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all i have been craving are the foods of my childhood but a lot of those are very difficult to acquire at this point. for example, as an after school snack one of my favorite things to eat were these twice baked mashed potato boats in these little blue paper sleeve cups. you got 2 in one package at the dollar store from the frozen section and the cheese ones were my favorite. but ive gone to all the dollar stores and even that cursed dollar general where most things are not a dollar and god even the dollar store is a dollar twenty-five nowadays and they’re nowhere to be found. I want buttered noodles but specifically the leftover dollar store egg noodles from last nights dinner sprayed with gobs of ‘i can’t believe its not butter’ and doctored up with the Italian spices, red pepper flakes and parm packets from the local pizza place and i wanna watch is spin slowly in the microwave in a red-tinged tupperware. I want a Celeste pizza on a metal round disc which i can still find but they got rid of the metal disc so the crust isn’t the same and instead of sixty-four cents they’re like, fuckin two bucks for the tiniest pizza in the world, and I ain’t payin that. I want a Wawa breakfast sandwich which i can get but would it be the same if it’s not the ones bought by my grandfather, who used to get up early to grab the paper and drive over in the crown vic to clear out the entire Wawa hot sandwich section by getting five hash browns and at least one of every type of sandwich like some sort of south jersey noah’s ark, even though only three people were eating? he’s gone now and I’m no longer eleven, twelve, thirteen waking up at ten am to “good morning, morning glory,” with the comics picked out and laid next to my plate and the shmorgasboard of pork roll and sausage and scrapple sandwiches. they don’t even have the small wawas anymore. i just made a bowl of cereal today. i’m still hungry.

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The Toast of the Town: The Advantages of Having the Best Toaster

In the realm of kitchen appliances, few items hold as much significance in our daily routines as the humble toaster. While it may seem like a straightforward gadget, investing in the best toaster can make a world of difference in your culinary experience. From perfectly golden slices of bread to crispy bagels and warm pastries, a high-quality toaster can elevate your breakfast game and streamline your morning routine. Let's explore some of the advantages of having the best toaster in your kitchen arsenal.

Consistent Toasting: One of the primary advantages of a top-notch toaster is its ability to consistently toast bread to perfection. Whether you prefer a light golden hue or a darker, crispier finish, the best toasters offer precise controls and even heating to ensure that every slice is toasted exactly to your liking. Say goodbye to uneven toasting and burnt edges – with the best toaster, every slice will emerge uniformly toasted and delicious.

Versatility: While the primary function of a toaster is, of course, to toast bread, the best models offer a surprising degree of versatility. Look for toasters with multiple settings and functions, such as bagel toasting, defrosting, and reheating. These additional features allow you to toast a variety of bread products, from bagels and English muffins to frozen waffles and pastries, with ease and precision.

Time-Saving Convenience: In today's fast-paced world, convenience is key – and a high-quality toaster can save you valuable time in the morning rush. The best toasters feature rapid heating elements and efficient toasting mechanisms, allowing you to enjoy perfectly toasted bread in a matter of minutes. Whether you're grabbing a quick breakfast before work or preparing a leisurely weekend brunch, a reliable toaster can help you get your day off to a delicious start without any unnecessary delays.

Durability and Longevity: Investing in the best toaster isn't just about immediate gratification – it's also about long-term satisfaction. High-quality toasters are built to last, with durable materials and sturdy construction that can withstand years of daily use. From the smooth operation of the toaster levers to the durability of the heating elements, the best toasters are designed with longevity in mind, ensuring that you'll enjoy deliciously toasted bread for years to come.

Sleek Design and Aesthetic Appeal: Last but not least, the best toasters aren't just functional – they're also stylish additions to your kitchen decor. Whether you prefer a sleek, modern design or a retro-inspired aesthetic, there's a toaster out there to suit your taste and complement your kitchen decor. From brushed stainless steel finishes to vibrant colors and retro accents, the best toasters add a touch of flair to your countertop while delivering top-notch performance.

In conclusion, the advantages of having the best toaster in your kitchen are numerous and undeniable. From consistent toasting and versatile functionality to time-saving convenience and long-lasting durability, a high-quality toaster can revolutionize your breakfast routine and enhance your overall culinary experience. So why settle for mediocre toast when you can enjoy perfectly toasted bread every time with the best toaster? Treat yourself to the ultimate breakfast upgrade and toast to a brighter, more delicious morning with the best toaster by your side.

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sharing with all of u my most favorite no bake granola bar recipe that has saved my ass on several occasions. by my best calculations its like around a dollar a serving (depending on where u buy your stuff)

the recipe itself if from here and the website gives you a bunch of different flavor options and what have u but this is what i specifically do.

these can be done in gluten free, vegan, nut free, etc etc

u will need.

3 cups oats. preferably rolled. whatever u have works.

1 cup of some kind of Nut or Seed Butter (original recipe says peanut. i use sunflower. whatever u have on hand as long as it is Smooth)

1/2 cup honey (recipe does say u can use brown rice syrup)

1 1/2 cups protein powder. whatever flavor u desire. this is the part that does get a little expensive but the one that i buy is a relatively small bottle and it lasts enough to make at least 2 packages

1 bag chocolate chips. i mean u dont have to. but youre lying if you say you dont want them.

microwave or toaster oven or real oven your choice of butter and the honey until its soft and happy. mix together. mix oats and protein powder in bowl. add in the honey butter mixture until combined. add in some milk if its too crumbly. add in chocolate.

line a 9x9 square baking dish with parchment paper/aluminum foil/plastic wrap/whatever u have. press the mixture in. fridge that little fucker for a few hours. cut into 20 bars. munch and crunch to ur hearts content.

recipe says u can freezer them. ive never tried but they do stay decent in the fridge for at least 2 weeks by my best testing. past that they might just get a little hard but theyre still very edible.

try them if u want. u probably need protein.

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Busy Bees

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Notes: If I extended my closed requests deadline would you guys be mad 💀💀💀

P.S I’m dying my hair soon I’m so excited I could cry

P.P.S I miss my italics but they take so long to do

“Ohhh my god these were the best brownies I’ve ever tasted in my entire life” Buck moans exaggeratedly as he lets his arm hang from the table. 

