Cream butter and lard with sugar. Add molasses. Sift flour with spices and salt. Add soda to boiling water. Add flour mixture and soda water to creamed mixture. Work well with the hands -- call in the man of the house (surely this step is optional) and let him work the dough if your hands are weak. "That's what Grandma used to do." Cover and store in a cold place overnight, preferably longer. Roll to infinite thinness on board. Bake on greased cookie sheets in moderate oven, 375Ë, for a very few minutes or just until they begin to brown.
Veniceâs modern carnival is not a traditional folk and fertility festival. It does not have mummers and green men and pitchforks and man-women and ceremonial uses of straw and swords and alcohol (for that see a friendâs excellent post on a Basque Carnival). It is also not what it was in the Renaissance, an elaborate civic celebration-reversal, at which the rules of propriety were (witin limits) reversed, as the city displayed its wealth with gilded ships and gem-covered costumes, and paid vast sums to prominent artists to produce elaborate parade floats covered with mechanical universes and moving golden lions and actors dressed as confusing allegories.
0.05136477_eth_to_usd Claimings, Tails, and Other Alien Artifacts by Lyn Gala.