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Europeans, I have some questions.
Do you know what ambrosia salad is?
If so, is the version you know of a) a normal salad or b) a "dessert" salad?
Do you know what Dirt Cake is?
If so, is that common knowledge in your region?
(What country/region do you live in, other context you wish to add, etc)
I'm working on the new Shivadh novel and I underestimated the comedic potential of Simon, a classically trained French chef who has been cooking for European nobility for thirty years, trying to set a menu for a graduation party with Noah, your average American teenaged garbage disposal, and Eddie, who is literally based on Guy Fieri. Reminds me of the bit in Infinite Jes where Michaelis mentions that Eddie and Gerald had him judge a debate about Hot Pockets and then confesses he doesn't actually know what they are.
(Context for the end of the snippet -- Hugo and Gwen are Simon's brother and sister-in-law, Claude is his young nephew.)
"Huh, okay, so are we doing like a salad theme?"Â
"How do you mean?" Noah asked.
"Oh, just, you've got a potato salad and a pasta salad. I'd suggest a Jello salad for dessert but..." Eddie broke off at Alanna's horrified look. "That is what you will see on everyone's face," he said to Noah, pointing at Alanna.Â
"Not so, I could do an aspic," Simon protested. "Sweet or savory, very traditional -- not this nonsense from American cookbooks from sixty years ago."
"American nonsense is kinda my brand," Noah pointed out. "Uh, I don't think we realized we were building a giant salad course but I am into that, actually. I'd like to discuss the Jello Salad," he said, and Eddie crowed delightedly while Alanna blanched, so Simon had to mediate a good-natured but extensive debate about gelatin in sweet dessert salads.Â
It was an education; when he showed Hugo and Gwen what Americans thought ambrosia salad was, later, their horror was gratifying. It was a fitting prelude to his next exhibit, the Dirt Cake pudding cup, which made Hugo pretend to faint but -- even better -- fascinated little Claude so much that he insisted he wanted them instead of a cake for his next birthday.Â
"He'll forget by the time the birthday arrives," Simon assured Hugo, who pretended to mop a sweaty brow. "And if he doesn't, I can elevate this. A light coffee mousse with chocolate biscuits -- drizzle with a sweet wine reduction -- jellied candy flavored with dragonfruit and blackcurrant."
"Can we put bones in the dirt?" Claude asked, already exploring his terrible American dessert options on his tablet.Â
"Not human," Gwen said hurriedly. "That's a bridge too far for a birthday party, my darling," she told Claude.Â
"Dinosaur bones?" Claude asked hopefully. Gwen and Hugo both looked at Simon.Â
"Meringue, or marzipan," Simon pronounced. "Yes, that could be done. Well, my little gravedigger, we will see," he told Claude, tousling his hair.
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My favourite first listens of 2023!
In no particular order â though I will say that my album of the year is Take Me Back To Eden & my song of the year is The Dirt Iâm Buried In!
Dance Devil Dance (2023) â Avatar (standout song: The Dirt Iâm Buried In)
Take Me Back To Eden (2023) â Sleep Token (standout song: Rain)
In Absentia (2002) â Porcupine Tree (standout song: The Sound of Muzak)
Larks Tonguesâ In Aspic (1973) â King Crimson (standout song: Easy Money)
Train of Thought (2003) â Dream Theater (standout song: In The Name of God)
Aqualung (1971) â Jethro Tull (standout song: Aqualung)
Abbey Road (1969) â the Beatles (standout song: I Want You (Sheâs So Heavy))
Screaming for Vengeance (1982) â Judas Priest (standout song: Electric Eye)
Up The Downstair (1993) â Porcupine Tree (standout song: Burning Sky/Fadeaway)
Danger Money (1979) â U.K. (standout song: Danger Money)
Thick As A Brick (1972) â Jethro Tull (standout song: Pt. 1)
Todd Rundgrenâs Utopia (1974) â Utopia (standout song: Utopia Theme)
Red (1974) â King Crimson (standout song: Starless)
The Least We Can Do Is Wave To Each Other (1970) â Van der Graaf Generator (standout song: After The Flood)
Eternal Blue (2021) â Spiritbox (standout song: Circle With Me)
Honourable mentions
Individual songs I enjoyed a lot!
Get Him Back! â Olivia Rodrigo
Veteran of the Psychic Wars â Blue Ăyster Cult
Perhaps â Guns Nâ Roses
The Green Manalishi (With The Three-Pronged Horn) â Judas Priest
Personal Shopper â Steven Wilson
I Can See You â Taylor Swift
Solsbury Hill â Peter Gabriel
Rockinâ In The Free World â Neil Young
Doctor Doctor â UFO
Montana â Frank Zappa
Practice What You Preach â Testament
Love From The Other Side â Fall Out Boy
Mother â Danzig
I Donât Wanna Be Me â Type O Negative
Inamorata â Metallica
Starlifter: Fearless Pt. 2 â Crown Lands
Man With An Open Heart â King Crimson
Cat Food â King Crimson
Still⊠You Turn Me On â Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Hollywood Nights â Bob Seger
World Painted Blood â Slayer
Lazarus â Porcupine Tree
Anaesthetise â Porcupine Tree
From The Beginning â Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Everybody Wants To Rule The World â Tears For Fears
Tarkus â Emerson, Lake & Palmer
If Darkness Had A Son â Metallica
The Turn of a Friendly Card â the Alan Parsons Project
Games People Play â the Alan Parsons Project
Take The Time â Dream Theater
LâEnfant Sauvage â Gojira
Only For The Weak â In Flames
A Place Youâll Never Find â Skylimit
Blessed Be â Spiritbox
Honey (Are U Coming?) â MĂ„neskin
Tomorrow Night â Atomic Rooster
Rotoscope â Spiritbox
The Dog, The Dog, Heâs At It Again â Caravan
Too Close/Too Late â Spiritbox
Jaded â Spiritbox
Gone â Geddy Lee
I Am⊠You Are â Geddy Lee
Kayleigh â Marillion
#dustnroses.txt#prog rock#classic rock#metal#a good music year! very proggy and metally#i listened to a ton of stuff but these are my highlights :)
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Putting Right What Once Went Wrong
I very much enjoy watching Dylan Hollisâ TikTok channel. Heâs funny and entertaining. And in addition to enjoying either his Tiktok or YouTube channels, you should totally think about buying his cookbook, Baking Yesteryear.
