I released a sequel.

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If you didn’t, ignore this blog.

… she didn't even taste good.

I love marzipan.  This Christmas, my older sister brought me back some marzipan from Hungary, where she was teaching a course on... um, something.  I can't keep her courses straight because she teaches college courses on speech pathology, linguistics, neuroscience, the history of silent movies, and anime.  Often in exotic foreign cities like Budapest, Istanbul, or Vienna (although for some reason the one she visits most is Sarajevo).  It's pretty much the best job in the world.

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Occasionally, I find myself having friends whom it would be easier to describe as fans. One or two of them have been so impressed by the half-dazed nonsense I say that they have immediately written it down for later. They seem to think I'm funny, or something. Typically, I later have no recollection of saying them. Anyway, here are some of my favourites:
- I'm not an actor, I'm a real person.
- Spats are pretty cool. Everyone knows that, because... [trails off]
- German marzipan... Nazipan?

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Or if you're not Danish, do you know anyone who is? <.<

Because I just found out gåsebryst exists and I want a recipe that I don't have to Google Translate.

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