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December 20, 2006

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Mr. Peperium

Poor Butcher. Actually I didn't understand your confusion until I Googled up "Mary Baldwin" and got a website featuring happy-women-of-many-nations and some gasconading about leadership and intellectual development.

I'm afraid you've besmirched the honor of a horse who displayed more bravery and nobility than these multi-culti women could ever imagine, bbravery and honor being passe male obsessions which they will outlaw once we accept their leadership and allow them to develop our intellects.

Robert the Llama Butcher

Actually, as the husband, brother and God-son of proper pink-and-green wearing Sweet Briar ladies, I was just taking a gratuious dig at one of SBC's lesser rivals. They have a reputation for snobbery - may as well enjoy it.

As a matter of fact, my eldest gel recently announced that she wants to attend W&L. I haven't told her about Traveler's ghost yet. Don't know if that would disuade her or not.

Old Dominion Tory

Mr. Llama Butcher,
Thanks for W&L and SBC references. Mrs. Tory is a Sweet Briar graduate--and my VMI Ring Figure date.
With the arrival of ladies at Washington and Lee, cadets now can say they date a "Mink" without drawing odd looks and a long visit with the Chaplain and Commandant.
Mr. Poulos is correct about the charms of Lexington in the summer. It is a different town when Washington and Lee and VMI are not in session.
I'll be incommunicado until next Wednesday. Please accept my best wishes for a most blessed and merry Christmas!
Cheers!

Robert the Llama Butcher

I spent one summer in dear old Metro-Lex in an un-air conditioned apartment in a house on South Jefferson. The then-to-be-Missus (who was doing a tennis camp at UVA) came over to visit the first time, stayed about ten minutes, vanished and reappeared with a window a/c unit in her trunk, refusing to come back into the apartment until I had installed it. (My landlady subsequently started charging me an extra twenty bucks a month on the basis of the electricity the thing used.)

Christine

Homemade...coconut...macaroons...? * Going wobbly at the knees* I adore all things coconut, and most especially, coconut macaroons. Coconut ice cream, too, is lovely. Growing up in Florida I used to devour it by the gallon, but these days can't find the stuff anywhere.

Care to share the recipe for your macaroons?

Mrs. Peperium

Certainly. Thanks for the Tridentine Mass information. I had forgotten that the Cardinal did recently allow the Tridentine to happen at St. Johsaphat's in Detroit.

This is from The Silver Palate and is the simplest yet most delicious cookie, especially if you dip the bottoms in melted chocolate (morsels combined with heavy cream) and dry on wax paper:

1/3 cup all-purpose flour
2 1/2 cups shredded coconut
1/8 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup sweentened condensed milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1. Preheat oven to 350. Line cookies sheets with parment paper or grease them well.
2. Mix flour coconut and salt together in a bowl. Pour in condensed milk and vanilla and stir well to make a thick batter.
3. Drop batter by generous spoonfuls onto cookie sheet allowing an inch of space around cookies. Bake until golden brown 15 to 20 minutes, depending on size. Remove from pan at once and cool on racks.

I also have recipe for a crisp, chewy almond macaroon that is so elegant and delicious, you cannot believe you made it. Though you know you did because it required forearms of steel to pipe it out onto the cookie sheets... I'll try to post before Christmas but now I'm off for groceries...

Misspent

Merry Christmas, everyone.

mandingo

Merry Christmas all!

A Christmas Carol poem by G.K.Chesterton

Make it Snow !

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world's desire.)

The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down

Fiendish

Happy Christmas to all.

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