However, most of the recipes he makes are Very Bad. Not because heâs a bad cook, of course - heâs a pretty good cook, especially for someone who has no professional training. Rather, he enjoys vintage things, and heâs pulling out weird and sometimes unspeakable recipes from the 1900s. Some of these recipes are just not made for modern tastes - tomato aspic, for example. And seeing as we had a couple of wars, and the Great Depression, some of these recipes were made to make do with what people could manage - sure Hoover Stew is bland, but for a few bucks you could feed a family of four for a couple of days. Others are... well, I understand the cultural forces which yielded the tuna salad jello, but I canât say I approve. And there were some incredibly poor decisions in those little community cookbooks.
Sometimes, he finds a recipe that I see and say âSure, that is terrible. But I see potential.â And to me thatâs a challenge. Can I take this recipe and make it into something good while still retaining the inherent character of the recipe? Can I take the cheese cookies and make them good but also still cheese cookies? (In that instance, I got a lot of âhereâs this scone recipe, itâs so much betterâ and no comprehension that Iâm sure it is but that was not my goal.)
Most recently, he made a WWI Trench Cake. I do not know what made it a trench cake - no one was doing any baking in the trenches, and certainly not making this. He describes the result as ânot awful bit it is... sad.â
And, well, I see why. This is a recipe trying to make do with very limited supplies. They were in a war.
But in a war we are not. And I wondered what I could do with this recipe. What if we took off the restraints, and maybe updated it for the modern palate?
So, letâs see what weâre working with. This is the recipe as I got from the video:
WWI Trench Cake
 Ingredients
·        1 and 7/8 cups (8oz) flour
·        œ cup (4 oz) margarine
·        œ cup (3 oz) brown sugar
·        2 tsp cocoa
·        œ tsp nutmeg
·        œ tsp ginger
·        3 oz currants
·        œ cup milk
·        1 tsp white vinegar
·        œ tsp bicarbonate
 1) Preheat oven to 350°F
2) Rub the margarine into the flour. Add the brown sugar, cocoa, nutmeg, ginger, and currants
3) Combine the milk, white vinegar, and baking soda in a separate bowl and combine.
4) Combine all ingredients and put in a loaf pan. Bake in a moderate oven for about an hour.
Of course, Iâm translating units as appropriate. Also I have no fucking clue why theyâd use the terribly awkward âquarter of a pintâ of milk. A pint is 2 cups. The recipe calls for half a cup of milk.
So, my thinking is thus. Now, today we expect a sweeter, richer cake. And seeing as weâre not in a way the flavorings can be gloriously abundant, rather than vague hints.
I figured I could go two ways - I could either make this a spice cake with raisins, or lean into the chocolate approach, In retrospect, I was misled by his reference to cocoa power as a flavoring: the point of the cocoa powder is to give the cake a brown color and to neutralize any excess vinegar. But, when I did this, I decided to go the chocolate route; my spouse likes chocolate.
So, the changes I made:
Increase the sugar from 1/2 cup to 3/4 cups.
Increase the cocoa from 2 tsp to 1/2 cup.
Get rid of the ginger - while ginger is fine, itâs a strong flavor which will fight the cocoa.
Replace the currants with 1 cup of chocolate chips.
Add one egg for richness
Increase the milk to 2/3 cups
I also realized that half a cup of cocoa - which is quite alkaline - is going to neutralize the vinegar. If I rely on baking soda this is NOT going to rise. So I added a full teaspoon of baking power.
So, what I made was:
WWI Trench Cake Chocolate Variant
 Ingredients
·        1 and 7/8 cups (8oz) flour
·        œ cup (4 oz) margarine
·        3/4 cup (3 oz) brown sugar
·        œ cup cocoa
·        œ tsp nutmeg
·        1 cup chocolate chips
·        2/3 cup milk
·        1 large egg
·        1 tsp white vinegar
·        œ tsp baking soda
·        1 tsp baking powder
 1)     Preheat oven to 350°F
2)Â Â Â Â Â Rub the margarine into the flour. Add the brown sugar, cocoa, nutmeg, baking powder, and chocolate chips
3)Â Â Â Â Â Combine the milk, egg, white vinegar, baking soda in a separate bowl and combine.
4)Â Â Â Â Â Combine all ingredients and put in a loaf pan. Bake in a moderate oven for about an hour.
The result was Not Bad. I would describe it as very brownie-like. It could be bit more moist and rich. My spouse described it as âbetter than what they serve at most coffee shopsâ which is accurate but not a high bar.
I think it would benefit from a frosting or nutella. But if I were doing it again,I think I would add 3/4 of a cup of granulated sugar, another egg, and half a teaspoon of espresso powder.
Nonetheless, Iâm happy with the result. I may someday try the other route and make more of a tea cake - just have half a cup of sugar, 1 egg and 1 egg white(beaten) use a bit more nutmeg and ginger, and maybe some cloves or allspice, and some almond extract, plus half a teaspoon of baking powder.
The unfortunate problem is, my spouse and I donât need to be eating so many experimental cakes. For this one, as you can see, I made two mini loaves and fobbed one off on a friend who has two kids. Iâm looking forward to when their boys are teenagers - I will make So Much Food.
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Goodnight Sweet Thing
June 03, 2024
Two female wrestlers. One giant ring of Jell-O. One night only. Earlier this month, in celebration of Cristine Bracheâs second book of poems, Goodnight Sweet Thing (anonymous Publishing, 2024), the artist took her pages to the stage with co-director Sigrid Lauren in an original theatrical adaptation at 4n studio in Chinatown. Starring Emily Allan, Betsey Brown, and Joshua Weidenmiller with a live score by Ryan Woodhall, the sold-out show carried themes pertinent to Bracheâs series of work over the last few years, including Americaâs Sweetest Dream (NADA, 2023) and her short film titled Carmen (2023), all of which explores the complexity of power dynamics, mortality, and the female psyche.
Words by Vivien Lee
Photos by Alon Sicherman
Robert Greene, the author of The 48 Laws of Power once said that power is an invisible realm that envelopes society, where people continually battle each other though no one is trained to talk about it. Only when you make mistakes do you realize how political people are.
