Well, it’s all uploaded, and I’ve managed to turn it purple and grey. Right now, that’s an achievement! I can’t get it to import blog posts at the moment; I don’t know why.
Ideally, I want it to look like the old website. Eventually. Help is muchly appreciated!
I dreamt Riptide had accepted Exoticism, except they’d changed their name and used a completely different story of mine. One I wrote when I was about thirteen (if I could remember which, I’d dig it out again). Also, I was on a train that stopped at a wet and grey seaside town, and there was some kind of mystery. Then I dreamt I missed my dentist appointment and he was very angry.
Mostly, though, I was disappointed that I only dreamt about the Riptide acceptance, and that it’s going to be some weeks yet before I can even think about hearing back from them.
Anyway, this week I’ve got two recipes for Egg Pie from Court Cookery. It’s a nice example of how period cookey books group recipes. Sometimes you’ll get several near-identical versions of the same recipe, sometimes you’ll get some completely different recipes under the same name. This is an example of the latter.
Again, not a Friday. This week’s excuse is that I was in Birmingham, watching P!nk to her funhouse show. It was actual my first ever concert (I saw Sandi Thom live before she was big, in an arts centre theatre; there were little round tables and glass of wine and candles and it was all incredibly civilised). Brilliant. She is unexpectedly small to contain such a large voice, and very acrobatic. Raygun opened, who were very good, and whose frontman apparently wants to be Mick Jagger when he grows up.
Next week, I’m going to see Chicago, so it’ll be a late post, and the week after that it’s The History Boys. I seem to have developed not so much a social life as a culture life.
Anyway, back to eggs.
My favourite way to do eggs is poached. Like many foods, this is partly because I didn’t have poached eggs until quite late on – I think I was 16. This isn’t true – I had poached eggs before then, I know, because my mother has an egg poacher – but it’s the first time I remember, and I associate them with deep indulgence. As a final family holiday, we’d managed to get cheap tickets on a cruise, and Eggs Benedict was one of the breakfast options. Addicted. Yum.
Poaching eggs is a bit of an art, especially if you don’t own an egg poacher. I’ve had to experiment a lot, and I still don’t get them perfect each time.
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Adding to the Google Bomb. For those who don’t know, Amazon has delisted (nearly)* all GLBT books, fictional and non-fictional, from its ranks because it’s declared them Adult.
I read the blogs of several agents and publishers, many of whom have already picked this up. I think that’s going to be what makes the difference, really; authors whose books have disappeared. Books have been disappearing since February, but there seems to have been a mass pull recently. I’m thinking Amazon has been pulling books in response to complaints for a while, and have decided it’d be quicker to just pull everything tagged Erotica and GLBT, which means they’ve overlooked things like Playboy books and homophobic manuals that wouldn’t use the term GLBT while accidentally picking up kids non-fiction and fairly tame romance novels.
If you’re looking for an alternative online bookstore, can I point you towards Better World Books, which sells new and secondhand books, supports literacy charities in the third world, and is even carbon neutral. There’s a postage charge outside of the US, but otherwise is does everything bookwise that Amazon does.
*Heather Has Two Mommies has gone, but not A Parent’s Guide To Preventing Homosexuality. Hmm…
I think being late is something of a permanent pattern. Oh well.
This month’s theme is Eggs. Very appropriate right now. Today, you get two recipes inspired by from Mrs Beeton, because I can’t stand recipes that only use either whites or yolks and give you no suggestion what to do with what’s left.
