Alien Tea Shoppe

These recipes are only a few years old in our family, but have quickly become favourites that me make again and again. There is a book my sister received a few years back,  Being Dead Is No Excuse: The Official Southern Ladies Guide To Hosting The Perfect Funeral .  It seems odd to outlanders, but in the south we like to feed people.  Other places don't understand it, they simply see us shoving food at each other as our waistlines grow larger.  The Civil War had a direct impact on food for southerners; everyone, black and white.  As the losing side, food became scarce in the latter years of the war, to becoming almost nonexistent post war.  The south knows what it is to starve and it is so ingrained in us that our entire culture is nothing but food.  You came over for a visit, let me feed you.  You lost a loved one, let me feed you.  You just moved in, let me feed you.  You have no food, let me feed you.  Your boyfriend broke up ...

Die Ermittlung hat einen Skandal aufgedeckt. (The investigation revealed a scandal)  It certainly did... Those video tapes we watched, they were an investigation.  They were tools we needed for learning; for remembering.  For finding the truth, setting it free; starting over, rebuilding. Strange that my email language of the day has been absent for quite some time.  I hadn't realized until the first one, this one, showed up again in my email; prior to watching the videos that have set my soul free. "It's almost perfect", you said of this shrine you made for your childhood self.  It was almost perfect.  You decided that this little haunted room, with a little haunted girl would be the perfect way to heal what was done to you.  You tried to squash the girl out; turn her into you; recreating the past to heal the wounds.  But that girl, she was strong.  When the tipping point was in your favour, she did the unexpected; she tipped the sc...

Ever since I was a small child, probably my earliest memory being either at age 2 or 3, I have been interested in foreign languages. I would go about the house, saying "Ja, ja Gutentag, Gutentag, ja!" They were words no one had taught me, yet they were swimming around in my brain & I absolutely adored how they sounded.  So I would just walk around repeating them in various ways until my entire family one day told me to shut it.  I was three years old.  My father wouldn't relay his German phrases to me until I was eight, & even then those were only, "Kommen Sie heir!", "Halt!" & the numbers 1 - 10.  He never once uttered 'yes' or 'good day', which is what I was constantly repeating as a child. Also, in my baby time, my mother hired a university student to watch my sister & I.  She was from Scotland, but was learning Russian.  I am told that when not speaking normally (which would have sounded fantastical & wonderf...