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I don't get the moral of this fairy tale.

So a princess is bitchy (not good but whatever) and rejects a king with proper bitchiness but then falls in love with him when he disguises himself as a poor beggar. And even when he says he doesn't have a penny to live on she's, like, "I don't care, let's elope."

But instead of celebrating the fact that the girl loves him for himself and not for his money or kingdom or power, he threatens her with husbandly beatings in his beggar disguise and humiliates her as himself just to pay her back. And it's all just desserts.

Methinks the moral of this story is that this guy is an ass. Because if pride is her fault, it's his, too.

Day Something: A recipe

Rice with ketchup because that's the only thing that comes with a halfway interesting story.

A long time I was in Prague and the cheapest thing in a fairly cheap restaurant had on offer was rice. Just cooked rice with nothing. Since I was hungry and broke (or maybe just cheap when it came to food, I know I spend actually money on an illustrated copy of the Heptameron (if you judged by those illustrations (scantily-glad women all the time) you would never guess that the author was 16th Century queen)) I ordered the rice. They had ketchup on the table, some weird Czech ketchup I had never heard of before.

It was delicious. But then I was hungry and the ketchup was really, really delicious all by itself. I took home a bottle I bought in a supermarket (no joke.) It was still delicious at home but it's been a long time and the deliciousness that used to be rice with ketchup has lost its appeal. These days when I make rice I made actual sauces where I thrown in a boatload of spices, some vegetables and sweet soy sauce and call it day.