#cervelas

[chockiesgroup-en]

DS / Vepeli old-fashioned cervelas pork 12x 170 gr - Vepeli offers an old-fashioned cervelas that is produced in the purest tradition. The cervelas is consumed hot or cold in Belgian chip shops https://belgicastore.com/gb/?s=15610 Vepelioldfashionedcervelaspo

[mirakurutaimu]

I looked up about frituur food and now Im sad this isnt a thing in the states.

I MISS IT SO BAD dude the fries are So fucking good there. they know what they're doing. americans talk up Five Guys giving you a shitton of fries, but they give you a shitton of garbage soggy fries. belgian frituur fries are a fucking godsend. they give you a ton of them and they're Flawless

my Absolute favorite item from em is cervela(t) tho. delicious thick and meaty fried sausage. god I miss this shit so bad

[ame-haine]

J'avais accumulé tant de mots maudits

tant de formules de bénédictions de sacristies

Une flaque d'eau croupie en guise de cervelas

Le papier de verre sur la peau de glace.

Il ne lâchera pas tant que les dents

Seront enfoncées dans le rose et le blanc

Une cathédrale pour mille baisers de soie

Une soir maudit pour mille ans de grâce.

[salami-dono]

I thought about Mutton and how he was nonbinary, bisexual and asexual. He is the best OC I ever had. That was before I realized just how prevalent biphobia was, that lots of people seem to think of nonbinary as simply "woman-lite." Who came up with this word, anyway? And don't even get me started on asexuality!

Mutton, why you, you are simply impossible! Poor Mutton would feel so alienated.

They're just jealous of your amazing mutton chops.

If I have a post about the triplets' sexualities somewhere, what I'm about to say will override that. I think they're all aromantic.

Pinkel is... He's a Pandora's box of labels. Simply, she is Queer. And Aromantic. And a Pansexual Lesbian. And--

Venison is gay and aromantic.

And, Cervelas (Zer) is aromantic and asexual.

I have many queer characters, I just dislike having to spell it out for everyone. I personally do not like using labels.

[papyanar]

Je fais dans le graveleux

Basique, ou le poète

Romantique

Pour dames échevelées

Sans pull, taille fine

Côtes saillantes

Seins plats, fesses nothing;

Pour mieux défiler

Chez feu Monsieur Karl L.

Fin lettré teuton,

Matant les tétons

Non, c'est vulgaire

Et précaire

Chez la haute couture

Ma mienne est ronde.

Bois, mange, éructe,

M'irrite un peu

Lit Pindare

Dans le tram'

Ou Sartre, et sa nausée

Même la généalogie

De la morale du F. Nietzsche;

Bouquin en vente livre

Pour les mièvres du cervelas

Confus de vous importuner

Gens humains ou pas ;

Sages et pétris de taxes

Foncières ;

Je repars aux cieux

Voir les yeux de ma douce

Elle est cool et pieuse ;

Même coiffée et épilée

Les dimanches à confesse.

[dato-georgia-caucasus]

The pistolet (literally "little pistol") is a typical Belgian variety of bread consisting of a small and round bread roll.

The crust is usually hard and crispy, while the inside of the roll is soft.

To make the bread roll, the dough must rise for 12 hours, and is also manipulated with a small stick. The bread should be light, airy and delicate on the inside, with a crisp crust. The pistolet roll is filled with a typical selection of meats, cheeses and condiments, which may include: cervelas sausages, boudin sausages, Ardennes ham, the Plattekaas cheese of Walschot, Ghent mustard, pickles, mayonnaise, local shrimp, farm butter, Red Flanders beef, kipkap (a kind of head pressed jelly), potjesvlees (meat in gelatin), Pipe d’Ardennes sausages, Bloempanch (black sausage obtained from pig blood), Herve raw milk cheese, and more. It might also be eaten with butter and jam for weekend breakfasts.

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Un gouvernement serait éternel à la condition d'offrir tous les jours à ces citoyens, un feu d'artifice du bon vin des roestis et des cervelas

[moulin-girault]

À la table du moulin : rustique réconfortant !

Soupe aux légumes bébé Fred (bien mixée, de la crème, des perles, du maggi)

Salade de cervelas et salade de pommes de terre

Vieux gouda,

Coings au sirop

Poires doyenné du comice du jardin.

Riesling et baguette tradition

[immppro]

#4022

Paddle et gamine Cervelas à la Poissine Idée de l'Eden

[chockiesgroup-en]

DS / Vepeli cervelas pure chicken 12x 170 gr - https://belgicastore.com/gb/?s=15610 Vepelicervelaspurechicken

[edgirljourney]

06/05 : 49,6kg

Breakfast : 300kcal

- PB Porridge wth raspberries

Lunch : 530kcal

- Pasta with fish, leeks and cream 🍝

- Chocolates 🍫

Snack 1 : 275kcal

- Candies + m&m's 🍬

Snack 2 : 345kcal

- Bread wth white chocolate chips + Apple 🍎

- M&m's

• Dinner : 360kcal

- Mixed Salad wth potatoes, cervelas, feta cheese, tomatoes and seeds

Kc@l burnt : 630

- Running : 270

- N.E.A.T. : 360

1810 kc@l brut // 1180 kc@l net

G : 221gr P : 54gr F : 76gr 🥤: 2,5L

Not horrible but not the best day. I ate too many sweets but anyway, the goal for now is to not b1ng€ so to not restrict too much directly.