You’re just coming up from the bathroom as Chimney is finishing off the last one.

“Hey!! Did you even save me one??” You point at the empty pan and they all look at each other 

“Ummmm” Buck starts looking around through the pile of baked goods as you tap your foot. You cross your arms over your chest and he holds his hand up. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine!! Look!” He holds up a small pan, more of a personal one, and takes the plastic off 

“See? Made by the same person! Therefore equally as delicious” he hands it off to you and you stick your tongue out at him before accepting it. 

“Alright… I guess you can live… for now” You give him a little I’m watching you gesture and go to pop it in the toaster oven. 

“Hey, Buck? You have that brownie you wanted to give me earlier?” Eddie comes up the stairs next and Buck looks over at you with wide eyes. You roll your eyes and sigh, waving your fork at Eddie. 

“You wanna share with me? It’s definitely enough for two. Never trust Buck with brownies” You pull it from the oven and he shrugs, grabbing a fork from the drawer and following you to the table. 

“Don’t mind if I do” 

A couple of hours later, Buck is lying on top of the engine… and Ravi is trying to keep Hen from jumping off the balcony to land on the truck. 

“Buck! Get down from there!” Athena had brought you all back to the station to figure out what the hell had happened. You jump up and down trying to reach for him like it’s going to work at all. 

“Come on Buck! Here Bucky Bucky! I have more brownies!” You try to convince him to come down but he’s not budging. 

“What are we going to do” you groan as you lean against the truck and Eddie shrugs as he walks over. 

“Honestly we should probably just let Athena handle this…” he wipes the sweat from his brow and you stop, putting your hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey? Are you okay??” 

You stand next to him, your hand on his arm. You’d started to get hot and the buttons on your work shirt were starting to come undone easier and easier. The top of your breasts are exposed to the air, just try to keep yourself cool as best you can.

Eddie's eyes flicker down to your chest, and he can't help but let out a soft growl. His body is begging for some strange release, and you’re the only one who can provide it. He swallows thickly, trying to regain control. 

"I'm... I'm fine, Y/N. Just a bit... warm."

He can't meet your gaze, instead, his eyes dart around the room, searching for something, anything, to distract him from the heat building up between his legs. His hand shakily reaches up to brush a strand of hair off your forehead, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment longer than necessary.

You feel a familiar jolt of electricity and bite your lip, he still can’t really look at you, even if he’s trying, you can feel the shakiness in his hands and that gets your attention for a moment. 

“Eddie, you’re really burning up, maybe we should go sit down…”

He shifts his weight, trying to get more comfortable, but his hard cock is not making it easy. He can't help but let his eyes linger on your chest again. His mind is racing with the idea of tearing off your top, burying his face between your breasts, and feeling your nipples harden under his tongue.

Yeah because that was so normal… okay well- hear him out. 

“Uh-“ He clears his throat, trying to regain control, but his voice comes out a bit huskier than usual.

“M-maybe just some fresh air? Let’s step outside” 

“Of course”

You smile worriedly, helping him outside. You lead him over to the side of the station, letting him rest against the cool brick wall. He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing calmly.

Something about the way he does that, the way his chest expands slowly. He’s unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt and you can see his hot, glowy, skin peeking through. You wet your lips slowly, wanting to just jump him right there. 

Hold on a second. What? 

“C-Can I get you anything?” You fan yourself a bit, maybe being outside is even worse, despite being in the shade with a nice breeze blowing 

Eddie nods, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes for a moment, trying to get a grip on his racing thoughts.

“Some water I guess?”

He opens his eyes, his gaze meeting yours once more, and he can't help but notice how your breasts rise and fall with each breath, staring at you the same way you had been with him earlier. His cock throbs, and he shifts again, trying to alleviate the pressure. 

He swallows hard, his voice still a bit hoarse

“And maybe... maybe you could stay close. Just in case”

“Of course, Eddie. I’m here for you, okay? I’ll be right back!” 

“Okayyy… water… water” You bend down to look through the fridge for Eddie’s metal bottle and huff out a breath. It was starting to get hot, you shifted a little, just to get any kind of relief from the ocean that your panties had turned into and it wasn’t working in the least. 

You grab the bottle and spin on your heel to go back to him and completely collide with the table in front of you. 

“Ow! Fuck that-“ 

You freeze for a second… staring at the rounded edge. Your heart pounds in your chest as you look around slowly, you know there’s not a camera that can reach this corner… and no one’s around.

You set the bottle down gingerly, just… just a little relief. Anything to distract you from the way your body is aching for a release. You look around one more time before you step closer to the table and lean over it a little, the second you feel your pussy come into contact with the hard, smooth surface it’s over. Your eyes roll back as you grind against the table, gasping softly and letting your head fall forward. 

“O-oh my god” You whisper, your body shaking as you grind faster, trying not to make any noise. You pull the collar of your shirt down more, letting the cool air hit your chest as you lean over the table more and roll your hips. 

“Hey? Y/N? I’m sorry I got wo-“

Eddie freezes in his spot and stares at your exposed chest, gulping quietly. His cock twitches at your sweet sun-kissed skin and no tan lines. You look down at him and that’s when you notice how hard he is. It’s straining against his pants and you can see the way he keeps shifting, like he’s trying to put pressure on it. 

You’ve been caught, completely caught and there’s no way around it. Your cheeks burn and no matter what you do, you can’t stop your hips from moving against the table. His eyes lock with yours, you can see the deep primal desires in his blown pupils… and you know you look exactly the same. 

“I think- I think something is wrong,” You say quietly and he blinks slowly. 

“Oh? You think?” 

You don’t even have the time to sass back at him before he’s lunging for you and knocking you both down to the floor. He puts his hand behind your head before it collides with the title beneath you and presses his body down against you. 

“Jesus fucki-“ 

His lips smash into yours and you greedily yank him down closer, moaning as his tongue tangles with yours. His hips grind fast circles into yours and you wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him harder against you. 

Damn, are you both glad Bobby runs a tight ship and Buck has just mopped the floors. 

“Let me take you home, please fuck l-let me take you h-home” He begs, biting at your neck and kissing the bruises he leaves. 