The rules of the game are simple, a referee in a fetish mask (Joshua Weidenmiller) exclaims to the crowd. Please. Donât. Hurt. Me. Borrowing lines from Bracheâs poems, the actorsâ fragmented dialogues are a jarring display of cognitive dissonance in a three tableau narrative involving sports, the psyche, and polite society. The opponents, named Nothing Girl and Mary Magdalene, face each other in front of the nationâs flag, topping each other from the bottom, moving in-sync, writhing in a pool of red gelatin. The audience laughs, not knowing what to expect next. In the second scene, Josh plays an analyst examining Betsey in a lounge chair, an element of Jungian and Freudian influence on the nightâs inquiries. Among those inquiries, the showâs co-directors probe into Americaâs obsession with the masking of oneself in order to survive and exist in reality; the juxtaposition of constraint and consequence deeply embedded in our daily roles.
âSports mirror the facade of contemporary life,â Sigrid describes her and Bracheâs vision for the evening, or poetry in motion, as she calls it. âWeâre expected to perform, constantly pitted against one another within the capitalist machine under the scrutiny of a faceless judge.â One summary of the show could be more or less a marriage of central ideas revolving around interdependence, the unconscious, and PsychologyToday.com.
The third act ends with a play off of a prom scene, a celebratory tradition rooted in gendered competition and peer judgments. It would make sense that the use of Jell-O also holds origins as a 20th century symbol of another American inventionâspecifically aspic, molded vessels that once encapsulated long hours of domestic female labor as privileged entertainment. Inspired by the fetish magazine Blushes, Bracheâs book cover depicts an AI-generated image of a mannequin-like woman with a man pouring water over her legs, imbued with an idyllic quality aesthetically referencing JCPenney catalogs from the â80s and conventional (or otherwise sanitized) notions of beauty.
Victorian era music plays in the background. Nothing Girl pushes Mary forward, who prays on her backside. Why does being sick last so long? She screams. âSheâs sick because sheâs staring at her reflection,â explains Sigrid. âSheâs sick because she is using others, because she has to work too much, or maybe, because the machine is sick."
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Brain Curd #55
Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible⊠but, you know, in an endearing way. This is the conclusion to Brain Curd #54, so please read that first.
Grace poured water into the glass in front of Brenadine, stopping exactly a half inch from the rim. She pulled back the pitcher and held it steadily, just as she was trained to.
âWould you like anything else to drink this evening?â
âHmmm.â Brenadine leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the table. âI drove here, so I think Iâll start with just two beers.â
Grace screamed internally.
âYou know what, though? Iâm ready to order my whole meal.â
Grace tilted her head. âAre you sure you wouldnât prefer to wait for the rest of your party?â
âNah. Theyâre all the type for sushi and gazpacho. Wonât touch hot foods with a twenty-foot fork. Whatever ya got in the walk-in thatâs safe to eat cold, theyâll just have that. For me, though, I want the five courses of the day.â
Grace looked side to side, saw no one was looking, and leaned in to whisper. âMadam, you do know the five course meal is over one thousand dollars, do you not?â
Brenadine smirked and looked her in the eye. âI reckon you arenât even supposed to talk prices at the table⊠are you?â
âI just wouldnât want there to be an unpleasant situation later on.â
âYou best believe there will be if you donât give my order to the kitchen.â
Grace stood up straight. âOf course, right away madam.â
She speedwalked to the kitchen and set the pitcher down on the counter. âTable ten wants the five-course. Iâll be back in a minute.â She then went to the bar and filled two glasses with their finest beer. Grace figured if money was no object for Brenadine, sheâd at the very least puff up the minimum gratuity.
Grace returned to the kitchen and took the plate for the first course: a single smoked quail yolk on a sesame cracker. She arrived at the table with that plate and those two glasses of beer. Brenadine began chugging one immediately and slammed it on the table, punctuating it with a loud belch.
âOh, hell yeah!â Brenadine slammed back the first course and moaned with pleasure.
Grace stood there awkwardly, waiting for her to stop, but she just kept going. The best way out was to slowly and subtly back away.
Course two: miso-infused sous vide coconut served over a bed of rice, topped with beluga caviar. This was a larger plate than the first - at least two bites for the average person, maybe three - but Bernadine swallowed it practically whole. And the reception was much the same as for the first course - perhaps louder.
Course three: a deconstructed fruit salad aspic selection - in other words, fancy virgin Jell-O shots. Brenadine seemed less interested in this part of her meal. The two beers seemed to have made her a bit introspective.
âGrace, be honest with me.â
âOkay.â
âAm I obnoxious?â The false lashes were falling off of her left eye.
âUh⊠your fourth course is ready.â
Course four: herb butter basted lamb chop with a rainbow chutney and saffron couscous. Bernadineâs head was on the table.
âAre you alright?â Grace asked.
âNo.â Bernadine wiped her nose on the table cloth. âIâm not alright. My husband left me and Iâm going to die alone.â
âNo⊠no, youâre not going to die alone. Youâll find someone new.â
âNo I wonât. People barely put up with me. I barely put up with most of them.â Tears ran down her cheek. âI loved him, Grace.â
Grace hesitantly rubbed her back with one hand. âItâll be alright.â
âMaybe. But maybe now I have everything except what matters.â She sniffled. âI should go. Iâm ruining the place for everyone else.â Bernadine fished around in her purse for her wallet and pulled out a credit card. âHere,â she threw it on the table. âKeep it.â She got up and walked away, but turned around to say one more thing. âYou can have my dessert. Thank you for listening.â
âWhat about your lamb chop?â
âIâm not hungry.â She waved it away. âTake it.â
Bernadine stumbled away, zig-zagging across the restaurant until she found the curtain which hid the ownerâs office. She looked it up and down, pushed it out of her way, and stumbled in. Grace moved to stop her, but Winston held her back by the shoulder. She looked him in the eye, and he nodded.
âTake the rest of the evening off, Grace. Sorry I couldnât warn you.â
Grace sat down at table ten to eat the fourth course. It was delicious, and certainly more filling than anything else sheâd brought to the table that evening, but nevertheless it was fleeting. Winston brought her the final plate.
Course five: a matcha ice cream rose served on a bed of dark chocolate brownie soil. The rose was a contradiction - despite sublimating liquid nitrogen into a thin fog, the outer petals wilted and melted before her eyes - it was too delicate to save from its fate. She took a spoonful to her mouth and savored it: rich, airy, bittersweet.
