Hey, legal-drinking-aged kids! I have another kylux cocktail recipe for you that is long overdue because I read the fic that inspired it months ago, but I had to put a little extra thought into this cocktail. The fic I speak of is In A Place Where No One Appeared by @gefionne. It took me a bit longer to develop this cocktail because the fic takes place primarily on Arkanis and there are many mentions of wine throughout the fic, so it seemed pretty obvious that this cocktail needed to include wine. I’m sort of a purist when it comes to wine, so I don’t usually put it in cocktails because I feel like it should be appreciated on its own, but I did some research and experimentation to find flavors that blend well with wine, and this is what I came up with.
In A Place Where No One Appeared
4 oz chardonnay white wine
2 oz club soda
1 oz vodka
1 oz amaretto
2 oz organic tart cherry juice
Chill the chardonnay, club soda, and tart cherry juice beforehand. Mix part 1 in a large wine glass. Mix part 2 in a separate glass then add it to the glass, pouring it over the back of a spoon to direct it down the side of the glass. Part 2 should pour in below part 1 with a clear separation between the layers, though part of part 1 will blend into part 2 which is fine! The drink should be sharper and stronger at the top and then it gets sweeter the more you drink, to reflect the way the relationship develops throughout the fic. ♥
Sam was furious. Dean, and Bobby, had know about him having a son. Neither said anything. He furrowed his brow. The letter said the boy was three. How was that possible? He would have been conceived when he was soulless. Dean had told him that you’d left, but clearly, he was hiding a lot.
The next morning, Sam was sitting at the table, the letter and picture in front of him. Jaw clenched, he looked over then he heard Bobby. “What’s the matter with you?” Bobby asked, and then he saw what Sam had. “Balls.” He grumbled. Turning, he went and woke up Dean. “What’s the matter with you, ya idjit?!” He asked, slapping Dean in the back of the head when he sat up.
“I know I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life, so you’re going to have to narrow that down.”
“Get downstairs. Now.” He barked, storming out. Moving to his study, he didn’t say anything as he passed the angry Sam. Finding an old cigar box, he sighed. “Here.” He said, dropping it on the table. “Three years worth of letters, and pictures.”
Sam’s eyes shot to Bobby just as Dean walked in the room. “How many other letters, Dean?” He asked.
Dean shook his head. “What?” He asked, still groggy.
Getting up, he grasped the picture and letter. He shoved it into Dean’s chest, hard enough to make him stumble. “How. Many. Others?” He asked once again.
Looking at what Sam had shoved at him, he groaned. “Fuck.” He breathed. “None, Sam. This was the first.”
“Funny, because Bobby has three years worth.”
Dean looked at the man he saw as a father, who nodded. “Started with a birth announcement. Kept gettin’ ‘em.” he shrugged, motioning to the cigar box. “Pictures, letters, things Colt ‘drew’.”
“His name is Colt?” Sam asked, tearing up.
Bobby moved over to the box and dumped it out. Seeing the baby blue birth announcement, he picked it up and handed it to him. Sam took it and looked at the picture of his newborn son.
Colton Samuel Winchester February 5, 2013 7 lbs 5 oz, 21 in
He swallowed, no longer holding back the tears. “I have a son, and neither of you thought to tell me? Never brought it up? THREE YEARS!” He yelled, feeling like he’d been punched in the stomach.
Dean ran his hand through his hair. “That was on me. I thought about finding her when you got your soul back, but the look on her face the last time I saw her held me back.”
Sam looked to the table, moving over to look at the various pictures- birthdays, Christmas, Easter, the beach, and others. “She obviously didn’t leave when I went in the pit. What happened?”
“A lot. You may want to sit.” Dean suggested.
“I’ll leave you boys to it.” Bobby walked by, giving Dean a pat on the back.
