#Mac & Cheese

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Kraft Introduces The First-Ever Everything Bagel Mac & Cheese Flavor

Nearly half of Americans customize their mac & cheese by adding extra seasonings and ingredients, affectionately known as “mac hacks.” Kraft Mac & Cheese has announced the ultimate mac hack – blending a cult-favorite seasoning and the brand’s signature cheese sauce together in a crave-worthy fusion. Introducing: Kraft Mac & Cheese Everything Bagel flavor . The winning submission from Kraft’s…

[masalacha]

3- Ingredient Macaroni and Cheese

There is something truly magical about a dish that can transport you to cherished memories and faraway lands with just a few simple ingredients. This 3-ingredient Mac and cheese recipe, a delightful secret passed down from my aunt in Grenada, is a culinary treasure. In the warm, vibrant heart of the Caribbean, she mastered the art of creating rich flavors from humble ingredients, and this dish is…

[globalfoodiee]

One-Pot Vegetarian Chili Mac

This recipe is a delicious and easy one-pot meal that’s perfect for a cozy dinner. The combination of chili and macaroni is a hearty and satisfying comfort food, and the addition of vegetables and kidney beans makes it a nutritious meal as well. The shredded cheddar cheese on top adds a delicious cheesy finish to the dish. Servings: 2 Duration: 30 minutes Ingredients: 1 tablespoon of olive…

[oatslattes]

hehe i'm free

[matmamma]

Matlådans dag 23 mars - fem kanonrecept!

Idag är det Matlådans dag. Att det dessutom är en lördag är förstås helt perfekt – då finns det tid att laga en laddning matlådor för frysen och de kommande vardagsluncherna. Här är fem fina recept som passar perfekt! Citronlax med sparris Fräsch lax med grön sparris, tomater och stekta citroner – fyll också gärna lådan med ris, bulgur eller något annat du tycker om! Till receptet…

[cookteenblog]

Mike's Farm Mac And Cheese Recipe

What sets Mike’s Farm Mac And Cheese apart from the rest? It’s not just a recipe; it’s a testament to the art of balance, the marriage of textures, and the symphony of flavors that dance harmoniously on your palate. Each ingredient has been carefully selected to create a dish that speaks not only of indulgence but also of the love and passion that goes into every dish prepared at Mike’s Farm. In…

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my headcannons on the mercs cooking:

Engie: a good cook, has no trouble cooking for the team. as any 🦅🇺🇲🗽AMERICAN🗽🇺🇸🦅, he uses a lot of butter in his meals. he doesnt follow recipes, he makes recipes; he's in a grandma type beat with food. his meals are usually spicy and vast, serving too much food on plates and leaving leftovers. he has The power of bringing people together with food™. champion of barbecues.

Soldier: doesnt know how to boil rice. turns the oven on weird. always makes too much pasta. splashes water when he stirs any pot. treats dough like it insulted him personally. handles oregano as salt. uses unsanitary amounts of butter (as any 🦅🇺🇸🗽AMERICAN 🗽🇺🇲🦅). the kitchen turns into a battlefield under his charge. he will serve the most disgusting and horrifying meal that you've ever seen, with a smile. the other mercs have to keep him out of the kitchen before having a biohazard in their hands. BUT ☝️ he makes GOD-TIER mac 'n' cheese. destiny spins a roulette to choose wich sickness are the mercs getting after having eaten a Soldier's meal (even with the mac 'n' cheese).

Medic: he thinks cooking is tedious, but he doesnt hate it. he finds ways to make it more... fun. he experiments. he takes a good look at the recipe, then throws it out the window, then begins cooking. his inner Victor Frankenstein is channeled in the kitchen. the resulting amalgamation of a meal falls in a spectrum between "a spit to god's creation" and "the equivalent of the discovery of a life-saving surgery". everyone is afraid before eating one of his creations. sometimes they move. obsessed with fish.

Heavy: his cooking expertise is farm/wild russian animals, so, everything outside of that field is uncharted territory for him. a nice way of saying that he earns gold stars for Trying. that's not saying that his meals are unedible, his lamb dishes are good (mostly), but they are certainly lacking. he refuses to use any condiments, which in his scenario would be very much needed. he mostly ends up with bland meals. even desserts end up somewhat hollow with flavour. with all that said, he's very clean while cooking and he's in charge of making bread for the team, because he is FANTASTIC at it. they save a lot of money on bread.

