Spent part of today mixing up some Thieves Vinegar for my boyfriend since he's been feeling sniffly again. Making it on a bit of short notice so I heated it a bit on the lowest setting of my stove to extract without a long steep time. Gotta say that just by being near the pot all the mucus seems to have evacuated my body so I've got high hopes.
“They moaned and squealed, and pressed their snouts to the earth. We are sorry, we are sorry.
Sorry you were caught, I said. Sorry that you thought I was weak, but you were wrong.”
-Madeline Miller, Circe
Uh... Sounds tasty.Originally Posted by Corvus
Seriously, what is thieves vinegar?
Every moment of a life is a horrible tragedy, a slapstick comedy, dark nihilism, golden illumination, or nothing at all; depending on how we write the story we tell ourselves.
Herbal vinegar tonic. Usually it's called four thieves vinegar based on a legend that four thieves used an herbal concoction to protect themselves from the plague so they could rob homes of the dead. The recipe varies and is supposedly one herb per thief, but modern ones usually include more than four herbs. My recipe was more like... 12 thieves.
“They moaned and squealed, and pressed their snouts to the earth. We are sorry, we are sorry.
Sorry you were caught, I said. Sorry that you thought I was weak, but you were wrong.”
-Madeline Miller, Circe
Ah!
I knew what thieves are, and I know what vinegar is, but didn't understand them together.
I thought it was a mixture used to knock people out in order to rob them, based on what you said about the smell.
Food makes more sense, I suppose, tho' that explanation is less sinisterly thrilling.
Every moment of a life is a horrible tragedy, a slapstick comedy, dark nihilism, golden illumination, or nothing at all; depending on how we write the story we tell ourselves.
He's feeling much better now. Apparently a shot in the morning was giving him 4-6 hours of no mucus and helped with his cough. Feel pretty validated since he doesn't believe in magic and is dubious about herbal medicine, so it's likely not just placebo.
“They moaned and squealed, and pressed their snouts to the earth. We are sorry, we are sorry.
Sorry you were caught, I said. Sorry that you thought I was weak, but you were wrong.”
-Madeline Miller, Circe
This crossed my feed... I haven't tried it...
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For the Yule was upon them, the Yule; and they quaffed from the skulls of the slain,
And shouted loud oaths in hoarse wit, and long quaffing swore laughing again.
So anyway something amazing happens to me today, I went to Starbucks to get my coffee but my debit card was declined because I didn't have enough so I left Starbucks. Then I waited outside and a lady give me coffee from Starbucks. My reaction was very surprising and I thank them for their kindness to give me coffee and I drink it. There are so many nice people in New York City.
That's very nice. There are very nice people in this world. I believe that what we send out we get back. So I am glad you were treated nice.So anyway something amazing happens to me today, I went to Starbucks to get my coffee but my debit card was declined because I didn't have enough so I left Starbucks. Then I waited outside and a lady give me coffee from Starbucks. My reaction was very surprising and I thank them for their kindness to give me coffee and I drink it. There are so many nice people in New York City.
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Some of you who've been around a while may remember me talking about my African Grey parrot, Buddy. One year when we did holiday cards here, I sent her molted feathers with them. Last week, shortly after her 33rd anniversary with me, she passed away from a brain tumor. I was 33 when I got her, about half my life ago. Their life span varies greatly - everyone hears about the ones who live to be 70, but that's just like people. (We don't all make it to 90.) I was always so careful with her diet and environment to prevent heart/liver disease, but of all things it was her incredible brain that turned on her. She had a happy life and we had an ongoing conversation for all those wonderful years.
Can you hear me, Major Tom? I think I love you.
I am so sorry to hear that, Hawkfeathers. I never met him, but I kinda love him too.
I am so very sorry.
Every moment of a life is a horrible tragedy, a slapstick comedy, dark nihilism, golden illumination, or nothing at all; depending on how we write the story we tell ourselves.
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