( Merlin 1x13 spoilers, squeeing and swearing. )

Yesterday was my favourite holiday. I spent all day eating chocolate and marzipan, and singing 'Escalade' songs.
Basically, we're celebrating how Geneva kicked our French neighbours' asses back in 1602. And victory was secured by a matron who poured burning soup over French soldiers. Yay for women.

We also dress up, but, as usual, I arrived in ( Read more... )

lalalalala

I've just had the most wonderful supper.

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à la carte:

A pudding-like shape of roquefort, bacon and apple, cooked and served on a bed of lettuce and decorated with blacurrant syrup

Roladen stuffed with bread, pickles, oignons
Red Beet
Enormous gnocchis

White chocolate ice cream with raspberry syrup

A chocolate-covered prune confit

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My sister totally just freaked out at me for seemingly no reason. First she said she had a headache. Then she blamed the food, saying she was fucking tired of it always being the same and it being fucking bland all of the time. But I know that's not it. I've see that she has this systematic approach when something is really bothering her; but she ( Read more... )