuff and see about making a real dent in what's in there.
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January 18th, 2007, 01:54 AM
I figured I was talking to much so Id hush a bit.
Rotate your stock on a regular basis I find that helps a lot.
I figured I was talking to much so Id hush a bit.
Rotate your stock on a regular basis I find that helps a lot.