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Aspic fumes AU with the new DHMIS show. Jobs is just the trio walking around in a factory. Death is Duck believing he's dead while the other two befriend some pink putty. Family is Lillie and Todney trying to invite them over to their house only for Red Guy and Duck to leave while Roy picks up Yellow Guy after dinner. Friendship is the trio believing they have a computer and Warren believing he's an eagle. Transport is Red Guy playing with a toy train and stealing a car. IDK for Electricity.
Electricity is the trio convinced that they're experiencing a blackout when in reality they just haven't flipped the light switch yet
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Multi-group-Chat
Text fic
MultiNoir, Ladynoir, Marichat, Adrianette, Ladrien, DJWifi
AO3
Part 4
01:30 pm
Private messages Ladybug - Chat Noir
MyLady: why do u hate Adrien?
MyLady: r u jealous?
Kitty: really?
Kitty: what does he have that i donât?
Kitty: fan girls? Pretty face? Fame? Money?
MyLady: Chat
Kitty: cause iâve got that all covered
Kitty: the only thing
Kitty: he seems to have yr vote for him over me
MyLady: Chat
MyLady: uâr my partner
MyLady: iâd never choose someone else over u
MyLady: in battle
MyLady: i just donât get it
MyLady: why r u so much against him?
Kitty: thatâs simple
Kitty: he failed u
MyLady: Chat
MyLady: u werenât there
MyLady: how can u judge him?
Kitty: neither were u
Kitty: anyway
Kitty: u can have him
Kitty: but i prefer Luka
Kitty: just for u to know
MyLady: SM knows Lukaâs id
Kitty: it didnât disturb u during wishmaker
MyLady: i didnât have much choice
MyLady: but if we train Adrien
MyLady: we may have this choice
Kitty: what ever
MyLady: thank u, Chat
Kitty: u know i canât fight u, my lady
Kitty: u have power over me
MyLady: kitty
MyLady: donât
Kitty: ...
01:43 pm
The team - group chat
Carapace: why everyone left?
Carapace: i feel lonely
Rena Rouge: iâm here, babe
Rena Rouge: but it looks like some things r better to be discussed in PM
Rena Rouge: u know, by our main couple
Ladybug: we r not a couple
Chat Noir: yet
Rena Rouge: see, babe?
Rena Rouge: those were the magic words for LB and CN to appear
Ladybug: Chat
Chat Noir: u know u love me
Chat Noir deleted a message
Chat Noir: i have to be on the alert when new guys appear on the team
Ladybug: Chat, will u add him?
Ladybug: iâm not an admin for this chat
Chat Noir: but u r the admin for this Chat
Ladybug: kitty
Chat Noir: i love when she calls me that
Chat Noir added Aspic
Rena Rouge: and here i thought it was already the top level fun)
Rena Rouge: hey Aspic
Carapace: greetings, dude
Ladybug: welcome to the team, Aspic
Multimouse: hello Aspic
Chat Noir: u r on training, donât relax too much
Ladybug: Chat
Aspic: umm, hello?
Aspic: what am i doing here?
Aspic: are u all superheroes?
Aspic: i thought i failed
Ladybug: donât say that, Aspic
Ladybug: uâve done a great job
Ladybug: and we want u to do even better
Chat Noir: which wonât be too hard...
Ladybug: Chat
Chat Noir: sorry
Chat Noir: we welcome you in the team, Aspic, and will gladly train u
Carapace: wow, more passive-aggressive here
Carapace: i thought it was the Ladybug/Multimouse thing
Aspic: Ladybug canât be like that
Aspic: sheâs perfect
Ladybug: kfusgaiflcbaueod
Ladybug: sorry
Rena Rouge: here it comes
Chat Noir: u right, she is
Chat Noir: i guess itâs something we can agree on
Chat Noir: anyway
Chat Noir: iâll make a schedule and send here
Chat Noir: if someone canât cower their night, weâll fix it
Chat Noir: i think itâs better to have stable pairs for few patrols
Chat Noir: then we switch
Chat Noir: Ladybug can have the snake
Chat Noir: Rena and the turtle can go together
Chat Noir: princess is with me
Aspic: schedule?
Aspic: princess?
Aspic: umm
Ladybug: iâll explain everything on our first patrol
Ladybug: donât worry
Rena Rouge: :)
Ladybug: Chat
Ladybug: what about us?
Chat Noir: what about us?
Ladybug: our patrols
Chat Noir: we fight akumas like every day
Chat Noir: plus the team needs us more then we need each other now
Chat Noir: itâs not like weâre a couple
Ladybug: ...
Ladybug: r u still mad at me?
Chat Noir: no
Chat Noir: but they need a training
Chat Noir: patrols are a good starting point
Ladybug: uâr right
Aspic: whoâs Multimouse?
03:14 pm
Private messages Nino - Adrien
Nino: dude
Nino: u were tired today
Nino: r u ok?
Adrien: sure
Adrien: just a late night
Nino: reading fanfictions again?
Adrien: it was just once, Nino
Nino: right) i believe u
Nino: so
Adrien: so?
Nino: what with all the glances?
Adrien: what do u mean?
Nino: at school
Nino: i trust u didnât stare at my girlfriend
Adrien: bro
Adrien: i would never
Nino: i know, bro
Nino: but it makes me wonder
Nino: Marinette?
Adrien: what about her?
Nino: dude, iâm not blind
Nino: u couldnât keep yr eyes of her
Adrien: me???
Adrien: and Mari?
Adrien: we r just friends
Nino: right
Nino: thatâs what i thought)
Nino: anyway
Nino: u wonât believe whatâs happening
Nino: we have a superhero group chat now
Nino: and brand new heroes no oneâve seen yet
Nino: and weâll patrol the city in pairs now
Nino: iâm so glad i can share with u now
Adrien: wow
Adrien: this sounds cool
Adrien: u deserve it, Nino
Adrien: uâre great
Nino: iâm only worried about the couple
Adrien: the couple?
Nino: Ladybug and Chat Noir
Adrien: r they a thing?
Adrien: i didnât know that
Nino: haha, neither do they)
Nino: itâs just obvious for us
Nino: but not for them
Nino: kind of like u and Mari
Adrien: me and Mari?
Adrien: but we r friends
Nino: thatâs what they think too
Nino: anyway
Nino: what iâm worried about, is that they fight over those other new heroes
Nino: if LB have chosen someone herself, why would she dislike her?
