#candlmas

   “ IT’S SAD TO KNOW THAT WE ARE NOT ALONE, and it’s sad to know there’s no honest way out. ”

HAPPY IMBOLC OR HAPPY CANDLMAS!

Simple Imbolc Meal

For those witches who have to remain completely closeted, or simply are very busy on Imbolc, this meal is easily foraged from spring greens and grocery foods, and can be made for a solitary lunch or family meal.

This meal actually featured heavily in the French family with whom I lived when I studied abroad in northern France. If they were busy or feeling lazy. This was one of their go-to meals.

The main portion of the meal features dairy/homemade bread which celebrates the saint/goddess Brigid. She who stirs nature, helps bring forth birth, nursing, and the awakening of life—domesticity, fertility, and the sacred hearth are very important for this Sabbath, thus milk, honey, grain stores and spring greens are traditional foods to celebrate Imbolc or Candalmas—representing the first beginnings of spring.

Fresh, homemade bread is easy to make, I use this recipe here, especially if using a bread machine!

Working with yeasts, and other natural rising agents in food, are a great way to connect with elemental air, especially for a kitchen or hearth witch. I make bread every other day and greatly enjoy baking, so this is actually a frequent meal we eat in our house!

The other three ingredients of goat Brie (or cow Brie), fresh rosemary, and honey exchange tasty molecules while under heat in an oven to provide an unexpectedly rich main course that is well balanced by fresh greens.

If you’re in an apartment or do not own your land, be careful when foraging native greens that they are not growing near road or sewage run-offs, but if you are growing in containers or have your own wild space, it may be easier to forage non-grocery store greens.

The earliest edible spring greens that sprout in my region involve Japanese Hawkeye, Chickweed, Dandelion, and my container-grown red leaf kale and nasturtium. The tomatoes in my photo are also from my garden, and are only possible because of my sub-tropical region. They are the last of my Fall tomatoes to survive and ripen indoors before the entire plant froze last week🤦‍♀️

For this recipe you’ll need:

Bread slices (preferably homemade, it just tastes SO much better)

Brie-style cheese (goat, cow, or sheep)

Local honey

Fresh rosemary

Fresh spring greens (earliest spring greens can be: chickweed, chicory, wood Sorel, French Sorel, wild onion leaves, dandelions, Japanese Hawkeye, etc. Domestic greens can be: kale, spinach, lettuce, nasturtium, and baby arugula)

Other local fixings like early berries, tomatoes, squash blossoms, violets, etc.

If you’re a REAL cheese hound, a sprinkle of feta on your salad is tasty

Toast your bread slices with a few wedges of Brie cheese and drizzle of honey for 3 minutes, then add sprigs of rosemary in each wedge for another 7-10 minutes depending on whether you’re cooking in a toaster or conventional oven.

Gather and shred your salad in the mean time.

Easiest meal ever, yet it symbolizes early spring perfectly 🌿🕯🧀🥖🥬

   the boys were lucky enough to earn themselves a day off in massachusetts ( but were they really lucky to be here, of all places? micky wouldn’t say so ) between driving from state to state, half of them seizing the opportunity to knock the fuck out under the fuzzy haze of heat stroke, the other half opting for an adventure. their drummer had wanted to, anyway, and their guitarist happened to be the member deemed easiest-to-convince out of the three. after a suffocating and overcrowded commute that earned the both of them sweat stains, they’ve arrived at their junkie drummer’s place of interest. some salmon witch museum, jaime called it. he was politely corrected; that’s the salem witch museum. he hadn’t heard of it, and quite frankly, he was terrified. terrified and hot. the least he could wish for ( aside from not being possessed upon arrival ) was the museum to be air-conditioned. the air conditioner in their tour bus shat the bed ages ago, and not one of them had the competence to fix it. donovan pretended to know, like he does most things, but to no avail. “sometimes, i think that you set out to traumatize me on purpose. and i’m t—i’m telling,” a stuttered line delivered by their quiet guitarist, ambiguous and open-ended. to that, linus simply places a hand over jaime’s skull with the mentality, if you’re going to act like a kid i’m going to treat you like a kid. he messes with his hair, directing his head around for him in an annoying swooooop back and forth as they make their trek up the stairs to the castle-like building. “yeah, who are you going to tell?”  “i don’t know, probably one of the demons we meet today,” he shoves the older’s hand out of his way. “see, i don’t think that will work—the demons and i have already come to a truce. besides, the ones here are probably wiiiicked cool.”  “do you think they’ll be offended by my shirt?” if this were a movie, the camera would pan straight from jaime’s apathetic face down to his tastefully olive-green shirt with a faded ghostbusters graphic on it. the drummer shrugs. “i think it’s cute.” remember, this is coming from a man that’s wearing a stretched out, worn-out black and white tank top that does absolutely nothing to flatter his form in any way. but perhaps flattering him is an impossible task with his figure—more noodle than man—that screams, i’ve gotten far too comfy on the road. he’s not the one to go to for fashion advice. if donovan were here, he’d tell him to throw on something black with a longer sleeve.

🐶   :   surprise my muse with a puppy.

Whimpering      canine      squirms      as     it’s      placed      ‘ neath      bony     appendages    ,      viridian      hues      wide     &      eardrums      blasted      in     sensory      overload      near     leaving      lycanthrope      to    scream      herself      ——      “      GET      IT      THE     FUCK      AWAY      !!!      ”     porcelain      fangs      grit     ‘ gainst      jaw      whilst      panic     &&      apprehension      floods      sensitive      system.      

4. Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

not really a verbal thing but more than opposite, she sort of keeps sentences short purposely & isn’t that emotionally expressive, this is more of learned behavior. she just learned that people don’t really listen to her for that long & even less to how she feels so just decided not to try. she also has a tendency to just stop mid-idea & get silent. she tries her best to monitor that habit but just sort of one of things that started happening after she came back from the prison world. 

15. Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

bon’s oftern forced to multi-task but is most comfortable when given the space just to focus one task at a time. in fact, she truly enjoys losing herself in a single assignment. she hasn’t had much time to be so singularly focused but that’s one of the few things she appreciated about the prison world was the able to stop & get absorbed in something ( granted she didn’t have much of a choice. ) 

20. If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?