Pyro: the same enthusiasm & skills of a five-year-old. they give their hundred-and-ten percent on following the recipe and giving the team a five-star course. Fails Everytime. with enough time, they'll get to it, but now, they're stuck on leaning cakes and burnt-on-the-outside-but-raw-on-the-inside turkies. every meal they do is decorated with anything they find appropiate & sprinkled with sprinkles. one time they used plastic vegetables as decoration.

Spy: as any 🍷🇫🇷🥖french🥖🇫🇷🍷, he was born with chef-like abilities. he can take any recipe and amp it up to a hundred. the team eats michelin-star-winning courses when he's in charge. downsides: (1) he needs to start preparing the meal 3 hours before mealtime (this makes him unelegible for preparing breakfast and lunch); (2) has a bad temper when cooking, meaning that if something goes wrong in the process (the knife being dull, the dishes undone, his teammates annoying him, etc) he gets fed up and quits, even in the middle of cooking; (3) always complains about not having the "correct" ingredients for meals; and (4) sneers to the other mercs for liking "zhis crap zhat i made," even when the "crap" tastes amazing. yells at anyone who eats with their hands, specially one of his own meals. Cannot Make Baguettes (the actual reason why Heavy is in charge of bread) (constantly made fun of for this).

Demo: he wasn't keen on cooking until he learned that he could cook with booze. he was dissapointed when the meals didnt taste like beer, but he didnt loose his will of Cooking With Alcohol Even When The Dish Doesn't Need To. he uses beer in every meat he prepares (doesnt use wine), and they taste good. with the rest of meals, and also with all meals, he has no idea what he's doing due to Being Drunk. most (all) courses are done perfectly out of luck, cartoon-style. the results look unkept but nice at the same time. "looks good not because of the decoration but because it was made with love" type of beat. they all taste amazing though. his favorite dessert to make is the chocolate volcano (he makes it actually erupt).

Scout: two alternatives. One: he inherited the 🍷🇨🇵🥖french🥖🇨🇵🍷 of Spy and his mother's skills and now he's good for cooking to a large group of people. though, he's still learning, so he doesnt have The power of bringing people together with food™ yet, and he overmeasures for small sums of people. Two: he's shit at cooking, he's inpatient and forgetful, so things go undercooked or burnt. uses too much condiment for everything, and can't follow recipes. In both ways, the kitchen is left a mess, the breakfasts are sugary cereal, he only cooks things that he likes, and, as any 🦅🇺🇲🗽AMERICAN🗽🇺🇲🦅, he uses too much butter.

Sniper: he knows how to use the oven and the stoves, he just doesnt want to. he prefers cooking elaborate (and tasty) meals in a campfire, knowing that it'll take thrice as long. consecutively, he's at odds with boiling water: everything goes grilled or else, but not boiled. he gets a little pissed if the others decide to grab the food and take it inside, wasting the chance to eat under the beautiful sky, but doesnt want to eat alone either, so any group choice elected he'll follow, reluctantly or not. he only uses his knife to cook. second best at barbecues of the team.

no one cleans after cooking. "cooks dont clean" rule.

extras:

miss pauling: doesnt cook. not because she doesnt want to, but because she's too damn busy. henceforth, she always (1) takes delivery, or (2) "cooks" pre-made foods such as ramen, cereal, instant soup, etc. (the third secret option is not eating, but she regrets it everytime.) she will eat oatmeal with (cold) milk for breakfast lunch & dinner. if she has to.

the administrator: she's decent. but if you enter the kitchen while she's cooking, she'll stab you.

saxton hale: he only eats raw food. doesnt cook anything. if he ever has to cook for someone else, he just pops a dead animal on the table and says "bon appetit! :D"

[thbstvrdthmtlbndndntn]

Again I don’t really have anywhere to post my weird dinners so I’m coming here. This is kind of a spicy veggie stovetop Mac and cheese that takes zero time and it’s pretty healthy and filling even though I literally just made it up as I go but I want to post about it somewhere!! My cooking ethos is basically I’ll buy as many fruits and vegetables as possible and figure out what to do with them after which would be a recipe for food waste except I’ve gotten really really good at not wasting almost anything. Recipe/vague instructions below:

Bring water to a boil for about half a box/2 serves of macaroni or other short pasta (I used catelli smart which is white with extra fibre but whatever is your favourite). Start the sauce first because the pasta won’t take as long.

