It Happened Again

Blessings Darlings!

As y'all already know, I make a lot of things from scratch, or almost-scratch.  Like - my husband LOVES having Kahlua in his coffee in the evening.  He does this three or so times a week.  Kahlua is a pricy bitch, so I make my own.

And when we moved I lost my usual recipe.

No problem, go online and find another (the original was pulled from being online, because it was shared from a book without the author's permission, and the author or publisher said "Oh, HELL no!")

Since I've made stuff several times, it wasn't hard finding a recipe that I could tell had about the right proportions of coffee to sugar.  But in looking over the recipe, I could tell that the person who POSTED it (to Wikihow, which my protection software identified as a 'malicious' site) clearly had never made it. 

The first clue was that s/he said it would make about a quart of Kahlua-substitute.  Well, yes, the recipe called for 4 cups of liquid.  But the 4 1/2 cups of solids added, which dissolved into the liquids, DO TAKE UP SPACE.  Not one cup of space per cup of sugar/instant coffee, but enough space that the recipe made 6 cups, not 'about a quart'.

The second clue was that, since the mix was 50% higher in volume that was presented, the proof (alcohol content) of the finished product was going to be WAY too low given the relative volume of alcohol the recipe called form. 

To get around these problems, I used nice high-proof Everclear instead of most of the rum that was called for, and used brown sugar instead of white sugar to replace some of the flavor the rum would have brought to the recipe.  I could wing it, because I have experience and mad math skillz.

This isn't only a problem in online recipes, BTW.

And, for you Pagans/witches/wiccans out there - it's not only a problem in cooking.

But more on THAT in a future post!

Frondly, Fern

Havamal, Part 4

Some day reading the Havamal reminds me of the saying "the problem with common sense is that it's so uncommon.   So much of this can be summarized by as 'Don't be a Douche'!

Be restrained in your drinking - if you can't remember the night before, you failed and were a fool.  Talk little, let your bold, brave actions be your statement.   Don't be a pig, especially one who eats/drinks too much then complains that you're SO FULL or so wasted.  Don't disrespect others at a gathering, not only because it makes you look bad but if you cause a fight it screws up EVERYONE.  Be able to judge who is laughing with  you vs laughing at you, your friends from everyone else.  Don't count on others taking care of your needs.

Yup.  Don't be a douche.

I-forget is the name men give the heron

Who hovers over the fast: 

Fettered I was in his feathers that night,  

When a guest in Gunnlod's court 

 

Drunk I got, dead drunk, 

When Fjalar the wise was with me: 

Best is the banquet one looks back on after,  

And remembers all that happened, 

 

Silence becomes the Son of a prince, 

To be silent but brave in battle: 

It befits a man to be merry and glad  

Until the day of his death, 

 

The coward believes he will live forever

If he holds back in the battle, 

But in old age he shall have no peace  

Though spears have spared his limbs 

 

When he meets friends, the fool gapes, 

Is shy and sheepish at first, 

Then he sips his mead and immediately 

All know what an oaf he is, 

He who has seen and suffered much, 

And knows the ways of the world, 

Who has travelled', can tell what spirit 

Governs the men he meets, 

Drink your mead, but in moderation, 

Talk sense or be silent: 

No man is called discourteous who goes  

To bed at an early hour 

 

A gluttonous man who guzzles away 

Brings sorrow on himself: 

At the table of the wise he is taunted often,  

Mocked for his bloated belly, 

 

The herd knows its homing time, 

And leaves the grazing ground: 

But the glutton never knows how much  

His belly is able to hold, 

 

An ill tempered, unhappy man 

Ridicules all he hears, 

Makes fun of others, refusing always  

To see the faults in himself 

 

Foolish is he who frets at night, 

And lies awake to worry' 

A weary man when morning comes,  

He finds all as bad as before, 

 

The fool thinks that those who laugh 

At him are all his friends, 

Unaware when he sits with wiser men  

How ill they speak of him. 

 

The fool thinks that those who laugh 

At him are all his friends: 

When he comes to the Thing and calls for support,  

Few spokesmen he finds 

 

The fool who fancies he is full of wisdom 

While he sits by his hearth at home. 

Quickly finds when questioned by others .  

That he knows nothing at all. 

 

The ignorant booby had best be silent 

When he moves among other men, 

No one will know what a nit-wit he is 

Until he begins to talk; 

No one knows less what a nit-wit he is  

Than the man who talks too much. 

 

To ask well, to answer rightly, 

Are the marks of a wise man: 

Men must speak of men's deeds,  

What happens may not be hidden. 

 

Wise is he not who is never silent, 

Mouthing meaningless words: 

A glib tongue that goes on chattering  

Sings to its own harm. 

 

A man among friends should not mock another: 

Many believe the man 

Who is not questioned to know much 

And so he escapes their scorn. 

An early meal a man should take 

Before he visits friends, 

Lest, when he gets there, 

he go hungry,  

Afraid to ask for food. 

 

The fastest friends may fall out 

When they sit at the banquet-board: 

It is, and shall be, a shameful thing  

When guest quarrels with guest,