Once they were alone, Dean started. “I told her to be careful around you. You didn’t give a fuck what happened to her. Slept with other women, would go missing for days, shit like that. Then she told you she was pregnant. You told her you weren’t sure what she wanted from you. To do whatever she wanted, that you didn’t care.” He said as he sat down. “And that’s not even the worst of it.”
The last few days have been insane. I’m on cloud nine, and I wish I could watch them all like a movie, on loop.
Tuesday night is our small group night, and we had a potluck and kickball game planned. Usually we do our bible study too, but it was just a fun night to get together. I played, much to everyone’s dismay, and scored multiple times. Yes… Kickball put me into labor. We stayed out with our friends and went to froyo after. I wasn’t contracting painfully, but my pelvic bone hurt so badly I could barely walk by the time we got home; D had to lift my ankles and legs into bed and I finally conceded that I may have over done it.
I laid down and had some uncomfortable contractions and finally decided to take a shower to ease my back. I told D I thought I was in labor, but not to sound the alarm and to get some rest. In the shower, my contractions went from 6+ minutes apart to less than 3 minutes apart. I woke him and we called the midwife and our families. We told them to stay put until we knew if the midwifery center would admit us… It was 1:30 am. D and I laughed and joked between contractions and marveled about becoming a family of three.
We got to the center and were informed we were the only patients that night… But epic was down and they had no access to any of my records or results. So, we took it old school and everything was documented on printer paper and a clipboard. We were hooked up to the monitors and checked: 7 cm and contractions about a minute apart. My parents had arrived at this point and I was so happy to see my mom! We got settled into our [beautiful] suite and I hopped right into the shower to labor. D was incredible from the get go… Helping me through each contraction and keeping me so encouraged. After a bit in the shower, I labored on the side of the bed and begged to be checked as they filled the tub: 9.5 cm! I got in the tub and it was literally only 6 inches of tepid water… No one had delivered in the room I was in, so things like water thermometers were still being organized and multiple procedures and whatnot were complete scattered. It was one of the only negatives about our experience.
Eventually the tub was warm and deeper and it was time to push… The pressure was insane and I kept begging for a break. I wish I could brag about how brave and determined I was at this point, but that wasn’t the case! D was sitting on the tub side and holding me up, and although I knew logically there was nothing he could do, the pain was insane and I kept begging him to make it stop. Between contractions I was hiding in the corner of the tub and trying to cross my legs, screaming about how I couldn’t do it. Finally, D started sobbing, seeing me in pain, and it was so motivating to me to end it. I started pushing around 3:30 and after almost 10 minutes, D told me he could see her head with total astonishment. I reached down and could feel the very top of her head… It was the last bit of motivation I needed. On the next contraction, in one push, our girl joined the world from head to toe; I caught her myself. She was loud and beautiful and all ours. She settled in against my chest and D & I had a moment of awe.
The rest of the process I’d like to forget… My midwife was a nightmare and ended up excusing herself from my case. My repairs took hours and they hadn’t received their shipment of pain meds/anesthesia at the new center. My repairs took so long, Thea had to be removed from me and do skin to skin with D. My mom laid with me through it all and tried to keep me distracted and calm while I fell apart. Finally, while literally kicking and screaming, I refused the rest of my repairs. I’m still paying the price on that.
Finally, we were able to lay in our big bed as a family of three and recover and begin to find our new normal. We were brought breakfast and spent all morning marveling over the fact that our baby was finally here and that she was ours. I still well up thinking about how our lives have changed and how overwhelmingly blessed we are.
We left the center at 11:30, just ten hours from my labor beginning. Our small group & families brought us dinner and loved on us all evening– it was a dream.
Long story short, our delivery was incredibly fast and smooth. Recovery was difficult. Thea is perfect.
Episode/Chapter: That Butler, Omnipotent [Ep. 3, Chp. 2]
Yield: 8 servings
There are multiple kuro entries for each recipe in the anime/manga. Check out my ‘kuroshitsuji cookbook’ tag for more.
Image and recipe source are the same.