“Let’s go” You nod fast, letting your hands run through his hair and tugging it back. He groans frustratedly as he keeps grinding on you, you giggle at the obvious tent in his pants and reach down between you two and tease the tip with your fingers. 

“D-don’t do that!” He slaps at your hand, his head falling against your shoulder as he whimpers into your shoulder. Your mouth drops as you feel the wetness in your hand, his sticky cum between your fingertips. 

“Still think it’s funny?” He takes your hand and smirks as he puts it up to your lips. You wrap your pouty lips around your fingers and suck them clean, groaning quietly as you taste him. He thoroughly enjoys watching you do that, nearly melting again as he ruts his hips into yours. Even though he’d just come, he’s still hard as a rock… and maybe that’s not so much of an issue right now. 

“Come on” 

He pulls you off the floor with him and down the stairs, he’s moving so fast you have to practically jog to keep up with him. He goes to his locker and grabs his wallet and keys before pulling you out to his truck. He lifts your hips practically tossing you into the cab and gets in. 

You pounce on him as soon as he shuts the door and pin him to it, kissing him breathless and tearing open his shirt. The buttons go flying and you stop for a second 

“I’ll get you a new one” 

He snorts and puts his hands on your hips, squeezing them 

“You really think I give a fuck?” 

“I don’t think we’re gonna make it” You pant as you start to pull off your shirt and he smirks.

“I have an idea” He helps you take it off, putting his hands on your tits immediately and squeezing them in his hands, you unhook your bra and grin sweetly when his jaw drops slowly. 

“Your idea?” You purr playfully and he rubs his thumbs over your nipples, watching them pebble 

“Suck my cock while I’m driving,” He says rather bluntly, all of his attention on the dark little nubs in front of him, the carnal urge to suck on them sending jolts of pleasure straight down to his rock-hard cock. 

“I think that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me” You whisper, your eyes wide and your mouth watering. 

“Oh baby” He chuckles darkly “I haven’t even gotten started” 

He starts the truck and you finally unzip his pants, freeing his erection 

“Ho-ly shit” You mutter and Eddie grins, taking your hand and wrapping it around his weeping cock. You stroke it slowly, your fingers not even meeting as you ogle it, his precum dripping down your fingers. 

 You keep stroking, feeling how he responds to your touch, his head lays against the headrest as he starts up the truck, the deep rumble of the engine causes your toes to curl and you gasp a little feeling it deep in your core. 

Oh, something is totally off. 

You look at him, his long neck exposed to you and he looks at you for a second his eyes are half-lidded as he reaches out, cupping the back of your head and pushing you down gently. 

“Open up for me baby” He guides your face to his cock and you eagerly wrap your lips around him, tasting him and rolling your eyes back.

“Fuuuck” He sighs, running his hand over your hair as your tongue traces his cock. He thrusts a little now his toes curling when he hears your little choking noise. 

“Relax your throat” You feel him start to speed up and you’re absolutely sure he’s over the speed limit as his hand traces down your side and moves between your legs. You feel his fingers sink into you slowly and you groan around his cock, moving your hips on his fingers and fucking yourself slowly as you bob your head up and down. 

“I’ve been so selfish, this is probably affecting you just as badly” he pulls you off of him by your hair and smiles deviously at your blissed-out face, pecking your lips. 

“Take off your pants pretty girl, wanna see how wet you are”

You sit up, eagerly sliding your pants down and opening your legs for him. The sensual smell of your arousal fills his lungs as he breathes deeply. He reaches over and strokes your thigh, making a whimpering noise as he looks at the wetness covering your panties completely. He rubs his thumb over the front and you moan sweetly, melting at his touch. 

He keeps one hand on you and the other in a death grip on the wheel, his fingers push your panties to the side, inserting two fingers into your wetness. He pumps them in and out, his thumb rubbing your clit in sync with his fingers.

You melt against the door, and this entire situation definitely isn’t safe but neither of you care as Eddie screeches to a halt in front of his garage. He rips off his seatbelt and gets on his knees, lifting your hips up to his mouth and sucking your clit into his mouth. 

He adds a third finger now, stretching you even more, his tongue never leaving your clit as he spells his name between your legs like he owns you. He wants you to come apart, to lose yourself in the pleasure he's giving you. 

Your back arches off the seat as you fuck yourself against his mouth desperately 

“F-faster, your tongue, please” You gasp out, stuttering over your sentence and he looks up at you, his eyes locking with yours as he bites your clit. You jolt and cry out his name, tugging at his hair before his tongue speeds up. He pulls your hips even closer as you try to get away from him and slaps your thigh. 

“Stay still” He growls and you whimper, closing your legs around his head as your hips roll against his mouth. You can see the way he’s got one knee on the floor so he can grind his cock into the seat. You roll your eyes back and shut them as you cum on his face, spreading your legs wide as his fingers work your body. 

“Eddie! Oh god- fuck yes oh my god” You babble as he keeps sucking at your clit until he’s satisfied that you are. You weakly try to shove his head away and he finally pulls away, kisses your mound, and nuzzling his nose against your sensitive clit 

“Should’ve drowned me” He mumbles, kissing your folds and you rub his hair gently, mussing it up. 

“I’ve never actually done that before” You shrug and he looks up quickly 

“You’ve never what??” 

Your cheeks flush and you shrug, “I mean. It’s just never really happened for me you know? Like sure I’d like to know what it’s like but-“

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard” He shakes his head as he sits up, both of your bodies are still burning but at least you can think a little now. 

“Oh shut up” You throw his shirt at him and he catches it. You squeak when he grabs your wrist and yanks you to him. 

“I think by now we know what we gotta do,” He says as he starts putting it on you, you look up at him as he puts your arms through and starts to button it back up as best he can 

“Are you okay with that?” He stops, looking into your eyes and you smirk 

“It’s a little late to ask you know”

“Oh teehee” he slaps your thigh and you giggle, putting on your boots. 

“This is all you’re going to get me in” You look at him as he pulls his pants back up and leaves them unbuttoned and grabs his spare tank top from the back, putting that on too. He doesn’t want to give his older neighbors a heart attack. 