For the sauce, sauté whatever firm veggies you want in some oil or butter until slightly-less-than cooked to your liking. Also add some protein if you want (I used a chopped up farm boy miso tofu burger). I had frozen mirepoix (diced carrots, onions and celery) and frozen broccoli. I added a few soft cherry tomatoes (halved) after the frozen veggies had cooked for a bit. I then seasoned it with trader joes sriracha seasoning, garlic powder, chili powder, and oregano.

Once it was seasoned and veggies were on their way to being cooked, I added a little extra butter and let it melt, then evenly sprinkled over about a tbsp of flour. At this point, I added the pasta to the boiling water and set it for 6 minutes. I added four generous splashes of milk in increments, mixing it in between each addition and making sure it was smooth and thickened before the next one. I also added a hefty drizzle of chogochujang and a lot of pepper but you could use another hot sauce or a bit of mustard instead.

I then added a small handful each of shredded mozzarella and old cheddar and turned the heat to low and let it melt. When the timer went off for the pasta, I added to the pasta about a half cup of peas and a few big handfuls of spinach, stirred and then drained after a minute, reserving a mug full of the pasta water. Just to amp up the cheese I also added a big tbsp of cheese whiz to the sauce and let it melt, then I mixed the pasta and peas and spinach into the sauce along with the end of a bag of cheese curds so they’d get stretchy without fully melting. Topped with cilantro and green onions. This will be dinner today and tomorrow and I’ll probably add a little more milk to the leftovers to reheat.

[echinoamy]

Discovered that I can make scratch mac and cheese just as fast, maybe a little faster, than box. And yes, I’m available 💅 recipe under the cut!

2 tbsp butter

2 tbsp flour

1-2 cups heavy cream

1-2 cups cheddar

1 tsp turmeric

1-2 tsp mustard powder

2-3 tbsp yellow mustard

1 tbsp sugar

Salt and pepper to taste

Boil the pasta on the shorter end of package directions. If it says 9-11 minutes, do 9.

While the water begins boiling and while the pasta is cooking, in a separate pot, melt the butter over medium heat. Once fully melted, add the flour, combine thoroughly, and let sit for about 20-30 seconds. Stir and repeat until the flour and butter mixture (roux) is about two color swatches darker, about 2-3 minutes total.

Begin adding heavy cream in small splashes, and mix thoroughly to combine between each splash. The roux will tighten up considerably. After two or three splashes, add cream about 1 tbsp at a time. Mix thoroughly between each splash.

Add turmeric, ground mustard, and yellow mustard. Aim for a texture slightly looser than you want the final sauce, the cheese and time on the stove will tighten it up slightly.

Add the cheddar slowly, aiming for a texture first, not a flavor. Add the yellow mustard. Taste and add sugar as necessary to round out the bitterness from the cheddar. Add more mustard to amp up the cheese flavor. To avoid black flecks in the sauce, use white pepper rather than black.

Ladle sauce over noodles, mix thoroughly, and enjoy.

[damnhotmsimmons]

So I watched the first two episodes of Criminal Minds Evolution, here are my thoughts:

Since this will be very long, I made a separate post with this one centering on the first episode. Will share my thoughts on the second episode in another post

*spoilers below* do not click if you haven’t seen the episodes

Update: I meant to work on this when I first watched the two episodes but didn’t get a chance to finish it. So the thoughts I had then are different from my thoughts on the episodes now after completing the season

cm 16x01/cme 1x01 Just Getting Started

  You can already tell what a difference it makes to have a show being developed on a streaming platform. The cinematography looks impressive, betting lighting and no more of that disgusting yellow filter in the later seasons

 The show feels more similar to Mindhunter than other CBS procedurals like NCIS, CSI and their spinoffs.

With the show on a streaming platform, they could have easily tried to amp up any violence and nudity but they didn’t. There’s little exploitation

For some reason JJ looked much better here than in the last three seasons. 

