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    Myr

    Posted · Edited by AC Benus

    Zug is a fascinating word in German. Meanings range from "puff" (like a locomotive), to wanderer, to tractor as a verb. Appears in Zugvogel as migratory bird.

    In the senses of traveler, migration, one a bit lost, etc., I wonder if way back in the mists of language trees, Zug was related to the familiar-in-English Latinate prefix fug. As in fugitive.  

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    Myr

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    8 hours ago, CarlHoliday said:

    The 1st century Latin poet Martial says that ientaculum occurred between 3:00 and 4:00 in the morning. While the 16th century French classical scholar Claudius Salmasius (Claude Saumaise) says it occurred between 9:00 and 10:00. Frankly, I'm putting my money on the poet from Ancient Rome who enjoyed his bread, cheese, olives, salad, nuts, raisins, and cold meat topped off with a mixture of wine, honey, and aromatic spices in the wee hours of the morning over some French dude who went around using his pen name. I've known some Claudes in my life from a great-uncle who used his middle name, an Air Force pilot who pronounced it like those puffy things floating in the sky, and a guy from South Dakota who pronounced it as if it rhymed with "dud".

    The three or four would mean the 3rd or 4th hour of sunlight, as Romans divided the light and dark parts of the day into 12 equal "hours", which were not fixed. So 3 or 4 hours after sunrise might still be when many eat their breakfast nowadays  

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    Myr

    Posted · Edited by AC Benus

    8 hours ago, drpaladin said:

    From the Latin drupa, meaning overripe olive.

    Interesting, but it's from 18th century botanical Latin -- or so the OED tells me. The word also gets applied to blackberries, raspberries and such (little bunches of fruit-ettes with the seed inside each segment)

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    Myr

    Posted · Edited by AC Benus

    frangipani (Italian) is actually the original pastry cream (or, crem pat, as Brits like to call it, hehe), and is thickened with a fine almond meal instead of the later, cheaper-to-use, flour. Or the common pastry cream today you'll encounter in donut shops thickened with corn starch. The pani means cream, as in panna cotta (cooked cream).

    Catherine de' Medici is credited with bringing frangipani (FRANG-gee-pahn-nee) to France in the 16th century (although, naturally, it would have been her chefs who achieved this honor), and the French promptly spelled it wrong as frangipane (frAn-JEE-pan). But it remains to this day as one of the glories of le grand cuisine classic, wonderfully paired with fruit in tarts, such as poires Bourdaloue    

     

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    Here's one I baked last year, right around this time

     

     

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    Cia

    Guess the Secret Author!

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    I'm thinking @W_L for either The Egg Stone or Unchained . . . .

    And @Cole Matthews for River City, AND I guess the river in question is the Mississippi ;)

    And @drsawzall for Searching for God . . . .

    And maybe @Comicality for The Case of Cloud Rider . . . .

    Maybe @astone2292 for Adrift . . . .

    Perhaps @Mrsgnomie for Learned to Lie . . . 

    Mayhaps @Myr for Life of a Pet . . . .

    And @Valkyrie for Baring My Soul . . . .

    I think that's all of them, although given in dribs and drabs :)

     

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    Myr

    Posted · Edited by AC Benus

    Oh, @raven1 ;), dear friend, you have never had baked quince -- with brown sugar and raisins -- from my kitchen! You have not spooned my syruped golden cubes of quince over vanilla ice cream. Nor sat to have my Spanish braise of rabbit cooked with with membrillo :)  (never it call it "cheese" -- that's just ugly)

    But the comments here set me off to the heights of rebuttals' fancy, which means, poetry! Savor or hold your nose, because here's my ode to the first glory of Eden's garden.

     

    With fragrance like before the Fall,

    Ripe Quince rival the Taj Mahal.

     

    Membrillo lush, to cut and cook with hare,

    Slices of heaven, human-made,

    What delights the first forbidden fruit snare

    Against dull apples by compare.

     

    Our very word for marmalade,

    Though forgotten by fickle fate,

    Is homage to the dear quince paid;

    It shall succumb to no one’s shade.

     

    Candied, set as a sugared mate,

    Each cake bow down in fruity awe

    To be amongst that potentate,

    And have its Grace to celebrate.

     

    In my kitchen now, one may draw

    The scent of paradise from them,

    Foreshadowing some divine law,

    Till mankind fix its every flaw.

     

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    wildone

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    On 4/23/2023 at 5:24 PM, Cia said:

    All of the anthologies that were submitted to site staff by the deadline were published with the event to date in the 3 weeks of planned blog announcements, plus this week's Wrap Up which will review the overall event. Authors are always welcome to publish their works afterward and mention they were intended for the event if they didn't meet the deadline, word counts, etc... however. 

    @Valkyrie

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