“That’s perfectly fine. Makes it easier to take off” 

He gets out of the truck and comes around to your side, opening the door for you. You hop out and take his hand, yanking him down to your height and connecting your lips 

He snickers against your mouth, his hands going to your waist as he guides you backward all the way to the front door, even lifting you up the step so you don’t have to part. Your fingers stay tangled in his luscious locks as he fumbles with the door for a second before it swings open 

As soon as you’re both inside he kicks the door shut and it’s your turn to guide him. You push him down on the sofa and grin as you straddle him and start to yank his clothes off, kissing him passionately as you go 

He falls back onto the sofa, his eyes never leaving yours as you start to strip him. He helps you, pulling off his shirt and pouting when you get up to tug off his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock once again. He can't help but let out a low, needy groan as you finish undressing him. He's eager to get to you, to feel your naked skin against his. 

He reaches for you again, pulling you onto his lap, his hands gripping your ass as he starts to kiss your neck, nibbling and sucking on your skin, leaving hickeys in his wake.

He lifts you up, positioning you over his cock. He looks into your eyes, they mirror the heated desperation in his own as he slowly pushes into you.

He groans as he feels your tight heat enveloping him, his hands gripping your hips as he starts to thrust, this is what he’s been dreaming about all afternoon and you’re just as good as he always knew you would be

His voice is thick with lust as you both moan together deeply “Fuck you feel so damn good” He pants, feeling the primal urge to pound your pussy and you want it just as bad, you put your hands over his as he squeezes your hips tighter. 

“H-harder? Please?” You say it so deliciously sweet, giving him a pretty little pout and wetting your lashes that he can’t help but give you exactly what you want 

Eddie's thrusts grow more aggressive, bouncing you on his cock faster. He can't get enough of the way you feel around him, the way you moan, and the way your body moves against his. He leans back, pulling you down for a deep, hungry kiss as he continues to thrust up into you.

He breaks the kiss, his voice thick with lust

“Fuck, you're so tight. I can't get enough of you”

He reaches up, pinching your nipples as he thrusts, his hips slamming into you, his cock hitting your g-spot with each thrust. 

You slap your hands on his chest, curling your nails into it as you let your head fall forward. 

“That’s it baby oh my g-god that’s it” you sob praises, as sweat drips down both your brows. 

His thrusts become more urgent, more desperate as he loses himself in the rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of you with a wet, slapping sound. 

“I-I’m gonna c-cum, fuck Eddie!”

He reaches his hand down, rubbing your clit in fast circles and you squirt for the first time in your life, your juices splashing over his pelvis and soaking the couch beneath you two.  

He moans loudly, feeling your tight pussy clenching around him as you come. It's enough to send him over the edge. He thrusts one last time, burying himself deep inside you, and lets out a loud groan as he comes, filling you with his hot cum. 

You collapse on his chest, panting heavily and letting your body rest against his. He lets his arms fall to the sides, panting just as harshly. 

“That was fucking amazing” He giddily covers his face with his hands, shaking his head “Jesus Christ that was the best I’ve ever had” 

You giggle, completely agreeing with him as you adjust yourself on his cock, making sure he stays inside you. 

“I can’t believe you seriously made me do that” 

“Was there any doubt I wouldn’t?” He scoffs, bringing his hands up to cup your sweet face 

“And that was just the first time…as soon as we can move we’re going into my bedroom and-“ 

“Oh my god” You stop, remembering just where you are “Oh god Eddie!! Your couch!” 

He blinks and then squeezes your cheeks together. 

“I just made you squirt all over me… and you think I’m worried about my couch?” 

“I can buy you a new one!! I promise I’ll-“

Eddie covers your mouth, smirking when he feels your pussy clench around him lightly. 

“All I want to hear from you is “Yes Daddy” you understand me?” He uncovers your mouth and you gape slightly before nodding slowly 

“Y-yes Daddy.” 

“Good girl. Now, you and I will go couch shopping whenever you’d like” He runs his thumb over your lip  “You will not be paying for it…” 

Before you can even whine in protest his hand comes down on your ass and you yelp. 

“Hey!! That was-“ His fingers wrap around your throat and he sighs 

“And here I thought you could take direction. May I finish my train of thought?” 

He can feel you gulp, which just makes him grin widely, deviously 

“Yes Daddy” you mumble and he gives you a little pat on the cheek 

“Anyway. You can pick any damn couch you want… because if you think for one minute I’m ever letting you out of my sight again and that you’re not officially mine?” He nuzzles your nose 

“I didn’t fuck you nearly as hard as I should have” 

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

"scalloped" taters, an Old AF family recipe that was only written down in the last 20 years or so, with no measurements anywhere on the recipe card

oven-safe dish. preferably lidded, but loose aluminum foil works fine too

potates, however many you want or need to use up, sliced as thin as you get can them without a mandoline because no one in the family has ever had one

onions, halved and also sliced thin, quantity relative to how much you like onions

all purpose flour

milk (or halfnhalf if you're a decadent lil guy. you can also use unflavored and unsweetened nondairy milk. i've never tried it, but relatives have and reported positive results)

butter, either room temp so you can plop little bits of it or cut into tiny cubes

seasonings (salt, pepper, i've added fresh thyme and sweet paprika before to great success, old bay because i was half asleep and thought it was paprika and it was fine, nutmeg, five spice, go ham)

add a layer of taters to the bottom of the dish, not specified how deep, but flat double layer turns out best by my experimentations. add some onions. sprinkle some seasonings on it to taste. sprinkle some flour on it. again, no measurements, i use at least one heaping big soup spoon's worth of flour per layer, a solid dusting but you should be able to still see the potatoes through it. a few dots of butter. cannot stress enough that this is how the got dam recipe is written

repeat layers until you run out of potatoes, pressing down as needed. you want a little room between the top of the taters and the lip of the dish. or just bake it with a sheet pan on the rack below it if you're paranoid. don't flour the top layer of taters, butter it liberally instead. how much butter do you want? this is a recipe from 1890s southern usa, home of Eating Fat Recreationally, so the traditional answer is "too much"