Ditto for Emily looking stunning with the silver hair, way better than the wigs she wore in s14-15

I also love Tara’s natural hair look. Hell, the ladies all look great in season 16

You know that the show has gone for so long that Henry is now a teenager. 

Deputy Director Bailey is getting on my nerves. Another obstructive bureaucrat trying to undermine the team. Barnes 2.0 but worse. It wouldn’t surprise me if he has an ulterior motive behind it

So Emily is now Section Chief, which means Cruz is gone (not helped that he basically vanished after 10x19) 

Elias Volt (The guy at the beginning and end of the episode) seems more interesting as an unsub than Lynch

While it isn’t the first time we’ve seen a pissed off Garcia, it’s interesting to see her go off on Rossi, and it’s nice to see her stand up for herself

I was kinda bummed that after one date, Garcia and Luke didn’t attempt to pursue the relationship further. Either that or covid or something else. Still, their interactions were everything and I love the kiss on the cheek he gave her

You know that Rossi is at a low point when he eats microwave mac & cheese

Honestly, I’m not a huge fan of them fridging Krystal. The man has already been through enough, he’s lost like two wives, Strauss and a few of his friends like damn. Even if the actress is unavailable, was her death really necessary? Along with a rehash of Carolyn’s death

Tara got a girlfriend, I’m so happy, she and Rebecca deserve all the love and appreciation

JJ looks so good in 16x02, and I love the intimate scene she has with Will near the end

Or course Emily would tease Tara about her relationship with Rebecca as well as JJ getting it on with Will in the morning. She is a mood though

I love Garcia and her coming back is bittersweet as I love seeing her work with the rest of the gang but at the cost of her new happy life

I miss Matt Simmons so much and wished he was acknowledged as much as Reid. At least Daniel is doing better in The Wheel of Time and CA2

Elias has a wife and two daughters, quite a dark parallel to JJ with her two sons or even Matt

Only two episodes in and Elias is a more interesting unsub than Lynch, it helps that Zach has a good performance. They better not mess that up

The network of serial killers is an interesting storyline and considering how underwhelming past storylines can be in cm, I fear the storyline will have an underwhelming ending

The end scene with the roundtable is so sweet, the gang is back together

[myf00djournal]

Wednesday 🐪

A good day, a busy day

Trained this morning - dead’s. I have a video somewhere. Will find.

Protein

Cereal and two mini waffles

Coffee from cafe

Vanilla rice protein oudding

Apple

Cauliflower Mac and cheese perform meal

Some grapes, carrots, cucumbers and dip

Dinner was a pork dish that I ended up serving over some pasta to amp it up. Also had ciabatta

Small serving of ice cream

Happy happy

[euryalex]

AT THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS - Chapter 13: Wyll

Wyll returns home and realizes he's never felt so alone.

Masterlist

Nashville, Tennessee, New America – March 2033

Karlach slowly pulled up to the curb, where Aylin was waiting, holding a vase of flowers. She stood on the doorstep of his house, which was mere feet away and yet he couldn’t bring himself to get out of the car. “You can always stay at my place,” Karlach said, “you don’t have to be home alone.”

Wyll shook his head. “No…” he said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I... I need to do this.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Karlach nodded and got out of the car first. As Aylin approached them, Wyll opened the passenger door and stretched his legs. Sometimes, if he sat down for a long time, they’d grow numb, and he wouldn’t be able to walk. He massaged his limbs before he stood up. Aylin put a hand under his shoulders to help him stand straight. When he did, she let go of him and let him walk on his own. They walked to the front door that Wyll reluctantly opened. He was met with silence.

Once upon a time, that silence wasn’t normal. It happened on Tara’s day off and Yenna didn’t have to go to school. He returned home to an empty house. Thinking they’d gone out, he thought he had the place to himself. Instead, they found out it was his birthday from Karlach and threw him a surprise party.

Part of him prayed that they’d surprise him like that again, but he knew better.

Karlach and Aylin followed him inside. A layer of dust had gathered on the furniture and the house smelled musty, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He sank down onto the couch with a sigh. As Aylin waited in the doorway, Karlach slowly approached him. “I fed Grub while you were in the hospital,” she told him, “and stocked your fridge before you came home.”

