Vampires, Party Favors, Family, Friends, Thanks, and a Recipe for Swiss Chard.
Back in the 1880’s around the time of Jack the Ripper, my brother Valentine and I spent some time in London. We were in our 20’s out having fun and getting into more trouble than I want to mention tonight. There, in London, we met another young American Vampire, named Pleasant Van Dusen. Pleasant and I became lovers. He was handsome, cultivated, fashionable, sexy, and I hate to admit, but a bit more of an asshole than I needed. But at the time we worked well together, especially with the party scenes of both elegant Vampires and warm blooded folks.
We were young. We were Americans. We were full of too much joy and light for most Vampires we met there. Truly, we were, and of course the others, the English, and European Vampires found us extremely fascinating.
On cold November evening, dressed in our best formal party wear Pleasant and I attended a party that was promised to be spectacular. Upon entering the ball room of the beautiful mansion we were greeted with the sight of a low table about ten feet long, covered with all sorts of food. There were cakes, berries, apples, pastries full of cream and more fruit, chicken pies, tiny roasted potatoes, breads, and muffins of all kinds. Around the table sat at least two dozen small children, dressed in frilly fancy clothing, eating away without any adults saying no.
Of course not. The only adults in the room were Vampires, and the children were very warm blooded.
Pleasant and I looked at each other, then looked again at the children. This was not what we expected. The host and hostess greeted us with a giddy excitement that was unusual for English Vampires of the time. They had obtained two dozen children from different sources. It would be such a rare and wonderful night of feasting after the little darlings were done with their own party.
I have to say that by different sources I mean children of the poor, without parents, or with parents who were more than willing to sell their own children to well dressed, attractive people with a lot of money. These Vampires, I found later, had their sources. There was no shortage of children to be purchased – no questions asked.
Pleasant smiled and introduced me to his friends. They were lavish with their attention on me, especially after they realized that I was one of those rare Vampires who was born a Vampire, not made one after the fact.
To make a long story short, sort of, when the time came to pick a child and feast upon it’s young and delicate blood, I feigned illness. A blood bourne disease, no doubt from an opium user or some other drug, Pleasant explained to them. As we were ready to leave, coats in hand, the host handed us two bundles.
“One of each. A boy and a girl. Consider them party favors,” said our host.
In our carriage on the way home we discovered we had a skinny baby girl of about eight months, and a talkative boy who said he was four years old.
The boy said he lived in a house with his father and five or six women. He didn’t know which one was his mother. He said a pretty woman, with pretty clothes, who smelled like flowers, gave his father real money, then she took him to the party. Before the party a group of maids gave all of the children baths, then put them in clean fancy clothing. It had been great fun with more food than any of them had ever seen.
We arrived back at the house I was sharing with my brother Val.
We told our story to Val, who was both disgusted and amused.
“What are you going to do with the children? You know we can’t keep them,” said Val.
“I don’t know,” I told him.
Then Pleasant, in typical Pleasant fashion, said, “I don’t care what you do with them but you need to get rid of them as soon as possible.”
“Me?” I asked.
“Yes, you Juliette. I have to get something to eat before I starve to death. I’ll be back in a few hours.” And with that Pleasant Van Dusen left into the night in search of fresh blood, but not from children.
Val glared at the door. “Typical Pleasant. Of course he left those children with you.”
“Am I going to live you now? Are you going to be my new parents?” The boy called out.
“I think I know someone who might take them in. She doesn’t have children her own. God knows she and her husband have been trying. This might just be a blessing in disguise,” said Val.
“Are you her Vampire?” I asked my brother.
He smiled. “Yes, I am her Vampire. She owes me.”
Val and I gathered up the children. The boy said he was called Billy. The girl had no name. I held her tight against me. She was so warm, and smelled like a bit of heaven.
We dropped the children off at the home of Val’s friends, a lovely women called Lillian and her husband the Marquis of Lampeaus.
Val spoke to them while I kept the children quiet. He used his powers of persuasion to convince the childless couple to keep the children as their own.
Like I said, I’m trying to keep this story short.
Right before dawn Pleasant came back into the house. He made love to me in my bed, his hair smelling cigar smoke, his breath of fresh blood. He brought me a bottle of Poet’s blood, the first I’d ever had.
Then he said, “Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. We should celebrate, with Val and maybe a few other friends.”
And so we did.
And we continue to, but now I’m married to Teddy, and Pleasant Van Dusen is with someone who fortunately is not me.
Occasionally, like on Thanksgiving, we, Vampires eat things that are not blood, or things that go with blood. One of these is Swiss chard.
Way back in 2012, I shared a recipe for my Thanksgiving Swiss Chard. It is a good source of something green for your belly (and heart.)
Juliette’s Swiss Chard (Originally from Uncle Rico)
- About a half pound of bacon (or more to taste, use whatever kind you want but a good thick cut pork bacon works best for me)
- Olive Oil
- Fresh lemon juice (about 1/4 cup) or balsamic vinegar (cranberry flavored is nice)
- 1-4 table spoons fresh garlic chopped – to your own taste
- Salt and pepper to taste
- One onion – chopped sauted until translucent.
- Hand full of roasted chopped walnuts.
- 4 bunches Swiss chard, cut in 1 inch pieces. It is up to you if you include the stems (I don’t, some do). I also add in a hand full of flat leafed kale and sometimes some spinach.
Put some olive oil, a couple of table spoons of the stuff, in a large skillet and heat it up nice and hot. Throw in the garlic and chard and crumbled cooked bacon. Or you can forget crumbling and just cut the bacon into small pieces BEFORE you cook it.
Toss it all around until the chard starts to wilt a little. Throw in about a table spoon of butter, the onion, and a little bit of the bacon fat (optional). Cook for about 3-4 minutes. Then drizzle with the lemon juice or vinegar, season with salt and pepper. Some people like to add some Tobasco sauce – that is up to you. Top with walnuts. Taste as you go to make it just how you like it. Simple and easy. That’s all.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. And yes, the children lived long happy lives with their new parents. They really did.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
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