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Dear LiveJournal,

As an internet entity, I have nothing but love for you. Okay, sometimes I think you could use a good scrubbing, but overall I think you're truly splendid.

We really need to talk about this infestation of gremlins you have, though. I know it's not your fault; you can't help it. They're nasty little creatures, aren't they, always delaying my comments and refusing to post my fanfic. Just this morning I woke up to discover I have 200 new comment notifications. And that's with gmail threading.

So LiveJournal, please don't take it personally when I say I loathe your gremlins with the fire of ten thousand suns.

Nothin' but love for ya, babe.

Yours truly,
Sam
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Commentary post-hack: We seem to be making an annual event out of the December Recipe Swap. Fortunately, all of the recipes from the comments of this post were preserved in "The Cookie Book" which is available in pdf here. If the download link no longer works, you can email me or comment with your email address.

aura218 requested a cookie recipe recently and I thought, well, it's getting towards that time of year -- hearty cold-weather food, soups and roasted things and, of course, COOKIES. She offered to swap, in the traditional cookie-exchange fashion, so I decided to post the last two recipes I've had good success with and open comments to recipes in return.

So. Behind the cut are two recipes I've tried and liked; feel free to post your own in return, and if I try them I'll let you know how they came out. Or post a recipe for something else that you associate with this time of year -- hot drinks, cakes, sweet breads (NOT SWEETBREADS), that kind of thing.

All my measurements are imperial. Sorry about that.

( Rum Fudge Cakes and Thumbprint Cookies )

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Yes, hell has frozen over; it's been below freezing where we are since yesterday afternoon.

Texans are FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. It's really funny to watch. "Omg! Don't get in your car! Don't drive! Don't leave the house! BUY LOTS OF CANNED GOODS!"

It hasn't even snowed. At least in Oregon we waited until it snowed before we flipped our shit. Granted, I wouldn't drive in this weather, because there is ice and a distinct lack of trucks spreading sand, but come on. You can still deliver my goddamned mail. Mail trucks go ten miles an hour anyway. It's not even sleet or dark of night!

But it IS a good excuse to wear flannel pyjamas to bed and huddle under lots of blankets at night, which are two things I love to do. Also I get to put Dog in his blue sweater when we go on walks, which he loves. I don't understand him; at the moment he's curled up under a polar fleece blanket and pretending to shiver (yes, I do know when my drama queen of a dog is faking his own death by lack-of-skritches) but when we go outside he acts like he was bred to pull sleds and never wants to come inside again.

I have to go make something hot and mulled now. Scuse me.