“Thanks,” Wyll commented, putting his head in his hands. His hands brushed over the eyepatch Karlach had given him before he left the hospital.

“And… thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” he added, realizing he hadn’t thanked her properly for everything she’d done for him.

She sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “What are friends for, huh?” she chuckled with a hint of sadness. “Just holler if you need me, you get me?”

He smiled at her.

“The guys and I pitched in to get you these,” Aylin said, approaching with the crystal vase of red tulips. They were almost the color of Yenna’s hair. Karlach took it from her and put it on the small side table next to the couch with a quiet thanks.

Aylin awkwardly waved and said, “I’ll be going now… Let me know if you need anything.”

“Come on, I’ll cook you some food,” Karlach said once Aylin had left. Wyll laid down on the couch after she stood up. “Any preferences?” she asked. Wyll shook his head, which she barely noticed before she walked to the kitchen.

He stared at the ceiling. For the first time in a long time, he didn’t think about anything. His mind was just empty. He couldn’t think of Tara’s beautiful face, or Yenna’s excited laughter filling the room. He couldn’t think of anything.

Before he realized it, his remaining eye had grown wet. Something in his mind blocked him from thinking about his loved ones and he hated it.

He heard various pans and plates move in the kitchen, but he couldn’t bring himself to go look. He could barely bring himself to sit up. Whether it was because of fatigue, or because of him mourning Yenna and Tara, he didn’t know. Maybe it was because of both.

He listened as Karlach fussed around in the kitchen. She cut vegetables and pureed raw meat. A delicious smell filled the musty room, and it reminded him of cooking with Tara.

She had absolutely no clue how to cook when they first started living together, so whenever they came home from work, he’d teach her a new dish. He started with something simple – mac and cheese. The next day there would be mashed potatoes with meatballs in tomato sauce. The day after, there would be chicken stew. He amped up the difficulty each passing day until she surprised him with a casserole dish. He’d taken Yenna home alone when she didn’t show up to pick her up. He assumed she had to work late, but instead she was at home, cooking dinner to surprise him and Yenna. She was so nervous the entire time they were eating that she barely touched her own plate. It was only when Wyll and Yenna reassured her they enjoyed her cooking that she actually started eating. The memory warmed his heart and made him sad at the same time.

“Wyll?” Karlach called from the kitchen, “Dinner’s ready.”

He got up from the couch and moped over to the kitchen. Two plates filled with meat stew and mashed potatoes were waiting for him and Karlach. He didn’t say a thing as he pulled back his chair and sat down.

Karlach knew better than to talk as they ate, which he was grateful for. He thought about the many dinners he shared with Yenna and Tara. They’d each talk about their day. Yenna always finished her dinner first because she ate like she hadn’t eaten all day. Wyll was second to finish. But he always waited until Tara was done before he got up from the table.

Once he finished eating, he stood up and moved to grab Karlach’s empty plate before she stopped him. “Hey, I’ll do the dishes, okay?” she said, grabbing his arm.

Wyll shook his head, “No, I… I need to do something. Anything.”

“Then let me help.” she suggested, but he shook his head again, taking a deep breath. “No, I can do this. It’s getting late.”

The corners of her mouth turned down, but she nodded. “Okay. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” Wyll muttered, “I will.”

She grabbed her jacket and looked back one last time before leaving the house. Wyll moved to the sink and began to fill it with hot water. As he cleaned the plates, he handed them to the right on instinct, before he realized Tara wasn’t there. He dropped the plate back in the sink as sobs wracked his body. He sank down to the floor, his back against the cupboard underneath the sink. He covered his mouth with his hands as the tears started to flow.

Grub slinked out of Yenna’s room and curled up against him, purring softly. Wyll reached down to pet Grub’s furry head.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when he finally calmed down enough to get up from the floor. Night had fallen a long time ago. He stumbled over to the couch and sat down. He couldn’t find it in himself to go to his bedroom, knowing Tara wouldn’t be there.

The first day home, he spent it glued to the couch. He only watched TV and ate leftover food that Karlach had brought. The second day, he sprang into action. He searched for Tara’s map of Old America and focused on Salt Lake City. He mapped out a route to the city with a pen. The third day, he exercised. He focused on his muscles so he could run in case he needed to. He also trained in unarmed combat, because he wasn’t sure what to expect of Salt Lake City.