the strongest vibe check: pour an unspecified amount of milk (carefully) into the potatoes without disturbing the layers. i usually put the milk in my nicest measuring pyrex with the good spout and pour slowly against the side of the dish. "how much milk?" you might ask naively, like i once did. "enough" is the answer i got. i usually pour until i see the whole mass of taters/onions/flour just start floating off the bottom of the dish. top layer not fully submerged but rubbing elbows with the milk. i like saucy potatoes. the temperature of the milk doesn't matter. i've simmered shit like garlic and bay leaf in it before pouring to great success

bake at 375 until it's done. literally word for word what the recipe says, doesn't say to cover it. i do so i can control sauce thickness and browning, but even that isn't necessary. i start checking after 20 mins. when it's done, the taters and onions will be soft all the way through and the milk/flour/butter/seasonings will have thickened into a sauce. how well this sauce hugs the taters and onions will entirely depend on whether my great great great grandmother reached through your spoon to help guide your flour to milk ratio. too runny for your liking, take the lid off and bake it some more. too thick, add more milk, push it around a little bit to mix, and bake it some more. the world is your potato

it's at its best after a 10-15 minute rest, but it isn't necessary. amount made is also relative; i have done a single serving of this in a ramekin with one (1) potato, quarter of an onion, in a toaster oven, all while very very sick, and it turned out splendidly. it's solid comfort food, 20/10 if great³ gramma possesses you during assembly

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[rassicas]

hello!! lately i've been thinking about houses/interiors in splatoon as i've been pondering some up for my ocs, & i was wondering if there's any info on them in canon? so far the best that comes to mind is the splat 1 loading screen & that new art of acht, but I was curious on if there's anything about apartments & interiors specifically... tysm! :-]

Unfortunately we don't have much, and considering how much living spaces vary in real life even within the same culture, it's hard to say x thing applies to all splatoon households. the game developers are japanese, the game takes place in japan, and takes inspiration from japanese culture and daily life. taking that into consideration, where canon fails, i use modern japanese living spaces as a reference for imagining what an interior may look like in inkadia. headcanon aside. time to dig up what canon info i've found regarding homes and living spaces

In the Octotune album booklet we get one of the few examples of an inkling home interior, the Houzuki mansion. though pearl, as well all know, is Insanely Fucking Rich and our average inkling is NOT going to be living this luxuriously. one useful tidbit we can get from the text is this:

Q5: Wow! Is this the garage? Pearl: That's just the shoe storage, man.

the word she's using for shoe storage is ゲタばこ which is a cubby you're meant to put your shoes in before entering a house, located in an entryway. in other words, implying a cultural norm of taking your shoes off before entering (something adhered to more strictly in japan vs america). not like this is really followed in official art showing inkfish at home (except for this s1 era piece of an inkling watching tv) probs because shoes are cooler lol

let's see what else ummm bedding.

s1 and s3 dialogue for flounder heights mention futons. traditional japanese bedding typically laid out on the floor when in use, and folded up and put away in a big cubby during the day. its a common sight to see them hung out in the sun on the balcony to not get moldy. some of those things draped over the railings in flounder heights are futons.

not everyone in japan does this though- youll still see western style beds or even futons on bed frames since taking it out and putting it away is a pain in the ass. also not every apartment has a built in proper futon storage space. (...mine does, but i repurposed it into another closet and just use western style bedding lol)

same is true for inkadians too -the bed in the s1 splashscreen doesnt look like a futon to me. point is there's options for what do with the bed situation.

speaking of the apartment splashscreen for s1, there is a blurb in the artbook about it and how inklings are typically pretty tidy with their living spaces.

im sure there's plenty of messy inklings too. anyway there's just a few tidbits about living spaces in relation to canon info. unfortunately there's Nothing about the bathroom or how they bathe, though previously i shared my headcanons about how i think that could work. for the kitchen i think all we can do is assume. Acht has a fridge how surprising /s at the start i mentioned that i take inspo from japanese life where canon fails. ive spent a few years in japan so this works conveniently for me LOL but i assume most people following me do not have that experience. so for those who wanna take that japan inspo too, here's a few small things that are different in japanese living spaces that ive thought may be true for inkopolis? -living spaces are so much smaller on average (of course) -washing machines do not use heated water and like Nobody has a drier in their house. laundry is hung on the balcony, or by the window if there is none, to dry. you want a drying machine? go to the laundromat. -big ovens? like for baking? casseroles? this is Rare in japanese homes. more likely youll see like a little toaster oven. microwaves with an oven setting. i have a gas stove with a fish grill drawer like this. ive never seen this in america but i KNOW in my heart inklings would have this -tiniest fucking kitchens sometimes. a pattern ive often seen for little one room apartments is a pathetic kitchen space in the hall between the entrance and bedtoom where its like. one sink. and space for an electric burner. you want counter space go fuck yourself. if youre a broke inkling who doesnt cook much this may be the option for you. -i think every house ive been in has had a genkan in some form.

[disasterousduo]

I’ve gotten obsessed with MASM.. so have some incorrect quotes :D

Store Worker: Would a Mx. Moon please come to the front desk? Moon, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker: points to Sun and Eclipse Store Worker: I believe they belong to you? Sun and Eclipse, simultaneously: We got lost :( Moon: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

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Moon, driving Sun and Eclipse: So how was your day? Sun: We almost got surprise adopted! Moon: What? Eclipse: We almost got kidnapped. Moon: Oh, okay. Moon: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

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Moon: If Sun and I were drowning, who would you save? Eclipse: You two can’t swim? Sun: It’s a hypothetical question, Eclipse! who would you save? Eclipse: my time and effort.

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Foxy: I told Sun their ears flush when they lie. Roxanne: Why? Foxy: Look. Foxy: Hey Sun! Do you love us? Sun, covering their ears: No. Roxanne:

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Foxy: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?  Sun: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.  Roxanne: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.  Sun: Good thinking.

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Moon: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Monty: Moon no. Bonnie: Mistlefoe. Monty: Please stop encouraging them.

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Moon: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. Monty: The cow??? Moon: What? Bonnie: Monty, W H Y?

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Moon, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.  Monty: Hey.  Bonnie: Hi.  Sun: Hello.  Freddy: Hey!  Moon: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!  Foxy: We were out of Doritos.

