Hey Kids! Let's Play Funeral Parlor!

So, let me explain how this whole thing went down. I saw this photograph:

They look delicious. Don't deny it.

I was determined to locate a recipe for these so I could fast forward to the eating part however, once I did I got way more than I bargained for. Apparently, they are called "Resurrection Rolls" and these Easter-tide treat instructions are written out as an activity to do with your children. This, Gentle Readers, is where it gets awesome.

First, you take some crescent rolls - these will serve as the burial shroud. Be sure to explain that to your kidlets. Then, Goddess help me, we are instructed to get a little racist by taking a marshmallow to represent Jesus because he's "all white and pure" - you know, like a marshmallow.

Next dip your Jesus in "embalming oils" aka some melted butter.

Follow it up by rolling the Jesus-mallow in a mixture of cinnamon and sugar - "This is like the spices used to prepare his body for burial."

Finally, wrap Jesus in his burial shroud and place him in the "tomb," (a 350 degree oven). Bake for twelve minutes - clearly, he has risen. Congratulations, you are now a necromancer.

Apologies to Eat At Allie's.

My Little Shirtwait Fire - 101 Years - A Remembrance

"Yes, we're burning can you help us please?
Yes, we're begging, we're on bended knees
Oh, My Little Shirtwaist Fire."

It is March 25th again, one hundred one years have passed. Never forget the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire.

Enter, and Be Damned!

A hot spot called Hell's Café lured 19th-century Parisians to the city's Montmartre neighborhood—like the Marais—on the Right Bank of the Seine. With plaster lost souls writhing on its walls and a bug-eyed devil's head for a front door, le Café de l'Enfer may have been one of the world's first theme restaurants. According to one 1899 visitor, the café's doorman—in a Satan suit—welcomed diners with the greeting, "Enter and be damned!" Hell's waiters also dressed as devils. An order for three black coffees spiked with cognac was shrieked back to the kitchen as: "Three seething bumpers of molten sins, with a dash of brimstone intensifier!"
From National Geographic

"The Poet’s Cave had disappeared, but the two great mouths of the Café of Heaven and the Café of Hell still yawned–even devoured, as he watched, the meager contents of a tourist bus–a German, a Japanese, and an American couple who glanced at him with frightened eyes." F. Scott Fitzgerald

More at Cool Stuff In Paris

Not A Rose

I feel the need to include a prologue - dear vegan friends. You may want to skip this one.

Now, back to our regular programming....

Roses. Pretty! Right? No. No, not at all. This piece was created by artist Heide Hatry . Botanical beauties that look like the real thing, yet are not. They're made of tongues, eyes, ears and various other parts of deceased animals. They are extraordinary, macabre and beautiful.

Hatry was recently featured on Science Channel's show, Oddities. You can watch a clip right here!

Traveling With The Ghost

"The last in a long line of inbred aristocrats, the Comtesse des Esseintes had from childhood a taste for the macabre, the outre, the bizarre. Not for her the bright lights of the Opera or the bustle of the boulevards, her greatest joy was her cabinet of curiosities, her beloved retreat from the ugliness and banalities of the modern world, into which she would venture only under cover of darkness."

Ian Goulden's Digital Photomontages

GrandeOmbre

Unknown source

Rubber beauty masks, worn to remove wrinkles and blemishes, 1921

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