He spent all those nights sleeping on the couch, as he still couldn’t face his room on his own. Grub, however, had other plans. He scratched insistently at Yenna’s door, to the point where the sound was grating to hear for Wyll. Agitated, he stood up from the couch and walked over to Yenna’s door. Grub meowed at him, begging him to open the door. With a sigh, Wyll pushed open the door and Grub calmly walked inside. It had been the first time Wyll had seen Yenna’s room since the shooting. His breathing hitched as he stared at the room. Hesitantly, he stepped inside. Her room was exactly the same. The only difference was a dent in Yenna’s mattress where Grub had curled up. It felt like his throat closed as he walked further into the room.

On Yenna’s closet, there were a bunch of polaroid pictures, but only one caught his eye. It was the picture from when they went camping and Yenna began stargazing. Tara had told her to take a picture, but she took a picture of the three of them instead. He grabbed the picture off the wall and looked at it. Back when he didn’t know about the Gate of Bright Light, when Tara knew they were delivering Yenna to her doom, when they were just Yenna’s escorts. Things had changed so quickly. It was just whirlwind after whirlwind.

He put the picture back on Yenna’s closet door. He had to find them. He had to go to Salt Lake City.

He sped to his room and pulled his old, trusty backpack out of the closet he shared with Tara. Opening it, he found he had emptied it. He carried it with him to the kitchen to fill it with some water bottles, two for him on his journey, and then two for Yenna and Tara. He also took some sandwiches to eat on the road. He was going to get them back.

As soon as he woke up the next day, he went to Karlach’s house. It was early in the morning, but he didn’t care if he woke her up. A yawning Karlach opened the door, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, which widened once she saw who was at her door.

“Wyll?” she asked.

“I need your help,” he said, “I’m going to Salt Lake City.”

“I’m coming with you,” Karlach said with a determined nod.

Wyll shook his head. He knew he had to do this on his own. He didn’t want anything to happen to Karlach on his watch. “I need to do this alone,” he replied, “you know I do.”

She opened her mouth to argue but Wyll stopped her before she had the chance to do so. “Please,” he pleaded with her. She closed her mouth and took her jacket, putting it on.

“Fine,” she backed down, “but you’re not leaving empty handed.”

She walked past him and down her driveway. As Wyll followed her, he asked, “Where are you going?”

“We are going to the shooting range,” she clarified.

The shooting range was in the decommissioned sheriff’s department. It had seen better days but it still functioned just as well. After walking past the guard manning the building, Karlach handed him earmuffs, which he put on, covering his ears. The sounds of the world faded away.

She then led him to a stand where a gun was waiting with a few boxes of ammo. “You can fire six shots,” Karlach explained loudly so he could hear her. “The guards will know if you used more ammo. Here, you can practice your shooting in a safe environment. Go ahead, try.”

Squaring his shoulders, Wyll aimed the gun at the target painted on the wall opposite him. Karlach stepped up behind him and kicked his feet further apart.

He inhaled, focusing on the target, and then exhaled. A loud bang went off, echoing through the room. The image of the man standing in front of him with a gun flashed through his mind. Wyll gritted his teeth and fired the gun once more, hitting the painted target in the shoulder. He shot four more times, hitting the target in the torso thrice and missing once. He lowered the gun and took off the earmuffs. “Good shooting,” Karlach complimented. “Come on, let’s go to the garage.”

As they approached the garage, Wyll thought of the few times he visited Tara at work. She’d be covered in grime and oil, her hair would be in a messy bun, and yet she’d still be the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes upon. More often than not, she’d be lying under a car. She’d roll out from under it once she heard Wyll and would greet him with a smile. But now she wouldn’t be here. She should’ve been with him, taking Yenna to school.

Karlach entered her office and invited Wyll inside. He watched as she walked over to her desk and opened the bottom drawer. When she stood up, she was holding a gun and several boxes of ammo.

“Here,” she said, handing the gun to Wyll, “you’re gonna need it.”

With a gulp, Wyll took it. “And what if I find Tara?” he asked, “I can’t leave her unarmed.”

