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One of my favourite easy dinners is boiling pasta and green vegetables of some kind in one pot - green beans and frozen peas are great because they take hardly any prep - then draining it all and smothering it with pesto. Plus possibly extra cheese/pine nuts if you so wish. One pot, takes 15mins tops, and tasty to boot. Make double and it's great cold the next day.
sophie, omg, it’s been forever and a half O.o how are youuuuu, my favourite owl? also thank you for this. I will definitely give this a go because it sounds super easy and also doesn’t cause me to be smelly like curries do, lol. but I’m trying to figure out if I can work chicken into this somehow because I neeeeeed meat. idk if it would work, tho, just because idk if you’re meant to boil chicken, lol. but this does sound fab. will def try it sometime <3
Hey, thanks for the advice! I’ve been looking into learning more/getting a lesson on basic maintenance, but I only just recently graduated and hadn’t had many opportunities to do so beforehand with college work :(
I can usually fix pretty minor issues with springs/screws, but being able to get a little more experience under my hands would be great- I’m gonna try to get in contact with one of my previous teachers if possible, since I know at least one of them has done repairs.
@theowlet thank you, lovely. I know, I've been writing a long time now, but I just feel so meh after reading some fic that totally made me feel like I couldn't top it, if that makes sense. so now I feel like anything I write won't measure up or be anywhere near as good as that fic and I wonder - what's the point, when I won't even get the validation given half the time my fic doesn't even show up in the tags? but don't worry, I'm sure it's just me being in a post exam funk. I'll get out of it eventually ;)
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It has been far too long. The whole degree thing kind of took over :3 I was really really glad to find you still around when I came back to tumblr. If I wanted meat with that, I'd use precooked stuff
I know what that’s like, lol. I’m in my final year and literally dying. I’m glad you’re still around too! apart from jess and croll and lily and julia and pooja and jamie, I’ve lost touch with the rest of the mnff crew, sadly. but that’s what happens when you migrate fandoms. I left the spn fandom and joined the arrow/flash fandom and am now obsessed with all things dc. plus now I know how to make gifs :D (I do tag everything, though, so hopefully my dc stuff won’t clutter up your dash too much.) tbh I’m surprised you still knew it was me with the url change(s), lol.
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Meep, pressed that by accident... I'd use precooked stuff, but idk if there's halal stuff easily available like that. Take care of yourself <3
about the meat. you’re right, it’s v difficult to find precooked halal meat. but I can totally see if my tesco does anything. :) thanks again!
Title: Ginny's Gift
Prompt: Holly and HP (from theowlet - my lovely Sophie)
Word Count: 588
A/N: I have cheated a little with this - sorry, Sophie my love - because this is an old drabble (from 2008 - wowzers) which I have revamped and added lots of holly. (runs away)
There was a loud crack heard in the garden as two figures suddenly appeared. Ginny was looking flustered and Harry exasperated, especially as he’d landed badly and was currently fighting off the branches of a holly bush.
“Can you explain, Ginny, just why I’ve given up my free day to come here, when we could be tucked up on the sofa together at Grimmauld Place?” he asked, scowling as a particularly prickly holly leaf embedded itself in his sleeve.
Ginny sighed, but leant over and gave him a kiss. “You know why, Harry. You also know that I’d rather be at Grimmauld Place alone with you than here at Shell Cottage, but Mum was insistent.”
“Why does Molly think we can succeed when she’s failed?” he asked. “If Fleur is determined to spend Christmas by herself, then why are we interfering?”
“Merlin, don’t you understand anything?” said Ginny, rolling her eyes. “It’s Victoire’s first Christmas and she’s the first Weasley grandchild. Personally, I think it’s odd that Fleur doesn’t want any help, with Bill away in Egypt.”
Harry refrained from saying that Fleur knew exactly how to get hold of them if she needed help, and could always ask her own mother for help if necessary because Ginny had that glint in her eyes, the one that reminded him strongly of Molly at her most adamant. Instead, he followed Ginny to the door.
“Fleur,” shouted Ginny. “It’s Ginny and Harry. Can we come in?”
“Oui,” said a faint voice.
They walked into the living room. On the sofa, Fleur sat cradling Victoire in her arms.
“Shush!” whispered Fleur, “I’m trying to get ‘er to sleep.”
“Oh,” said Ginny quietly. “We’ve just come to bring Victoire an early Christmas present.”
Fleur looked at them, then grinned. “It does not matter, I am sure Victoire would rather see ‘er aunt and almost-uncle, than waste ‘er time sleeping. But, ‘Arry, you ‘ave somesing sticking out of your ‘air.”
Ginny grinned back “ It’s a holly leaf,” she said, giggling. “Savoiur of the Magical World, and he landed in your tree.” Then she stepped forwards and handed over the present. “It’s not new, but it was something I was given when I was a baby and I thought Victoire might like it.”
Tearing off the paper, Fleur squealed as she saw the gift. Inside was a fat, fluffy Father Christmas doll. He had black eyes and a woolly beard.
“Pere Noel!” she exclaimed joyfully. “Victoire, look it is Pere Noel.”
She looked up at Ginny and smiled, not her usual dazzling Veela smile, but a smile that spoke of warmth and gratitude.
“Eet is lovely, Ginny. Merci,” she said. She lifted the toy above Victoire’s eyes and laughed as her baby’s face lit up.
“We shall take very good care of it, and then we shall return it one day, peut-etre?” Fleur said slyly. She giggled as Harry and Ginny blushed. Victoire let out a wail so she began to rock her.
“Dodo, l’enfant, do
L’enfant dormira bien vite.”
Victoire’s eyelids began to close as she listened to Fleur’s lullaby. Finally, when she was asleep, Fleur looked up at Ginny.
“I ‘eard today zat Bill will be back for Christmas,” she said happily. “So please tell Molly zat we will be at the Burrow, after all.” She looked down at her sleeping daughter and stroked her pale red-gold hair. “So peaceful now,” she mused, then added mischievously, “but the one thing zat always makes ‘er cry is the voice of Celestina Warbeck.”
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But what if I needed a bit of nonsense to save me? Stupid tumblr is stupid.
Nah, when I say nonsense, I don't mean Milligan or Lear. It was shite which is probably why I should stop. Drunk or sober my poetry for a long, long while has sucked.
theowlet said:Oooh, interesting. I’m Welsh, and I’ve never come across them being made with lemon before, either in shop bought or home-made ones. Bet it tastes fab, though!
THEY REALLY DO
lemon is my favourite flavour for any baked goods tbh...but my family legitimately just always made them this way :P