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*The squad is over at Moon's house* Monty: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven? Moon: ... N-No... Moon, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? Monty, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought! Bonnie: I see a- Moon, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. Monty: Oh, well I- Moon: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave* Moon, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Sun: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! Freddy: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? Moon: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin! Moon: I am someone who owns four ovens... Moon, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS... Moon: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens... Foxy, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven! Moon: Monty: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! Moon: Moon, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

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Monty: I just ended a four year relationship. Chica: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Monty: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship. *Moon and Sun fighting from across the room*

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Moon: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three- Moon and Monty, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks! Chica: Our turn, Sun! One, two, three- vanilla! Sun, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

[lunarw0rks]

HIII saw your requests were open and idk if this sounds strange but uh. how would you rank 141 in terms of how well they can cook 😭 like i just know at least one of them relies on lunchables and instant noodles to get by

『 PRICE 』

☆ a pretty good cook, just doesn't have a lot of time to showcase it.

☆ but when he does, your tastebuds would be amazed. it's never anything extravagant, mostly fattening one-pan meals or bakes his mother taught him to make.

☆ brushes off the praise, but you end dinner having to unzip your pants from being full and satisfied, so it's a success in his eyes.

『 SIMON 』

☆ decent if he has instructions, but rarely cooks.

☆ he eats to survive and isn't home enough to have perishables ingredients on hand (at his place) — usually one big meal and then powers through the rest of the day with small bouts of protein (shakes, yogurt, fruit)

☆ but with you? he'll eat pretty much anything you put in front of him. and for you, simon would attempt making your favorite. you're not going hungry on his watch.

『 SOAP 』

☆ has caused multiple fires. truly a danger in the kitchen. NEVER give him a knife, no matter how puny the blade.

☆ he tries, he really does. but... It's just safer for society if he sticks to something he only has to preheat the oven for or pop into the toaster.

☆ what he is good at, though — desserts and food combos. sweets, baked goods, fucking delicious, but the presentation is sloppy. and his food combos, they seem strange at first, but when you cave and try them — it's your new favorite midnight snack.

『 GAZ 』

☆ average cook with everything except breakfast.

☆ you'll be satisfied, and full, but it's never going to be a mind-blowing lunch/supper. his presentation skills are superb, though<3

☆ mornings are his best work; toast, jam, eggs, ham/bacon, veggies, yogurt with toppings — goes all out at least once a week when he's home with you.

『 ALEJANDRO 』

☆ the best cook out of all of them, it's almost irritating.

☆ childhood dishes, ones from his culture, ones he's tried in restaurants but wanted to have again — so learned how to protect the recipe. his favorites aren't the flashy ones, though, he prefers belly-filling, nostalgic dishes (soups, things like that.)

☆ you'll be so spoiled with his cooking. probably even makes large batches and puts them in Tupperware so you can take them to work :)

[mariacallous]

The secret to the perfect bagel is a subject of heated discourse. After trying bagels from New York City to Seattle, we can tell you one thing: it’s not the water source; it’s the baker. One of our biggest breakthroughs was a starch slurry, which not only helps toppings stick but also makes it possible to use larger items — sunflower seeds, chopped nuts — that otherwise wouldn’t cling well.

Why are bagels first boiled or steamed? Because either method of applying heat pregelatinizes the starch on the crust; this is why bagels are so shiny after they bake.

Cooking Notes:

If using a 4.5 qt or 8 qt stand mixer, sometimes the ingredients are not enough for the dough hook to mix them well; use a paddle attachment initially to get all the ingredients uniformly mixed. Once you have a shaggy mass (the dough is sticky and wet, but there are no visible clumps of flour or unincorporated water in the bowl), switch to a hook attachment.

Because bagel dough is stiff, mixing it in a stand mixer can cause the machine to struggle and possibly burn out. If your stand mixer is dancing on the table, it either has too much dough or too stiff of a dough (or both) for it to handle. 

For a 4.5 qt bowl, you can mix on the lowest possible speed, which will double the mixing time. You can also mix the dough to a shaggy mass, divide the dough in half, and mix it to full gluten development in two batches.

The final mix time at higher speeds may vary from machine to machine. The goal is to achieve full gluten development. Consider our suggested times as guidelines only. Let your visual assessment and the windowpane test determine the dough’s stage of gluten development.

To make the dough easier to handle, add 0.05% fresh pineapple juice or 0.8% fresh kiwi juice.

Keep the dough covered as you weigh out the pieces; this dough dries out easily because of its low hydration.

Make sure that the hole in the middle of the bagel is centered, or it will proof and bake unevenly.

Although bagels are proofed and baked on a half sheet pan, we recommend placing the half sheet pan on a baking stone that is on the middle shelf of the oven. This will provide the dough with a good oven spring and will reduce baking time. Alternatively, you can slide the parchment paper the bagels are on directly onto the baking stone.

Storage Note: If you aren’t going to eat the bagels the same day, let them cool, and then immediately slice them in half, wrap each half, and freeze them for up to 2 months. Frozen bagels can be dropped into the toaster without thawing.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I'm feeling exhausted and fragile today so I'm going to make a vegan wild rice soup with some flaxseed crackers, and since I feel the need to yell into the void, yall are getting a recipe about it.

Flaxseed Crackers (vegetarian, gluten-free, dairy-free, vegan)

Ingredients:

¼ Ground flaxseed meal

1-2 tablespoons Cracked peppercorn oil (cracked peppercorns that have been kept in olive oil for at least 24hrs)

1 cup Whole flax and sesame (or preferred/available) seeds

Aqua faba from 2 cans (liquid from canned chickpeas)

Sundried tomatos, minced/blended

Herbs and spices to taste (in my case, salt, toasted cumin seed, caraway seed, dill seed, fresh rosemary, a dried allium mix, and baby pigweed leaves)

Recipe:

Good news, this is the least labor intensive recipe you'll ever make as long as you have some kind of blender (even those shitty little 1serving smoothie blenders) and any convection oven (counter or whole appliance), but you could probably pull it off on a hotplate and pan if needed.

