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MANGO JAM!)) Boil, steam, or microwave the whole mangoes until soft. Cool, then remove the peel and inner seed; place the mango pulp in a large bowl. Use a fork or potato masher to mash the pulp well. PREP
Original recipe makes 3 cupsChange Servings
2 pounds ripe mangoes
1 1/2 cups white sugar
3/4 cup water
3 saffron threads (optional)
Directions
Place the sugar and water in a large saucepan over low heat, stir mixture, and bring to a boil. When mixture begins boiling, increase heat to medium-high. Continue boiling until fine, soft threads form, 270 degrees F (135 degrees C). Stir in the mango pulp, add the saffron threads, if desired, and boil until the mixture thickens, about 5 minutes.
Pour cooked jam into sterilized jars and seal according to canning directions.
15 mins
COOK
45 mins
*Stares at recipe for 5 minutes before dashing to make it* *Comes back eating scrumdiddliumptious mango jam* Thank you so much for the recipe. It is the best jam I've ever tasted.
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I really liked this chapter. You should have them be in Gryffindor.
That's what I'm planning since demigods have to face monsters and all (except for Drew, she gets the squid, if you know what I mean )
Whisper The Ninetales
Hey! Hey you! You! Yes, you! -is talking to Ron- STOP BEING SUCH A DIMWIT! Sheesh... I must askies you an importants questions... Do you like dinosaurs? -grants you 50000 billion mangoes with 5999999 bottles of awesomesauce mango flavor- See? Dinosaurs are awesome! I don't know what that has to do with anythings
Yay! 50000 billion mangoes with 5999999 bottles of awesome sauce mango flavor! *Eats 50000 billion mangoes and stores 50000 billion mangoes in secret hideout and drinks 5999999 bottles of awesome sauce mango flavor and stores 5999999 bottles of awesome sauce mango flavor in secret hideout* Btw, Dinosaurs have to do with a lot of things, just not this one. Unlike mangoes, however, which have to do with everything. Oh, and yes, I like dinosaurs.
Percabeth226
Awe, poor Annabeth and Percy ): AND ERMAGERDS AWESOME SAUCE ON KEWL BEANS or kewl mangoes... Yeah, awesome mangos sauce on top of kewl mangoes... Be right back *runs into kitchen and fixes a dish of awesome mango sauce on top of kewl mangoes* and thar ya go c;
Yay! Awesome mango sauce on kewl mangoes! *Shoves down awesome mango sauce on top of kewl mangoes down throat without choking* Thanks you sos much!
Celestial Unicorn
yay i found ouyt what happened next D but now there is a problem -_- that problem is...i havnt rewarded u yet so here is 1000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000 0000000 everlasting mango trees,1000000000000000000000000000 0000000000000000000000000000 00 mango cream sodas (they exsist) and a mango unicorn P enjoy
OMG! NO WAY! EVERLASTING MANGO TREES! *Faints from sheer awesomeness of everlasting mango trees*
harryginny9:
thanks…brilliant
No, thank you
DaughterofHades:
-gives u fivety trillion mangos for an update-
Yay! Mangos! –Eats all fifty trillion mangos in one bite-
Chapter 10
Percy POV
When we arrived at the castle, Annabeth and I both gasped. The architecture of the castle was amazing! What? I don't always zone off when Annabeth talks about architecture. Besides, if I did, then, I'd be in trouble with her and I don't want that.
"Oh my gods," said Annabeth, "the architecture of the castle is…"
"Simply amazing," I said
"I was going to say based on the Anglo-Franks architecture," she replied, and after looking at my pouty face (yes I have one, and yes, it works on moms and girlfriends), "but that works too."
I grinned, and gave her a peck on the cheek, before we got up to get into our robes (which I still can't believe we have to wear).
"I still can't believe we have to wear skirts," grumbled Annabeth as we exited the carriage. When we got out, the first thing we noticed was the half-giant yelling, in a slightly thick English accent that made his grammar sound bad (again, blame Annabeth), for first years.
We weren't sure where to go, since this was our first (and last) year at Hogwarts, but the rest of the kids in our grade (year, class, whatever) were going on carriages pulled by weird skeletal horses. We were just standing there, when an aged-lady (and that's saying it nicely) came up to us.
"I presume you two are the ones Kingsley retrieved from the States?" she asked
"Yes, we are, ma'am," said Annabeth, "and you are?"
"My name is Professor McGonagall," she said, "may I know your names so that I can add them to the list of those who need to be sorted?"
"I'm Percy Jackson," I said, "and this is Annabeth Chase."
"Thank you," she said, before waving her wand and muttering something in Latin. A quill (feather), parchment, and ink bottle appeared, and the quill started writing something onto the parchment, after dipping itself into the ink bottle, of course.
"I trust that Kingsley has informed you of the environment of which your pets have been placed into?" asked McGonagall.
"He mentioned that they were with the groundskeeper, Hagrid," said Annabeth
"Is that true?" I asked
"Why, of course," she replied, "Why ever would you think otherwise?"
