1 cup sugar
1 stick butter (1/4 pound) melted
2 whole eggs
1 square (1 oz) bitter chocolate
1/2 cup all purpose flour
1 Tsp vanilla
Mix together sugar and butter
Beat in the 2 eggs
Melt over hot water 1 square chocolate, cool slightly and beat in butter mixture.
Sift before measuring and beat into the butter mixture the flour.
Bake the batter in a greased 8 1/2 inch pie plate in a slow (325) degree oven for 30 minutes.
The pie will look and feel moist and gooey but don’t on that account bake it longer. It’s supposed to look and feel that way.
Cool in pan, cut into 6 pieces and dish each piece into individual dessert plates. Top each serving with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
I’m seeing that word again and it’s pissing me off. I wrote this last year and I still think it’s true.
I’m getting really tired of people using the term “fluffy bunny” to define pagans, the pagan speaking (or writing) doesn’t perceive as serious enough. This term is used almost exclusively by people under 30 years of age and I’ve seen several blogs this week alone use it. As someone who has been in the pagan community for almost 30 years and at 2 years shy of 60 and is quite old enough to be your mother or even some of the younger ones, their grandmother, I have one thing to say, “KNOCK IT OFF!”
Get a flaming sense of humour some of you and lose the insecurity that is causing you to bash others to prove how superior you are. You are tiring and a bit lame. Am I sounding harsh? Good, some of you need a kick in the pants or a good swift swat to your keester. What makes you so superior? You took a Wicca 101 class and decided the Rede isn’t for real witches or you so you can be rude? Talk to me in 10 years when you done a lot more ritual, when life has knocked you down a few times and you’ve struggled to get up. Some of those you deem “Fluffy bunnies” will be the ones that get back up and go on and you might not be. Why because some of those “Fluffy bunnies” will have a positive attitude. The ones that don’t, will fade away anyway.
At under 30, and especially those of you still in college or university, you have not lived. (And I’m sure you’r e sure you have) You haven’t had children, nursed your parents through their final days. You haven’t divorced a spouse or lost a child. You haven’t lost jobs you thought would provide for your retirement. You don’t have the diseases of middle age like the beginnings of arthritis and learned that life can be painful and learned that some of those “fluffy bunnies” are the ones who will love you no matter how negative you are feeling. They will be the ones who rescue you when you can’t see another day. Why? Because the fluffy bunnies are the empaths. The compassionate ones. The ones who have learned that in her own way following Kwan Yin and Brighid are every bit as scary in their challenges as a psychopomp like Hekate. You should know I’m ordained to all of the above and have learned those lessons the hard way. Death magic might seem fun and powerful but wait until you have sat with an actual dying person and do it again and again. Guess what? Hekate is a goddess of compassion too. Wait until you have seen her over a loved one’s body. It isn’t the same at all.
When you bash a “fluffy bunny” you are just making yourself look bad. It makes you look uncompassionate. It makes you look like an egotistical fool.
We need the people you call “fluffy bunnies” because we desperately need the kind people of the world. Change is made in the world by love. Love for your fellow beings and by learning you aren’t the only one in the world. It’s by people who don’t call names and just do, by being loving and positive. It’s isn’t made by people who call names and bully others because they don’t meet your standards of being a scary witch.
Change is made by those fluffy bunny: gardeners, herbalists, healers, poets, raisers of children who tell bedtime stories to the next generation. Change is made by grown people who still view the world with wonder and love and that there is good in all beings. Change isn’t made by the disrespectful and the mean.
I’m sure I just pissed a bunch of people off, by implying that because they are young, they don’t know about life or pain or other realities, well, deal with it, you don’t. When I was your age I would have been pissed off too. But guess what? Some day you might acknowledge I was right. In the meantime, stop being brats and rude.