Adrien: that sounds strange
Nino: but then again
Nino: thereâs Chloe
Nino: so u never know
Nino: and Chat Noir
Adrien: what about him?
Adrien: is he being annoying again?
Nino: no, not at all
Nino: i was really mad when i said that
Nino: he is actually very professional
Nino: especially in organizing a team, it turns out
Nino: but the thing is
Nino: i thought he was really into Ladybug
Adrien: me too
Adrien: what makes u think he is not?
Nino: Multimouse
Adrien: Multimouse?
Nino: itïżœïżœïżœs a new mouse hero
Nino: well like old new mouse hero
Nino: anyway
Nino: Chat Noir definitely got it bad for her
Adrien: bckemaoafheuian
Adrien: my phone fell
Adrien: why do u think so?
Nino: he is like overprotective of her
Nino: especially with Ladybug
Nino: and he calls her princess
Nino: in front of LB as well
Nino: and he was like puppy all around her
Nino: even in the chat
Nino: and took her for a date
Nino: and it seems the date went well
Adrien: from what uâre saying it sounds bad
Adrien: but maybe he is just being friendly?
Adrien: he seems to be fair to Ladybug
Nino: maybe he thinks so
Nino: but i think heâs long gone under the princessâs spell
Adrien: hmm
[part 1] [part 3] ... [part 5]
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Bonjour, bonsoir peut-ĂȘtre, et si comme nous vous ne vous embĂȘtez pas avec les salutations guindĂ©es : Coucou,coucou !
On voulait faire un petit post pour prĂ©senter la fanfiction que nous sommes en train d'Ă©crire, parce que... et bien, elle nous tient Ă cĆur cette histoire !
1975, Poudlard :
En ces temps sombres et troubles, les élÚves du collÚge Poudlard sont encore à l'abri au sein des murs du chùteau. Il s'agit aussi de la cinquiÚme année des Maraudeurs, de Lily, Mary, MarlÚne, Dorcas et de Severus Rogue. Entre romance, chamailleries, anniversaires surprises, transformation en animagi, magie noire, trahisons et parfois comédie musicale, les adolescents devenus trop vite adultes doivent faire face au monde qui les attend aprÚs qu'ils aient passé leurs ASPICs. La guerre est toute proche mais l'insouciance doit encore subsister.
Nous espérons que ce résumé vous a plu ou tout au moins intrigué et on vous retrouve bientÎt avec un extrait du premier chapitre.
XOXO, les autrices.
#fanfiction#wolfstar#french side of tumblr#jily#marauders#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#lily evans#severus snape#dorcas meadowes#marlene mckinnon#mary macdonald#regulus black#dumbledore est tellement out of character#minerva mcgonagall#first wizarding war#poudlard#Kenneth est un personnage extraordinaire#c'est notre fierté#avec Astronomy#astronomy#peter pettigrew#sbts#struck by the stars
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Are there any cool environments that you would like to see more of in fantasy books / tv shows / games / movies ? For example: mushroom fortresses, desert oasis towns, subterranean castles, etc.
I really want to see fantasy settings in late 1800's - early 1900's aesthetics. The old west, 20's art deco cityscapes, the industrial revolution. Dwarven bandit train heists, high elf yuppies eating suspension aspic hors d'oeuvres at a kinetoscope film debut. Half-orc newsy kids trying to get a quick buck off of well-to-do human businessmen. I want to see a Halfling Sherriff and his Half Orc Deputy have a Good, Bad & The Ugly quickdraw showdown with a bunch of Dragonborn outlaws next to The Town Saloon, full of drunkards and tiefling jezebels working the upstairs brothels. Old washed up wizards trying to get into Engineering science and cheat by using magic when they cant figure out a practical application/solution to something.
I don't even think the setting could necessarily be mutually exclusive with traditional Castle and Dungeon aesthetics as I think an interesting story could be made out of how the Old World is dying and making way for an industrialized future (For better or, more likely, for worse).
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Embark on your journey to become an expert assessor in Automotive Spice with QMGC's Intacs Provisional Assessor course. Enroll now to gain the knowledge and skills needed for success!
#automotive spice assessment#automotive spice consulting#automotive spice training#intacs pa course#aspice consulting#aspice training#aspice assessment#Intacs Provisional Assessor course
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how do you draw Nines?? is it like this? 1. draw soft boi ( Connor) 2. erase those puppy eyes and give him cold dead orbs and eyebrows that could shank someone. am I close???
YOUâRE ABSOLUTELY CORRECT, ANON. That having been said, just to state the obvious, ALL RK900S ARE PRECIOUS AND WORTHY: âDead-Orbed Eyebrow Shankerâ Nines, âErotic Asphyxiation Guruâ Nines, âEmotions Are for Children and Italiansâ Nines, âSoft and Wetâ Nines, âBabeyâs First Day at Pre-Kâ Nines, âGay and Unhinged About Itâ Nines, THEY MUST ALL BE CHERISHED
Sometimes I give Connor and Nines different bone structures, or maybe I just think about giving them different bone structures and donât actually do it??? Do I even know how to bone structure in art? Debatable. This blog is not a place for representational accuracy so a lot goes fast and loose around these parts. Itâs all good SO AS LONG AS NINES IS CHERISHED
If itâs the Apollo addressed in that one Cassandra comic, TRULY, WHAT THE FUCK, APOLLO, RIGHT???
Itâs nice when that comic makes the rounds without it turning into a reblog fight about how Cassandra ~deserved it for breaking a promise to Apollo~ and how ~the original myth explains why she was in the wrong~. I think Iâve written enough about my opinions on those stances to have purged myself of the need to write any more, but still, very pleasant not to have to think about it!
Oh gosh definitely not a professional in re: art! Not only because I struggle a lot with basics and technique, but I donât have the work ethic, either! But thatâs okay! I have fun here regardless, and Iâm very happy to hear that you enjoyed looking through the blog! Thank you thank you v v v
WHATâS UP KNUCKLEFUCK my god I have not been accused of being Ana Marie Cox in 10+ years, THIS... IS A FLASHBACK EPISODE. Are you Ana Marie Cox?!
