My brain is fried

What do I do with almost 5 kgs of walnuts?
And that's perhaps half of what the bloody tree is still carrying.

I do not actually hate our walnut tree. I love the scent of its leaves, I love that it keeps the moscitos away, heck, I love having a really tall and old tree. I just wish it stopped throwing nuts at me.

Made hokkaido pumpkins stuffed with walnuts/minced meat/maple syrup/starflower yesterday. Needs more salt. Otherwise yummy.
Need more walnut recipes.

Also, need zucchini pie recipe. (Yes, eliathanis, that means YOU.)

When your fanfic characters begin to grab grapes greedily and their toes sink silently into soft carpets, you probably should lay off the medieval poetry. Alas, I am assimilated by alliteration. I have never before noticed how much English encourages alliteration in story-telling.

Someone filk Eiffel65's "Blue" for Sir Bertilak de Hautdesert before I have to do it.

Computer is slow but still breathing. Hope it keeps on doing that until at least the first paper is finished.

Last time I bother the non-Silm-fans with this, I promise. For now anyway.

We now have a community for the celebrations. Please join if you're interested - joining is modded, but anyone who doesn't look like a spambot will be permitted to get in, really. I'm just a wee bit paranoid.

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Come! Participate! Have fun! Please? :)