"When you were brought up the way we were," I said, "it's kind of hard not to doubt people."
"Our neighborhood wasn't the best it could be," said Annabeth
"All right," replied McGonagall, though she seemed hesitant, "You will have to follow me for your sorting. At Hogwarts, we have 4 houses: Gryffindor, for the brave and daring; Slytherin, for the cunning and ambitious; Ravenclaw, for the intelligent and witty; and Hufflepuff, for the hard working and fair. When Hogwarts was first made, there were four founders: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw. They all handpicked their children during their lives at the school, since they had different views on who they should teach. In order for them to be able to choose those who believe should come to Hogwarts, they placed part of their brains into the hat of Godric Gryffindor, which eventually became known as the Sorting Hat. The reason I am telling you this is because the very same Sorting Hat is going to sort you two into one of the houses here at Hogwarts."
"All right, Professor McGonagall," said Annabeth
"Now follow me," she said, before opening a pair of huge doors, and walking in. We followed in, and we could feel the eyes on us. Though they couldn't really affect us (the amount of stares you get from newcomers at camp when we walk through is amazing), the staring was really getting annoying.
There was a bunch of younger children waiting at the front of these very long tables, and after Professor McGonagall walked passed them, we waited with the younger children. When she reached the pedestal with an owl on the front, she turned and beckoned us to the front. We did what she said, and stood on either side of her.
"Now," she said, "For those arriving at Hogwarts for the first time, welcome; for those who are returning, welcome back. I expect those who know the rules to follow them. Now, as you may have noticed, we have two students who seem out of place. This is because neither them nor us, here at Hogwarts, were aware of their heritage; both of which are descendants from a witch or wizard. They have been caught up in the information for the years 1-6, and will be starting this year in year 7. However, they, like all those starting their first year here at Hogwarts, will need to be sorted, and I expect the house in which they are sorted into to receive them well. Now, without a further ado, let the sorting begin. When I call your name, you will come up and sit on the stool, and will be sorted."
Annabeth and I rejoined the group of kids, and waited for our names to be called. Soon, it was Annabeth's turn as Professor McGonagall called her up with a 'Chase, Annabeth'.
She gave me a quick peck on the lips, before walking up to the stool, and sitting down. Professor McGonagall placed the hat on top of her head, and she gasped slightly. Though I could hear her gasp, no one else seemed to realize it, and I realized that her gasp was too out of a mortal's hearing range to be heard. As time went on, the hat seemed to be confused on where to place her, eventually picking Gryffindor as her house. Unlike all the other sortings, where there was clapping after the sorting (usually the loudest being from the table who the person was sorted into), after Annabeth's sorting, there was a lot of whispers.
She removed the hat, and placed it neatly on the stool, before going to sit at the Gryffindor table, near Harry, Hermione, and the two redheads. Soon, it was my turn, and I got up to sit on the stool. As soon as I stepped onto the first step, the hat yelled Gryffindor. Everyone was silent, as I made my way over to Annabeth, and sat next to her, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"The hat wasn't sure which house I should go in," she said, "it couldn't decided between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor."
"I can see why, Wise Girl," I said, and she blushed slightly
"Come on," she said, "let's see who gets sorted where."
The rest of the sorting was a blur for me, but as soon as the sorting was done, an owl came down and dropped a letter on the owl pedestal. McGonagall opened up the letter, and read it quickly. She then looked up, and said, "It seems that we will be having two Defense Against the Dark Arts Professors."
Before she could say anymore, the big double doors opened to reveal a small toad-like lady with way too much pink on her.
"Even Miss Af doesn't wear that much pink," I mumbled, and quickly sending a apology to Lady Aphrodite.
"Who's Miss Af?" asked Ron, turning his face of disgust from the toad-lady onto me
"A relative who's obsessed with love," I said, and lightning flashed before I quickly sent an apology to Lady Aphrodite again.
The toad-lady walked up, oblivious to the stares, and waited next to McGonagall, who moved out of the way. The toad-lady stepped up to the pedestal, and I was surprised that her face was visible above it.
"Good morning everyone," she chirped cheerily
"It was," mumbled Ron, and people mumbled in agreement.
"I hope that you have had a wonderful summer vacation," she continued, "Now, I apologize for not being here earlier, but the Ministry has decided that once again, someone is needed here to make sure that the education here at Hogwarts returns to what it was prior to the little mishap that had postponed the education of many of you half-br, ahem, excuse me, non-pure wizards last year. The Ministry has chosen me, Professor Umbridge, as that someone after I have been able to escape the many centaurs that reside in the Forbidden Forest. For those who I have taught previously, I hope to start on a fresh leaf, and with those I have not yet taught, I hope to have a memorable year with you. I have been informed by the Minister of Magic that I will be taking over the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, as I have in my last year of teaching. I hope that we have a wonderful year, and that it will be as fruitful for you as I hope it will be."