RBR was such a meaningful time for me! I suppose my politics have changed since -- or rather, Iâve learned a lot about how my politics were not being served adequately by elected officials -- but what I remember most fondly about RBR is our vernacular, the in-jokes, and the moments when we were the most determined to make RPF resemble real people as little as possible. Our sloe-eyed ex may be in the rearview, but RBR, I think of you all the time.
Aaaaa thank you so much, Iâm glad they were a good time! :â) IT APPEARS THAT IâVE PEAKED VERY EARLY, BUT I WILL CONTINUE TO PLAGUE THIS FANDOM UNTIL I AM DRUMMED OUT OF TOWN
YOU SHOULD BE SORRY ABOUT THIS!!! YOU COME INTO MY HOME, DUAL-WIELDING MONSTROUS DISCORD-BASED ALTERNATE UNIVERSES OF BOTTOMLESS HORROR, SMASHING THEM TOGETHER TO FORM ONE GIGANTIC MONSTROUS DISCORD-BASED ALTERNATE UNIVERSE OF BOTTOMLESS HORROR!!!!!! I most definitely did not even consent to Teletubby Vacuum Nines, that is not even a monstrosity that I signed up for
I really wish that there were a better way to share these âyou had to be thereâ trains of thought with people, because Iâm sure that literally everyone has accidentally come up with horrible things that make them laugh for years to come, and yet so much of their charm is impossible to capture in subsequent explanations. Like how would you go about explaining JELLO NINES? âWell itâs that jelly is very... versatile... and we talked about Gavin deciding that if he can make anything out of aspic, he can make a boyfriend out of aspic too... and itâs just very funny to think that a Nines made out of jelly, a QUIVERING TRANSLUCENT DUNGEON BOSS, is for some reason MUCH BETTER LOVED BY GAVIN THAN THE ACTUAL NINESâ
I cannot draw this, Sun. I cannot draw this because I cannot explain it. I cannot draw it... but I will love it to my dying day
!!! THIS IS AN HONOR thank you very much! I am grateful for this follow, given with absolutely nothing received in return! I suppose I can say for myself that I donât update frequently enough to clutter up your dash overmuch, which is a small but truthful thing. I also just generally like shooting shit about fandom-at-large and tropes in the abstract, so I know that we have things in common beyond the vagaries of what particular fandoms we are involved with!
I wonder what my Thoughts on Yaoi are at the moment, I should gaze inwardly and poll myself on this very important matter.
#askbox#sketch#detroit become human#rk900#gavin reed#reed900#mythology#rahmbamarama#rbr make the veronicas proud
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Lin by Ron Lemen
This is Lin.
 Sheâs a gland artist or a spit-sculptor, holding one of her most recent pieces in this portrait. Sheâs a Khepri living in Aspic Hole, in New Crobuzon. You should pick up one of her sculptures soon, I hear they are going to be worth a lot some day. Hop on a train at Perdido Street Station, you should be able to get to her stop from there.
 Lin is acrylic and ink on Cottonwood Illustration board, 5Ⳡx 7 3/4Ⳡin size.
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The Arcana - Cooking For MC (Headcanons)
-- Asra --Â
Life as a street orphan makes cooks of us all. If he wasnât a child desperately stealing fruit, he was a teenage magician earning coppers to buy scraps from the butcher and bartering for old, bruised squash. He quickly had to learn how to stretch his meager rations as far as he could, and cooking was the way to do it.
Heâs come a long way from the one single pot he and Muriel would squat over while hiding away in the docks. Now, he and you happily enjoy a consistent diet of fresh groceries, sometimes he cooks and sometimes you do.Â
All his cookery he learned in Vesuvia - pasta, lentils, chickpeas, tomatoes, cumin, basil, ocean seafood. The both of you donât quite earn enough to splurge on the good cuts of beef, but you never have to worry about going hungry.Â
And you donât have to worry about bland, burnt food, either. Asra can reliably hold his own in the kitchen. He doesnât exactly follow recipes, just tosses together stuff according to what feels right in his heart. A holdover from the days where he had to improvise all his food.Â
Thereâs more holdovers; he hates tossing away uneaten food, or groceries that have gone bad. Heâll keep the chicken bones to make into a broth for tomorrow. He never peel potatoes or fruit âcause the skins contain valuable nutrients. He cringes at people who throw away the heads of fish. The leftover fat in the pan is made into gravy, or pastry frosting, or soap. Occasionally, he and you give away your leftovers to the urchins that hang around the neighborhood.Â
When itâs his turn to cook, expect traditional Vesuvian cuisine like flatbreads, hummus, and vegetable soup. Herbs used in the shop are sometimes thrown into the dish, like thyme or myrtle leaves. Asraâs cooking regularly gets to grace your stomach, and itâs very lovely and nice uwu
-- Julian --Â
Everybody who knows Julian holds vehemently that he canât cook worth a damn. Heâs not gonna poison you, but itâs true that he canât do more than toss various things into a pot and pray that it comes out edible.Â
So when heâs forced to cook, everything ends up tasting like the same sort of bland, unspiced mush. And itâs almost always boiled, never roasted or fried. He just seems incapable of not burning anything, so he avoids pancooking ingredients if he can avoid it. And even his soups tend to have burnt residue at the bottom.
Not only that, but traditional Nevevion cuisine ... can be an acquired taste in itself. Like pickled herring covered with beet mayonnaise, cold aspic on toast, and really, really salty fish roe. He grew up eating actually good food cooked by his adopted family, but itâs unfortunately easy to turn a cabbage and potato recipe into nasty gross mush, especially under Julianâs hands.Â
He knows heâs shit at cooking, but sometimes it canât be avoided. Ready-made takeout isnât always available in their world, so if someone needs to eat, they usually gotta cook. Cue boiled chicken and carrots a-la Julian. At least he added some salt, this time. He blames his Nevevion heritage for lacking an affinity for spices.
With shitty cooking skills come an ability to eat anything. Julian doesnât turn down a dish if heâs hungry, even if itâs some bullshit. Except for spicy stuff - itâs like the only pain he doesnât get off on. Just a little jalapeno in his rice will turn his entire face red and give him hiccups.
So say you donât have time to cook dinner for the both of them tonight, heâd much rather the two of you go eat at an inn than force your divine tongue to be sullied by his dreadful meals. However, he can be taught to cook if you two can find the time, and will eventually get the hang of it. You and Julian in the kitchen, warm and cozy, teaching him how to make a good macaroni? Now thatâs an afternoon date in the making.