Preheat a convection oven to 350°F (if using a toaster oven, set to medium-high, if cooking in a pan, use 300°F or medium or 4-5 on the dial)

Crack open your canned chickpeas (if you don't have a Thing you're doing with them, you can just dump it in chickpeas and all, but I'm also making soup) and pour the liquid into your blender. Add no more than a cup of sundried tomatoes (i get them in 1lb vavuum sealed plastic bags and just gradually use em up lmao, but if you grow or have tomatoes you can make your own, or substitute with tomato paste and a little veggie bouillon - this is esp useful if you lack a blender), and blend until chopped or paste as you prefer.

In a container, mix the blended ingredients with your peppercorn oil, flaxseed meal, and whole seeds into a fun and gross lump of seed paste. Smash that bad boy onto a solid, flat surface (things like wax paper or tinfoil are a big help, but you can also use ziplock bags to smash out your cracker forms by putting a small amount inside, sealing without any air, and smoothing into a flat layer) and roll/smoosh it out.

Go ahead and lay your seed paste sheet on it's baking surface (tinfoil in a toaster, oven rack/cookie sheet, whatever) and cook for 15-20 min or until you can crack em apart real snappy like. Check on them at the 10 and 15min mark to confirm your cook time time.

Once cooked, let them cool, and then have fun shattering and crunching your sheets up into wretched little crackers.

If you're me, dump them into soup or hummus or something else savory

Creamy wild rice soup (vegetarian, vegan, dairy-free, gluten free)

Ingredients:

3 cups Chickpeas (2 cans)

2 tablespoons Tahini sauce

½ cup cracked peppercorn oil x2

¼ cup veggie bouillon

2 large onions (I use yellow and red, but it's up to you)

1 whole bulb of garlic (peeled/depapered)

2 cups garden greens (in my case, young pigweed leaves, beet leaves, parsley, and turnip greens, but you can use and leafy green you like)

1 cup wild rice

1 cup of your preferred soft bean (I like white beans like navy or cranberry, but I've had good luck with large pink beans in the past too)

Herbs and spices to taste (I'll be using fennel seed, cumin seed, caraway seed, cardamom, chili flakes, nasturtium seed, and sesame seeds)

8-10 cups boiling water

Recipe

This is a great one pot soup if you have a blender, and fairly low intensity, but you'll need a decent blender to get it creamy. The good news is that the unblended non-crey version is still delicious! So if you don't want to (or can't) worry about using a blender, you don't have to! That makes it useful for cooking up all in one big bowl in the microwave, all in one large pot on the stovetop/hotplate, or in a large oven safe crockpot, whichever works best for you.

Peel and quarter your onions, and peel your garlic cloves, then toss them all along with your spices (save any dried or fresh herbs for the next stage) into the cooking container with ½ cup oil x1. I'll be making mine in an oven safe crock, so see alterations/substitutions below.

Preheat your oven to 350°F, and let your oil, allium, and spice mix (covered) heat to temp along with the oven, then roast for 5-10min or until aromatic before removing your crockpot and keeping the oven at temp.

Add your chickpeas, bouillon, your other half cup of oil, water, beans, no less than ½ tablespoon salt, tahini, and greens/herbs to the crock at this point. If you plan to make creamy soup, DO NOT ADD the wild rice now. If you aren't worrying about that, go right ahead and add the rice now so you'll have less cook time. Return to the oven and let roast uncovered for 90-120 minutes.

If you're not worrying about that, congratulations! Your soup is just done now.

If you are making creamy soup, remove when beans are tender, blend until smooth (add more oil as necessary for consistency), and then add the wild rice and return to the oven for another 45-60min. Then your soup is done!

Go forth and consume lots of nutrition in a package that doesn't suck.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

My opinions on the sides and their abilities to cook because why not I'm bored:

Patton can cook and bake quite well, he's the type of person who doesn't need recipes most of the time and knows how to make good food. He's tha main cook in the mindscape. Hebakes better than hecooks and ultimately preferrs baking too, but he can and does do both.

Logan can cook but I put 'can' in italics because objectively he can but the moment you take his precise recipe away the kitchen is on fire. If he were to do a technical challange in the bakeoff they'd be carting him off on a stretcher. He also can't bake for the life of him, he has no clue why and it absolutely doesn't make sense

Virgil can cook ifhe absolutely needs to but he has so much anxiety surrounding the oven and the microwave that usually he just puts a poptart in the toaster and says fuck it. At most he'll cook mac and cheese or chicken nuggets and call it a day. This man will not go anywhere near an electric mixer for long enough to touch it let alone bake a cake.

Janus is the best cook in the mindscape, he stress cooks and stress bakes to an extreme to the point that when Janus is stressed the group are basically dining like royalty at a feast. He tends to go all out on making food fancy enough that it wouldn't be out of place in a gourmet resteraunt. However he absolutely refuses to admit any of this. Even when the other sides can clearly see him cooking he'll still deny it.

I left Roman and Remus until last because they are both outright banned from the kitchen. I've mentioned it a few times in fics but neither of them can cook. Roman somehow burned water and set the kitchen on fire somehow whilst making cake batter. He's increadibly accident prone and Patton decided to ban Roman from cooking and cut his losses very quickly. Remus is banned for probably obvious reasons, Remus is actually a surprisingly good cook if you let him try, his food just never looks good. Ever, and it rarely smells edible even if it is somehow good despite that. Even with this though he very ofte makes big messes and likes to use the kitchen for science experiments, thus banned.

And that concludes my headcannon rampage goodnight I'm going to sleep.

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Okay so I'm seeing a lot of 'Sun sucks at cooking he he can't make cereal properly leave the cooking to Moon he's the best at it' in domestic aus

And that's great! I love that idea! But consider the following: absolutely none of you know anything about cooking.

I mean, sure, Sun's been cutting apple slices with peanut butter for so long he's got it down to an art, and his PB &J sandwiches are to die for. Moon's got directions to make tea and applesauce and instant jello for the kids that they share in their headspace. But that's pretty much the limit for their cooking expertise. So put them near a toaster? Yeah, they can figure it out. A microwave? Moon put a fork in it to see what would happen after Sun saw something about it online and got to 20 seconds before you slam into the kitchen and shut it off. And then talk their audio receptors off by scolding them for putting metal in the microwave and being in the kitchen without your supervision.

All you have to send them is a look and they decide to leave the oven alone.

Speaking of your skills...

Well.

