#best nordic ware skull pan

[yokunakitchens]

Top 10 Nordic Ware Skull Pan

Top 10 Nordic Ware Skull Pan

[lupismaris]

Finally replacing our old cinnamon brooms with fresh ones and I picked up a cheap decanter with a skull topper and a Nordic Ware coffin shaped cake pan on sale truly the best part of spooky season is being able to just buy aesthetic pieces to use year round

Time to make pot pie and pumpkin bourbon bread

[schokokokatze]

At night, the screams echoed in his head. In the darkness behind his eyes, he had to watch as they butchered his best friend, his sister, bashed in his nephew’s skull with an axe. Other men found sleep relieving. He had felt like it once. He was only relieved when he woke up and realized that it was over. For over a year now, he tried to save them every night, and he failed every night. Soft, friendly Wind was dead. His nurturing, eternally grumpy sister was dead. His 3-year old nephew was dead. It was all over.

The only thing that wasn’t over was his life. He woke up to find that one of his daughters still lived. He woke up to find that his wife beamed at him and their little girl, as thankful for their survival as he was. There always seemed to be work that needed doing, people that needed answers to their questions, foreigners to meet, food and shelter to find, strange languages to decipher. The foreigners had been the hardest part. It had turned out that outside of their hill island, things had been violent, people had risen beyond being chieftains, had united several tribes under their rule and named themselves kuningaz. One of the family, he had been taught it meant. Over the past year, he had pleaded their case to two of these kuningōz, in the vague hope of finding a place to stay, but it hadn’t exactly panned out. Instead of finding a home, they had lost a few people who had been captured and turned into slave laborers for ambitious foreigners. Lacking the strength to free their people, they had just moved on. Until they came here. This new island seemed to be a good basis. Abandoned structures would make surviving the first winter achievable, food seemed plentiful enough, and even though it was a lot less warm than the hill island, it would do. It would have to do.

[I am, in no means, a scholar of Proto-Germanic. I basically tried to interpret what information I could find online - mostly wikipedia/wiktionary - so I’m not at all sure I chose the correct plural form of “kuningaz”. I assumed it would be an a-stem-word and thus behave similarly to other words ending in -az, but if anybody knows better, I’m happy about corrections. I’d have loved to include the route they took into the narrative, but frankly, they don’t know themselves. The hill island is of course fictional, but it lies roughly at the Southern Spanish coast. They have migrated Northeast, came into contact with several different cultures, and eventually ended up on an island between modern Britain and the Netherlands, that is, of course, fictional as well. From there, they’ll probably have contact with Nordic Bronze Age cultures, different Germanic peoples, and Gaulish Celts towards the late Bronze Age. For now, they’re too early for proper Gauls, but since I essentially play history in fast forward, people might end up meeting that would have logically have been 500 years apart. For now, they would, to my knowledge, mostly have met Bell Beaker and Corded Ware cultures and their various representatives, which I will frivolously display with historical inaccuracy and only as much research as I am finding the time and energy for. I’m not a scholar of history in any way, I just read stuff on the internet. If anybody feels like making me familiar with their own research and knowledge, however, I’m always happy to learn new things!]