-- Nadia --Â
Growing up royal meant Nadia never had to cook for herself. To some, itâd be very improper for someone of Nadiaâs standing to ever cook, especially in the same kitchen as the servants. But in-between her piano lessons and fencing training and literacy/history/mathematic/public speaking tutoring, she also devoted some personal time in reading up on skills she wouldnât have been taught - like gardening, jewelry craft, and also cooking and baking.
She had this stint of candy-making when she was a teen, after seeing sugarspun candies in the market that were shaped into different, multi-colored animals and flowers. She would sneak into the kitchen and, with the help of particular cook friend, make candied nuts, meringues, taffies, marzipan. And with the skills she learned making candies, she also learned how to bake and cook various things.
Rarely did she ever get to exercise her cooking skills beyond a mere pastime. She had no one to cook for, nor enough spare time. So very few people knew she bakes a mean butter cashew cake.
One day, she just kinda absentmindedly mentions that she knows how to cook a few things, so you insist she show you, which kinda takes her off-guard and sheâs a little nervous, because itâs been a long time since she busted out the olâ apron, and what if you donât like what she makes??
She goes to the kitchens and almost bails out, even briefly entertains the thought of passing off the chefâs cooking for her own, but chases that thought from her mind. The palace servants gets to witness the Countess roll up her sleeves with a determined grunt and go ham on some pistachios.Â
You wait patiently in the solar (as she instructed), and Nadia brings up a beautiful tray of brightly colored nut-flour sweets with tea. Nadia herself is a little worse for wear, with a dusty face and tangled hair. But sheâs thrilled to see you enjoy her cakes. They taste wonderful, doubly so because of the love she put into them.    Â
-- Muriel --Â
He almost always cooks for himself, ever since his street urchin childhood, and his skills have only improved while living in the woods. Heâs no longer scraping mussels off of dock beams to boil in a thin cauldron, heâs hunting 8-feet-tall elk and using every inch of the animal, from boiling the hooves for aspic, to making sausages out of the intestines (the antlers are powdered for their magical properties).
Itâs rarer that he ever wants for something he canât produce himself. He boils his own sea salt, curdles his own cheese, presses his own oil. The problem is that he doesnât make an effort to make delicious-tasting food. Unlike Julian, who cooks like shit but still enjoys the finer things in life, Muriel has access to super fresh and good-quality ingredients but is ruled by his practicality.
Living in the woods is tough. If the harvest was bad and all Muriel has is last autumnâs rice harvest, then its porridge for the next month. Thereâs nothing for it; hunting is unreliable even in an expertâs hands, fishing only a tad less so, and a simple wet season or early frost can ruin a garden quicker than a plague.Â
Muriel may have said he didnât need your help around the hut, but your help truly did make a difference when it came to food security. An extra set of hands made for less time and lighter work. Your influence also shined through his cooking; now, he actually does care if something tastes good, because you were eating it with him. Muriel could survive just fine on perpetual pottages, but you deserved better.
Hence, roasts that are actually seasoned, bread with jam and butter, and salt not just for preserving purposes.Â
Cooking stopped becoming just a means, but a creative outlet for Muriel. He wanted to treat you, and in turn it became something special for himself, too.Â
-- Portia --
The Devorak siblings have one collective braincell, and Portiaâs got dibs on it. So sheâs got the cooking skills that seemed to have eluded Julian, and sheâs very good; the best out of the six.Â
As a hand-maiden, cooking isnât part of her duties, but to even get hired she had to prove she could hold her own in the kitchen on par with royal cuisine. Itâs beyond simply being able to replicate a recipe, she knows how to carve game into the right cuts, memorize the seasonal harvests, estimate temperatures by touch, and other complicated kitchen sciences.Â
Portia spent her life traveling on ships, so sheâs witness many a worldly cuisine and itâs influenced her skills. Nothing impresses a table more than introducing some âexoticâ spice and using it right. Her own personal favorites are from all corners of the land. Her dinner spread can consist of Hjalle shrimp pancakes, Galbradian green bean broth, Prakran flatbread, and lamb roasted in an underground oven like they do in Firent. Â
Once she has the opportunity to cook (or bake) for you, be prepared for a storm. Youâre never gonna have to want for good cuisine again, not if Portia has anything to say about it. Even the little things she makes, like her strawberry jam or workhouse-style bread, taste great. You ask her why she doesnât pursue a career in cuisine, and she replies that cooking is an outlet for her, not a job. Plus, sheâs far from a âtruly skilled cookâ, according to her. That honorâd go to Mazelinka.Â
A lot of her budget sheâll happily relinquish to cooking, such as imported spices or the expensive cuts of game. She knows that the smallest difference in quality - such as in the salt, or vinegar, used - can make or break a dish. Her kitchen is always fully stocked with groceries and ingredients. One of her big splurges was investing in an icebox, and before she had you, a magician, in the picture, she was indeed buying ice to keep her meats fresh.
Whether its a wrapped lunch or weekend roast dinner, Portia will always want to spoil you in the best way she knows how; through your stomach. Your waistline might be less happy, but like heck Portiaâd take pudge as a negative.
-- Lucio --
Heâs been Count for over two decades, but before that he was a rough-and-tumble mercenary. And before that, he grew up in the infamous Scourge Lands, where etching out a living was always a matter that teetered on the brink of a knife.
He had to learn how to live tough. The Scourge Lands are no lush forest like Murielâs backyard, itâs a flat tundra with limited vegetation and even lesser animals that arenât more likely to kill you before you kill them. The entire clanâs been living off of bitter turnips for weeks, but finally a family of boars are scouted. Now you just have to take down a bear-sized boar while circling around five others who all want to gore you.Â
Even cooking can be a struggle. Life as a mercenary meant trying to strike fires on cold, damp wood in a freezing drizzle, and keeping it lit long enough to roast the skinny fish you managed to spear. It meant knowing which plants were edible and which caused three nights of stomach pains, and also being willing to resort to digging up grubs when youâre really on the brink of starvation.