While you're no 'master chef', you've picked up enough to scrape by. A few years on your own will do that to you. Compared to what your boys know, you're practically a god in the kitchen.

So you, with your grand total of maybe 15-20 recipes (half of which have cottage cheese or yogurt incorporated into them) are appointed head of the kitchen.

You're really only slightly better than the boys, but you at least know how to turn on a stove. Still, your skill level is really only enough to make the same few meals throughout the week. So, you all decide to figure it out together.

You look up some recipes online, grab some stuff from the store and dump it all onto the counter. The ingredients are nothing you haven't seen before (the boys regard the flour as some foreign and ancient play-doh from the stone ages), but you can't remember the last time you bought some of this stuff.

After you take in the wonders of vanilla extract and brown sugar, you pick something hopefully easy enough that it'll be impossible to mess up. Cookies aren't that hard. You remember making them when you were younger, and they usually came out alright.

You also remember that you were 9 and had adult supervision to make sure you didn't screw up.

And now you're the most competent adult in this operation.

You try not to picture the apartment going down in flames.

It doesn't actually go terribly. You manage to handle it pretty well, all things considered. Moon grabs your wrist before you pour the eggs into the flour, reminding you that you're supposed to do your dries, then your wets, and then your chips. You're pretty sure he only reminded you so he can keep sneaking chips into his cheeks when you're not looking, but you let him have it. You also elect not to say anything when you catch them pouring more chips into the bowl when you're not looking.

Sun spends the entire time obsessing over the shape of the cookies, making sure they're all perfectly rounded and spread out on the pan. Moon wedges a chocolate chip deep into the center of a few of them, watching his brother panic over the now 'ruined' cookies. He gets over it eventually, though, joining his brother in front of the oven to watch the dough rise and expand as the torturous waiting for them to bake begins. You pull out the tray and inspect your work.

They're...not that bad, in all honesty. There are little things that could be improved, but otherwise, you're pretty proud of your guy's progress.

You're not as happy about the mess, though. It looks like a hurricane has stormed through your kitchen, a fact that is quickly brought to the attention of your boys as they scramble to wipe down countertops and toss eggshells away.

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I dunno how to end this cuz my endings suck so there it is, thank you for attending my ted talk.

[inconsideratekidney]

10/22/24

good evening y'all,

question (/hot take?): do you prefer toaster ovens or air fryers?

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i'm curious why people put stickers on poles and other public structures. why do they waste good stickers on public spaces? sure i don't want a furry sticker or an anime one, but someone does, so why do people throw them up everywhere? i'd say keep them if you bought them! i know some are advertisements, but i see the same furry wolf sticker every week and do not need to see it. if you like it, keep it or advertise it on your own belongings, not on a public space.

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can you get along with someone who is very similar to you? do you just get someone that is very similar to you or do you clash and butt heads often? for me it depends on the person and the differences (wow, no shit!) but like seriously, yeah.. if our differences are that we both share the same trait, but in different ways, then yeah we're bound to actually be more different, but when we both have the same personality and humor is works out nicely. it's either water and oil or bread and butter. now i want some bread and butter, ooooh, no i want garlic bread.

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how does one achieve that tomboy aesthetic, while also maintaining femininity? i've had this problem since elementary school, believe it or not. i can't tell if people think i have it all together fashion-wise cuz i don't. i often see people wear similar things every day and have a general style--even if that style is extraordinary and extravagant or if they're gender fluid--i still see somewhat of a pattern, but what do they think in their heads? i'm constantly annoyed when a fit doesn't eat and also isn't comfy. it irks me that a fit is just mid and plain and stupid. when i put effort into it and it just looks like i did nothing or like i cant match a style to my body type. i still don't know what my body type is and what style would look best.

i did actually find myself recently thinking of friends and others i see on a regular basis and what clothing i would put them in or what i think would look best on them and it's honestly so much fun, until i can't focus on it for very long. i cannot daydream or fantasize on purpose which is rough when i actually have cool ideas. i wish my brain let me focus on one thing, then i'd have more to write about in this section. womp womp.

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one second i crave chocolate, and the next i crave cheese. what is up with that?? i really want one of those cheddar baked-on bagels ever since i saw someone eat it yesterday. i know i won't like it, but i want to have it. i also really love brie now. has anyone else been getting those cooking videos where all they do basically is bake garlic and smear it on bread with brie or make pesto and smear that on, drizzle a shit ton of olive oil at like every step and tons of salt and pepper at the end. crazy how at one point i saw so many of those videos and they just stick with me. love them, but they do bamboozle me. one account can just label themself as a cooking channel, but mostly post the same garlic recipe five thousand times. i will like every single one they post, but will still be annoyed they know how to get people like me. i am still shaking my fist at the stupid good algorithm.

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i wrote something yesterday while walking to class and added a bit more to it:

something about the warmth of the wind and the liveliness of the swaying flora around summoned her attention to the auburn leaves and singing fronds about. suddenly the depths of the internet mattered no more than benign particles floating just out of sight. her gaze traveled to the earth around calling out for one glimpse of recognition. one existence waiting peacefully to be noticed and appreciated by the bumbling folks who don't often pay any mind to the beauty around them. only then when her breath come back into her body did she realize she had forgotten everything prior to this moment. she took it all in, breathed in and out, and continued about her day.

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it is a struggle for me to not pick up leaves off of the ground lately. i'm kinda addicted to leaves rn. got a whole bunch of them sitting on my window sill..i'm not kidding, there's probably at least 20 or 30. and i love them all. all so beautiful in their own ways even with their "imperfections" which are totally perfect to me. i love every leaf i see on the ground, but especially the vivid orange and red ones. i do love a good brown and green leaf as well tho, gotta represent my favorite colors.

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anyshways, i felt like this was a good blog. it felt genuine and not over the top ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tldr?: it didn't feel that long, but there's always someone who thinks it is

toaster oven or air fryer?

stickers in public

opposite persons

tomboy/feminine style

food...

something i wrote

leaves!!!

idk if these tldr's are useful or not, but i like summarizing and it keeps me on track knowing i gotta write one so i don't go on and on. maybe i should put these at the beginning, but i don't wanna. >:(

guten tag,

kD >:p