¾ cup caster or superfine sugar
2 eggs at room temperature
¼ cup lime or lemon olive oil (unflavoured olive oil works too)
60g/2ozs butter, melted
½ cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
Finely grated zest of 1 orange
Finely grated zest of 1 lemon
1 ¼ cup plain flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
½ teaspoon salt
600g/21 ozs. grapes (seeds in or out, I don’t bother removing the seeds) taken off the stems
2 tablespoons icing or confectioners sugar to sieve
Step 1 - Preheat oven to 160C/320F. Grease and line a 20cm cake tin. Whisk the sugar and eggs in an electric mixer fitted with a whisk attachment for 5 minutes or so until thick, pale and fluffy. In a jug, mix the olive oil, melted butter, milk, vanilla and two zests together and in another jug or bowl whisk the flour, baking powder and salt. Add half the wet mix into the egg and then half the flour mix and fold gently. Repeat with the remaining half of the wet mix and dry mix. Then fold in three quarters of the grapes.
Step 2 - Pour into the prepared tin and bake for 15 minutes. Remove from oven and then place the remaining grapes on top of the cake and bake for a further 60 minutes until a skewer inserted in the centre comes out clean. Allow to cool in the tin and then sprinkle over with icing or confectioners sugar.
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Tarte’s newest eyeliner attempts to revolutionize gel liner. They’re new formula comes in a squeeze tube with a built in “well” at the top. They also include their own angled bamboo liner brush. The tube contains .21 oz of product for $24. It comes in one color which dries matte.
This tube allows it’s user to dispense product either into the well for personal use or onto a separate palette for sanitary purposes (Makeup Artists)
The liner itself is just a tad more liquid(y) than gel liner. It has some give to it.
The first “layer” it’s not the blackest black. You can see close to the lashline that it didn’t completely cover skin.
One more go around ( i normally do this to clean up lines and get my wing as big as I feel that day) It has a matte finish. I honestly feel that I myself did a crappy job at applying. It’s definitely buildable.
Just for the hell of it, this is the liner in full effect.
Would I recommend this:
I wouldn’t recommend this to people who don’t like gel eyeliner. If you’re looking for something to just get a black line on your lid and out the door than this wouldn’t be for you. If you’re a gel liner aficionado, I do recommend this. I love this. It’s something I gravitate towards. I love the formula. I love matte black eyeliner. I want everyone to know that yea it doesn’t come out the way in the last picture right off the bat. You have to be willing to work with it. It’s not technically quick. The brush is actually a really good brush. My holy grail eyeliner brush is Sigma’s E05. I can’t use angled brushes for my eyeliner, but this brings the best of both worlds. I am a fan.
Once upon a time a teeny-tiny batch of a prototype imperial stout brewed with cacao nibs and coffee beans was made by the wide eyed beer wizards at Scotland’s BrewDog. After divining an intriguing future from the entrails of a freshly slaughtered wild haggis they locked the beer away in a couple of haggard old whisky barrels they found lurking amongst the cobwebs at the back of their warehouse. Two long years later this curious concoction was unleashed upon the world! *dun dun duuuun*
“So, wossit like then, eh mister?” I hear you call. Well, firstly and most notably, the whisky is incredible! So hugely flavoursome and potent from the off, but that’s not all this beast is about, there’s an incredible depth and complexity lurking here as well. It’s like a chocolate layer cake topped with stewed figs, dates, raisins, thick caramel sauce, pieces of fudge, and washed down with an espresso. And a dram or two. There’s also a pleasantly earthy and spicy bitter hop finish here, this must’ve been a killer old school English style impy recipe before all that dark magic got flung at it.
I’m pleased, nay delighted to say this is probably my favourite barrel aged impy, and BrewDog beer yet. Alas, being such a limited release, and being so damned expensive at £14 for just 330ml (or over $21 for 11.2 fl oz), I fear this will be my only dalliance with this masterpiece. Nevertheless, I am immensely grateful to have tried it at all. Sublime stuff. I am in awe. Cheers all!