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Rickmans brief or boxers?

Could you belive a thread like that?

Please, this week fandom has been awfull.

Since when I'm such a snobbish? But please, that and the rudness, and name calling. Insulting the authors, having a "client" attitude towards the fics...So childish.

If an author as kalinalea said she wont be finishing her fic. What's the great deal? At least she has been polite enough as to announce the reasons and warn the readers. I would have like to seen that fic finished, same with pigwidgeon37 TSO , but, please that it is not a reason for star accusing people of lack of ethics (snort).

Thanks La Guera for Favour conceed.

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Ode To Conger Chowder

A few days ago I went to a popular restaurant to taste Pablo Neruda's Conger Chowder, here is the ode. Beautiful Ode, tasty Chowder.


Ode To Conger Chowder
In the storm-tossed
Chilean
sea

lives the rosy conger,
giant eel
of snowy flesh.
And in Chilean
stewpots,
along the coast,
was born the chowder,
thick and succulent,
a boon to man.
You bring the conger, skinned,
to the kitchen
(its mottled skin slips off
like a glove,
leaving the
grape of the sea
exposed to the world),
naked,
the tender eel
glistens,
prepared
to serve our appetites.
Now
you take
garlic,
first, caress
that precious
ivory,
smell
its irate fragrance,
then
blend the minced garlic
with onion
and tomato
until the onion
is the color of gold.
Meanwhile steam
our regal
ocean prawns,
and when
they are
tender,
when the savor is
set in a sauce
combining the liquors
of the ocean
and the clear water
released from the light of the onion,
then
you add the eel
that it may be immersed in glory,
that it may steep in the oils
of the pot,
shrink and be saturated.
Now all that remains is to
drop a dollop of cream
into the concoction,
a heavy rose,
then slowly
deliver
the treasure to the flame,
until in the chowder
are warmed
the essences of Chile,
and to the table
come, newly wed,
the savors
of land and sea,
that in this dish
you may know heaven.