She hesitated, but knelt down and pulled out another gun. “Fine,” she sighed. “But you better give them back when you return.”

“I will,” Wyll promised, stuffing one gun and the ammo boxes in his backpack and holstering the other gun in his waistband.

Karlach passed him and entered the garage again where she walked over to a car. “This should be enough,” she said. “Let me get you some gas for the entire trip.”

Within the hour, Wyll was ready to leave. Besides the water for Yenna and Tara, he also brought some crackers they could eat on the road. He could hardly wait until they were in his arms again. He’d get his girls back, no matter the cost. He wondered what awaited him in the city. From the stories Yenna had told him, he’d concluded that they had strict rules – like no drinking any fluids. In a weird, messed up way, they saw the undead as holy beings, yet they refused to join them. No – instead, they worshipped the roamers by sacrificing immune people. In doing so, they’d cleanse themselves of all sins, just as the undead had been cleansed.

[globalfoodiee]

Southern Baked Mac & Cheese

Servings: 2 Duration: 30 – 35 minutes Ingredients: 4 ounces elbow macaroni 2 tablespoons butter 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour 1 cup milk 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder 1/2 teaspoon onion powder 1/2 teaspoon paprika 1/2 teaspoon salt 1/4 teaspoon black pepper 1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese 1/4 cup shredded Parmesan cheese 1/4 cup panko bread crumbs Instructions: Preheat your oven to…

[sizzleandsweet]

If you’re craving a rich, comforting dish that’s both quick to whip up and irresistibly creamy, our Garlic Parmesan Mac & Cheese is here to satisfy your hunger! #food #foodpic #foodporn #foodie #foodstagram #follow #recipe #recipeoftheday #receta #Rezept #ricetta

[fineartsjournal]

213729 Fine Arts Research & Development: Honors ⋆ WEEK 6

I'm fascinated with post-human music. Post-humanism is the decentralization of humans from the equation, shifting the focus away from us. In sound, I like to use the phrase 'Auto Audio Art' to describe it, and have even considered making some 'A.A.A' myself for this semester's studies, which you can see on my holiday sketch page:

After learning (from Mike Bridgman, no less) of the existence of metallic paint that could transmit midi signals on contact, I got ideas. One such concept was cheese granular, a malaphor of 'cheese grater' and 'granular synthesis', which involved me grating cheese over a MIDI-painted table, with notes playing based on wherever the cheese lands.

CONNECT TO MY OWN WORK - GENERATIVE SEQUENCER

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keyboard main board / controller instead of midi multi output keyboard

"it's not easy"

arduino might be a way for just a couple of switches, it might be a tutorial away

talk to workshops top of block 1 has an electronics workshop not sure who controls that, talk to technicians

talk to mike bridgman for possible hiring out a mac mini could possibly be lended a nuc (same form factor as mac mini but pc)

mike has mic go figure and perchance a better set of speakers/ monitors speaker stand

tested the speaker and mixer setup tried by routing it to my laptop speaker instead of monitor and also into the mixer with not output dawg I think the speaker is the problem

"it was in the trash for a reason"

IF NO SPEAKER MATCHES FORM FACTOR buy cheap t-amp (a digital class amplifier) that offer twelve volt power supply for building a speaker also you can hook it to a passive speaker designed for battery packs/low power setups/high response speakers eugene has plenty for lending

not difficult to build spoeaker into the sculpture with t amp and speaker

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Read through the assessment conditions on Stream! [ ] We should flesh out our proposal and shorten it to 5 pages. [Hand in with summative submission in May?] [ ] Assign someone to start scanning our instagram groupchat. [ ] Talked with mike

he also has speakers with a stand and even a non broken version of my speaker! Except the stand might not even go to 2 metres, let alone 3 He has a bluetooth speaker, which is lighter and can be 'cradled' by the head, i'll have to check if my laptop outputs it Giant midi pedal: button You can open up a big midi button and replace the switch Footswitch with multiple buttons and put where hand is Philips blutooth

The other day, my mum sent me a letter.

Inside, she'd attached a New Yorker article about sound artist William Basinski, the composer behind the Disintegration Loops; which I've thrown in as a little extra source.

