Plum jam was an experiment for me. I used my blackstrap strawberry recipe, just swapping out the berries for whole, unpeeled plums. I thought I could use the jam as a plum sauce stand in.
What I ended up doing was modding (very slightly, I added a lot more sriracha and no extra garlic) this recipe. I’m going to need to can more plum jam.
-Splash of black or balsamic vinegar
-Sriracha, to taste (that means a lot of it for me, probably not so much for me)
-Splash soy sauce (optional)
-1/4 pint jar of plum jam
Finely slice chicken breast. In a bowl combine all of the sauce ingredients. Sauté chicken breast until almost cooked through, then add the sauce to the pan and let reduce down. Alternatively you can cook down the sauce in a separate pot and toss with cooked chicken.
Serve over rice.
Want to try it with strawberry? Strawberry sriracha chicken
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What Fears Become: An Anthology from the Horror Zine, Book 1
Jeani Rector, Ed.
Accessed as an E-book
$0.99 on Amazon at time of review
I’m pretty fond of anthologies. That’s something that comes up in a lot of my short story reviews, I do have a weakness for anthologies. However, even with my love of anthologies I sometimes get a little wary of small presses because unfortunately I’ve come across collections that it is pretty obvious that they wouldn’t have made it through a major press. This anthology didn’t have any of these problems and the editing on the book is quite solid.
The short stories in this collection have a really good flow, and all of them are really solid. It’s rare for me to want to read everything in an anthology but I finished all of the stories in this collection. There are a few stories where ‘horror’ is probably not the best word for the piece, but even in those cases I greatly enjoyed the stories. Oddly, my favorite in the collection ( ‘Fish Night’ by Joe R. Lansdale) is one of those stories but if you lump ‘surreal’ into ‘horror’ then the story works-and frankly, I can think of quite a few people who would be more than a little unsettled by the premise of that tale.
One of the things that I was most impressed with this book was that a lot of the stories work with familiar themes in way that don’t feel stale. The stories aren’t just reworks of traditional horror stories, though there are a lot of nods to world folklore that I always like seeing in a collection. The lamia makes an appearance, as does a pretty interesting working of the Old Hag.
I’m looking forward to the rest of the books in this anthology series, and hope that Rector can stay with this level of editing.
Ebook, $9.99 via Amazon at time of review
True crime runs towards the creepy, and the murders that took place at Starvation Heights are right there at the top of the creepy list. A story of malpractice, starvation, and egomania, Starvation Heights very well may be one of the creepiest books I’ve ever read-made more so by the reality that this story took place.
In 1911, two British sisters Dora and Claire Williamson sought the services of Dr. Linda Hazzard. Hazzard, who would most likely be called a natural medicine practitioner in current terms, promised to cure both sisters of a series of ills via the fasting method-effectively, that with holding food is the best thing for the body. However, the treatment that they received would ultimately result in Claire’s death.
Through her sister’s passionate insistence, Hazzard would stand trial for Claire’s death-ultimately due to the way that Hazzard’s patients were often found dead, often after signing over their estates to the ‘doctor’. Hazzard’s weak credentials were used evidence against her-while fasting was not unknown as a practice, she had only been awarded a medical license after a fierce battle with the state of Washington.
The first half of the book examines the events leading up to Claire’s death, often with a deep enough depth of detail to sufficently creep me out that I could only read 10 or so pages at a time. The second half the book looks at Hazzard’s trial and the last years of her life. Part of what makes this book so intense is Hazzard itself; her dedication to her ‘cure’ is deep enough to suggest that in no way did she ever recognize her role in the deaths of her patients.
True crime, fairly detailed descriptions of medical procedures and themes.
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Whispers in the Dark
Accessed via Pseudopod
Adults aren’t supposed to admit to being afraid of the dark, though we all know that we are. Maybe not all the time, but every once in awhile even the strongest among us will jump at something in the shadows.
What do we do when the dark becomes the only thing that’s saving us?
A month prior to the start of this short, something has occurred. The narrator seems to be unwilling or unable to tell us what that something is, and while it’s on one level annoying, this lack of information ultimately strengthens the tension by depriving us of some of the logic necessary to process what’s going on. And the absurdity of what’s occurring-which on one hand seems almost silly and on the other hand truly almost hellish (in as literal a sense as one can get)-makes it that much more horrific because not only can you not see it, what you aren’t seeing is probably laughable. Not probably, apparently is laughable.
Just remember…don’t leave the night light on for this one.
Low levels of violence.
Movement was 2013’s word of the year, and what a long, strange trip it’s been. In a lot of ways I’m still where I was this time last year- and with a little bit of sadness, some of those ways were the places I was hoping to have the most movement. However, some of the decisions that put me there (left me there?) were conscious decisions made by things I learned through movement in other places.
In other words, sometimes when you leave you find yourself right back where you started. And sometimes that’s a good thing.
Learning is one of those words that’s a little scary. I know full well that part of what I Learn (capitalized for a reason) may be scary. It’s probably going to be things that from a comfort standpoint I probably would have liked to not have Known. I’m hoping the Universe will be gentle enough with me to at least grant me the Wisdom to understand what it is that it teaches me.
So like last year’s entry, where’s what I plan on doing to help carry my end of this bargain: I hope to teach myself as much as I can, or find the people who will teach me. I want to try knitting techniques that I haven’t before. I want to try the dyeing stuff that’s been intimidating me. I want to make new recipes. I’ve already taught myself magic loop knitting. I want to read as much as I can, on a wide variety of topics.
Here I go, throwing myself down a rabbit hole knowing that like Alice, whoever’s coming out will not be the person who went in.
Bottom’s up and safe journeys. May 2014 be a gentler year on us all.
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