So does he know how to cook? Yeah, he can roast meat over a fire and know when its safe from pathogens, but other than that heâs lost. He was so happy to finally have cooks and servants to serve him entire banquets. Never did he learn (nor want to learn) how to bake bread, or fry potatoes, nevermind suckling pig or creme brulee.Â
If come a time where you and Lucio are away from the precious palace kitchens, heâll rely on his wallet to buy the two of you a nice meal. If the two of you are lost in the wilderness, donât worry, Lucio to the rescue and you can trust him to forage something, and grill it on a hot rock. No salt, though. Not even water to wash it down, if youâre really unlucky.
Still, itâs kinda a surprise to eat Lucioâs emergency field cooking, because itâs not awful. The best anyone can do in the circumstance, even. Make sure to tell him that, heâs always fishing for compliments.Â
#the arcana#the arcana imagines#the arcana headcanons#asra alnazar#julian devorak#nadia satrinava#muriel the arcana#portia devorak#count lucio
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sw character colors: cursed edition
thanks i absolutely hated this :,)Â
Palpatine #393315: murky, flat, stale coffee, the sound of a dentistâs drill.Â
Jar-Jar #FF018C: sticky, exuberant, bubblegum toothpaste, the sound of spring peepers shattering a muggy summer night.Â
Jabba #4C570D: dishonesty, arrogance, and the sound/taste/smell/image of aspic jelly.Â
Grievous: ruthless, calculating, overripe melon at the end of summer, the sound of train whistle at 2:30am.Â
Count Dooku #01594C: apathy, calculating but in a different way thatâs hard to explain, over-steeped green tea.Â
Salacious B. Crumb #B45563: this character is only on here because every time I hear or see his name I see this exact color and my mouth tastes like banana laffy taffy.Â
Watto #7FB206: shifty, avarice, the smell of a gasoline canister and menthol cigarettes.Â
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#kait answers#anonymous#i really hated this i hope you like it lmfao#when i tell you i had to gargle mouthwash after several of these because the association is very strong ---#weird brain thing#the color personality synasthete tag#synasthesia#palpatine#jabba the hutt#the cilf tag#count dookie#salacious b crumb#watto#jar-jar binks#cw: cursed characters#sw crack tag#also if you don't know what aspic jelly is don't google it#it is awful#i say this from direct personal experience you don't need to know if you don't know keep yourself safe
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1905. Hecate Hardbroom is boarding a steam train on her way to her late mother's cottage-turned-guest house, where she works as a housekeeper - but she ends up sharing a train compartment with a mysterious stranger who turns out to be not quite such a stranger after all.
fao @merricatsgardenâ!!!
Edwardian AU hackle!!!!!!!!!
plus a lil Hecate & Mildred for the soul
fits the hackle summer trope challenge prompts âretreatâ, âconfessionsâ, and âlast day of schoolâ in a very minor way if you squint
did NOT intend this to go so far, but it got away from me like a runaway train. ahaahaa (because it has a train in it)
lots of research went into this, and all the meals in the fic are from source texts from 1905 and before. there are still some inaccuracies and hand-wavery
here are some miscellaneous things i found out from my research/a few things i already knew but are fun to share (most of these are about food):
the turn of the century saw a great deal of advancement to perfumes. blended perfume oils with musk and ambergris and spices were expensive and worn by the upper classes. single-note florals were more of a victorian thing
lower classes would often try to emulate the silhouette that was fashionable in the day even if they couldnât afford the fabric or elaborate trimmings. some older garments would be altered (sleeves saw the most dramatic change) to save money. home sewing machines made it easy to do this quickly
corsets! even servants would be corseted and some would even wear small bustle pads (to accentuate The Butt) even if they did not have quite as many petticoats. there was a corset called the âpretty housemaidâ corset that was produced with the active servant in mind. lots of things can be done comfortably in a corset. corsets would be fitted specifically for the wearer and would feel supportive to the figure. however, in this era the s-bend or âhealthâ corset was the fashion, creating a âpigeon chestâ (or mono-boob). this was ironically one of the worst corsets for your lower back because they would have a straight front from chest to lower abdomen. tight-lacing was very much not the norm, however, and most images you see of edwardians/victorians with tiny waists were altered photographs or literally fashion plate drawings which were not how people looked
the edwardians ate chips. fries. raw potato deep-fried in oil or clarified butter. a kitchen maid purportedly complained about having to cut potatoes into âmatchsticksâ. they were served at fancy dinner parties. as in, the ten-course kind. they were also recommended for âinvalidsâ on account of them being plain
ÂŁ24 in todayâs money is in excess of ÂŁ9000 and is not just a number i pulled out of thin air to describe the cost of a lavish aristocratic dinner party - it was a real figure. an economical housekeeping book i came across said it was possible to feed three people (mistress, master, and maid) for a year on ÂŁ52
edwardians wash their rice AFTER boiling it and set it to dry by the fire
the edwardian diet of the upper classes was very bad. miss cackle has possibly the right idea in going vegetarian, because the amount of meat they consumed in a single day meant that life expectancy was about 63 (if you reached 20) but i saw another source quote this figure as 42. many edwardians were resistant to the vegetarian diet and said it made them feel weak and drained, which isnât surprising considering the quantity of meat they were used to eating
italian food was not very popular in britain. macaroni was a bit of a catch-all word for all pasta, or âpasteâ as it was known, but itâs still quite prevalent in the recipes i found. also mac and cheese is a legit dish for edwardians and could appear at a famcy dinner party, so think about that next time you eat it
french food was all the rage, and the fanciest of aristocratic families would have their own french chef prepare all their meals
lots of the wine in the edwardian era was quite sweet, and apparently most of it much poorer quality than the wines available today! madeira was the fashionable choice of a dessert wine over port
it was not unusual to drink champagne for breakfast
savoury jelly was a big thing. edwardians would have all sorts of food in aspic, in centrepiece-type affairs in magnificent moulded shapes
this is a bit icky but a cure-all for ailments was âbeef-teaâ and is tea in the loosest sense of the word. this was raw minced beef put in a jar of cold water and left somewhere warm for a few hours (e.g. next to a simmering pot). the axiom of the day goes âboiled beef-tea is spoiled beef-teaâ. the liquid was drunk by the invalid and the âsedimentâ was always to be used later in a dish, for at this point, âmuch nourishment is in itâ. i donât think they knew that this is like,, top ten ways to make yourself unwell but there we go
#heathtrash writes#hackle#hecate hardbroom#ada cackle#food cw#alcohol mention#hackle summer trope challenge#edwardian#edwardian au#mildred hubble
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