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I'm in a numbers game today. Of the nearly 500 recipes that needed to be checked for the Conflux banquet, only 205 are still to be tested. Of those, 56 are with testers and I'm just waiting for reports. That leaves me having to sort out a mere 149 (on top of the ones I'm already cooking myself, of course) before the end of March.

I find myself almost relieved that we're having a year off from banquetting in 2010, thanks to WorldCon.

ETA: Make that 204 and 55. I just put some lemon jumbles in the oven.

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I told my students today they had to read the less-than-perfect novels out there. Lots of them. It will help their writing.

OK, then I gave them an approach to reading and analysis so that it *will* help their writing. Just for a moment, though, I thoroughly enjoyed the "What the?" looks on their faces.

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I forgot:

- eat much poppyseed
- drink much alcohol
- cross dress
- make religious jokes

Enjoy Purim!

If you're Canberra you can do as much of this as you're comfortable with at my place, on Friday. Actual religious belief kinda irrelevant(you're humouring mine, not admitting to your own). There will be 19th century cakes. The dishes may or may not be washed. My brain may or may not be in gear. It will be fun anyway, because Purim is.

Chag Sameach.


PS If some kind person can remind me how to do a lj cut (I am still viral and just taught a rather intense class - my brain can't cope) I shall give you that Purim story that a couple of you so ardently requested.

PPS Thanks callistra!

PPPS How could I forget the give two types of food (or more) and give to charity. I've only done half the food bit. All the rest is scheduled for tomorrow.

Once upon a time, I had spare moments in my life...

( A kept promise – yay! I wrote this in 1989. And 1988. And 1987 (in Sydney). And 1986 (in London). Originally it had songs. Then one year the friend who wanted to play Mordechai had a sore throat and I did a rapid revision. One day I shall write a brand-new one, where Mordechai is the only one who gets to sing. Fear that day. )

PS I know it is entirely unPC and entirely tasteless and entirely dated. Just in case anyone was thinking of telling me.