With Eugene and Mike's advice in mind, I got to searching for a good two-button setup for my sculpture. Finding a decently-priced MIDI pedal was easier said than done however - and while I could just buy two cheap keyboard pedals, the cost, along with the hassle of returning it if it didn't work, put me off it.

So I looked for a two-key keyboard instead, and yeah, that was quick.

Thanks to the popular rhythm video game OSU, two-key keyboards are a surprisingly common find on the online market! Who knew that people not going outside could contribute to society this much?

And now for some fine literature.

When it comes to books about sampling in the Massey Library database, no other fit the search quite like Eduardo Navas' Remix Theory. I borrowed myself a copy a few weeks back, but only really sat down with it 'now' - a term I use loosely.

Remix Theory is first and foremost, dedicated to the remix - the sample is discussed, no doubt - although what Navas defines as 'Remix' goes far beyond the limits of music. This is accompanied by a plethora of graphs and diagrams - ripped straight from Navas' own remixtheory.net website.

I find a lot of these graphs to come across as rather anecdotal, as they define specific stages of 'mechanical reproduction' [m.r.] and 'remix' over the past 200 years through a lens either too broad [photomontage as a whole being a 'stage of m.r./sampling], (Navas 18) or too specific [dub culture onwards being the 'first stage in remix'] (Navas 21).

To understand the 'Remix' as Navas does is to reassess your perception of reality, with the 'Remix' being the unifying glue to existing:

A playlist on your phone is a remix. (Navas 27)

A photograph is, due to the framing and visual reproduction of a specific window of something that is now ontologically different than it was when the photo was taken, a remix.

You are a remix of your parents.

Matter cannot be created or destroyed, it just gets remixed.

Now that were on the same logical-endpoint-waveform, it's pretty easy to see how the work I'm making is quite holistically a Remix.

The interacting audience is placed in an active role of remixing themselves, or alternatively, enact my computer to remix for them. Beyond this, my choice of recycled cardboard for constructing garners a new meaning, as I've now remixed cardboard from various different locations/purposes to be used and re-defined in a single sculpture.

So how is sampling defined in Remix Theory?

"...the principle of sampling at its most basic level had been at play as a cultural activity well before its common use in music during the 1970s." (Navas 11) "Early recording, in essence, is a form of sampling from the world that may not appear as such to those used to the conventional terms in which the concepts of recording and sampling are understood." "...sampling favors fragmentation over the whole." "Recording is a form of sampling because it derives from the concept of cutting a piece from a bigger whole."

The namesake of the current exhibition at Adam Art Gallery, Things are, they do not happen, is attributed in the associated pamphlet to Mexican poet Octavio Paz. "He is referring to the way a painting is unable to reveal the action of its making, or the unfolding of time outside of its frame."(Clifford 1)

"At the time of this writing, sampling is [understood as] copying in material form [...] from a pre-existing recording. This principle of sampling, which became popular in the 1970s with DJ producers of disco and eventually hip-hop, is a meta-activity that follows early forms of sound capturing. Early sound recordings, with a similar approach as photography's, were also tools used to copy (sample) from the world." "In current times the latter becomes a default state with the computer: to sample means to copy/cut & paste. Most importantly, this action is the same for image, sound and text. In this sense, the computer is a sampling machine: from a wide cultural point of view, the ultimate remixing tool." (Navas 14-15)

"Music sampling was a transitional period toward privileging the fragment over the whole; and it is no accident that sampling in music became popular during the postmodern period. [...] While it was the medium of photography that came to define our relationship of the world through recorded (sampled) representations, this tendency would take its first major shift towards what is known today as modularity [...] in the explorations of composers, like Stockhausen, who with tape loops aesthetically alluded to what the computer actually does today. Tape loops run repeatedly until they are turned off, or fall apart from wear and tear; similarly, computers check themselves in loops in fractions of seconds to decide what to do at all times. Looping, or modular repetition is what defines media culture..." (Navas 30-31)

Thanks, mum. Turns out the source on William Basinski's tape loops you sent me had more connection to my research than I'd ever predicted.

Navas, Eduardo. Remix Theory: The Aesthetics of Sampling. Austria, Ambra Verlag, 2012.

Clifford, Jess. Things Are, They Do Not Happen. 2025. Te Pātaka Toi Adam Art Gallery, 2025.

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