[jjeremysstash]

Tu sais t'es en France quand il est 4 heures et demie et une p'tite vieille sort le pain et le cervelas

[theshut-ingirllouanne]

Salut tout le monde j'espère que vous allez bien! ☺️

Dites moi se que vous avez mangé de bon ce midi ! PS: rien de très bon (pâtes avec cervelas) 😬

Là j'ai eu DS de Droit 😔 & dans 1h je devrais avoir un DS de Français 2h mais je vous direz quoi

La j'ai gestion voilà 😂

Je suis en BTS MHR1 donc en BTS management en hôtellerie restauration ! A Orchies !

Extrait de cours de droit 😂😂

[papyanar]

La plume travaille, rapide.

Sonore trébuchante

Les ongles mordillés

Fendus, lâches, battus

Par les parcelles immondes

De feuilles parchemins jaunis

Donnés aux Béotiens

Des écritures mouillantes

Des cervelas las ou là-bas

Pour conclure in fine

Que tout n'est en rien

Lenteur, tu me tues

Lasse, lascive, compromission, érudition

Je te veux prompte.

Mantille peu sage

Dès l'aurore plongeant ton éradication,

Dans le stupre, seins dégagés

Éléments fondamentaux

De mes folies conçues

Par des naïades pucelles,

Dont je m'occupe à titre gracieux,

Arguments léonins ou spécieux

Je me moque, suprême honte.

Préjudice serein

Sénile soudard de Sophocle

Titubant à la vue d'un mécréant

Qui vole ma solde, non ma viole ?

Bourse plate de scribe

Ma plume travaille au calme.

Ô, que j'aime tes reins

Au moins une rime avec seins

[beninparis]

Hemingway Hunt

Stop 1:

I arrive to find Cafe des Amateurs gone in favor of Cafe Delma. There was no sadness or evilness to this place, at least none that I noticed. Although it might have been a place that charges for restroom use, and that’s pretty evil to me.

There is bustling chatter overlapped by the constant noise of the fountain. A child chases a brown pigeon only to be pulled out of the road by her mom. A man tries to ask for money and I tell him I don’t speak French. The air carries a very subtle scent of fried foods and alcohol.

Stop 2:

During their time in Paris, Ernest and his wife Hadley stayed at 74 rue du Cardinal Lemoine. It was a place Hemingway described as one of the poorest addresses in Paris. Of course Hemingway probably didn’t predict to be immortalized by a plaque at the building. I’m not sure, but the price has probably skyrocketed since his time and because of his time.

Stop 3:

Just close by, Hemingway rented an attic room at the once hotel 39 rue Descartes. 25 years earlier, poet Paul Verlaine had died in that room. Paul is immortalized here as well, not just through a plaque, but also with the restaurant La Maison de Verlaine. In fact, he’s immortalized a bit more than Hemingway at this particular spot

Stop 4:

I took the B route to get to the book stalls along the Quais. Due to poor timing however, I arrived when they were closed. Fortunately I managed to catch them midday the next day. I even purchased a volume of Asterix at the recommendation of a very helpful and nostalgic bookseller.

Stop 5:

After a line that feels like the Mona Lisa’s little sister, we only get a minute upstairs before we are told they are closing the floor. That was just lovely.

It was more like a village house converted into a bookstore than a traditional bookstore. Rustic boards support old stone and cradle new editions of not so new classics. They kept the more venerated works in the front, stuff like Catcher in the Rye, Moby Dick, and The Sun Also Rises. Meanwhile the modern works such as Circe or A Court of Thorns and Roses was kept more towards the back. The spiral staircase led up to a loft that overlooked the store and the street below. There was a very personal nook where one could theoretically block themselves off from everyone else and its cramped size would force them to do nothing but write. The instrument to do so being a typewriter that bears its age and takes up a good chunk of table space. Hopefully enough space is left for your whiteout. Behind the nook are 2 walls. One containing the portraits of minds who were most likely mocked then celebrated, the other holding a mirror which in turn holds millions upon millions of sticky notes. They were most likely from guests wanting to be immortalized with Shakespeare & Co. The tumbleweeds in question are simply aspiring minds, such as those in the portraits, who stay afloat through working in the bookshop. Although with the small size of the place and huge crowds filling in, I’m not sure how much time they have to sit up there.

Stop 6:

This was the longest stop and I hesitate to call it a stop. They were more like stops. There was a long walk from Musee du Luxembourg to the rest of the stops, one was actually pretty out of a way of my current route, so I had to revisit a different day. The grand jewel of this stop was the massive fountain in front of the church where the Saints stand forever.

Stop 7:

Hemingway’s order consisted of a distingue (A big glass mug of beer), pommes a l’huile (Potato salad with firm potatoes (Why? Soft potatoes are better.) that are marinated in olive oil) and cervelas (a wide, heavy sausage split in two and covered with a special mustard sauce). I went to the Brasserie Lipp myself because I wanted to try that order, but found something much different than what I imagined. Something more expensive, upper class, and not of the common folk. I feel like that order, if not attached to a famous writer, would be sacrilege in the kind of restaurant that it is today.

Stop 8:

Hemingway would often stop at Cafe de Flores and Des Magots to eat and write. He considered these places good for writing. I decided to try and follow in this tradition at Cafe de Flores and simply write about what I observed in the space. I even started drafting a second story, but I don’t know if I’m going to revisit it or not.

Stop 9:

My door-side seat is the perfect vantage point. A private dwelling to sit and spy over customers and imagine their stories. The Englishmen are to the right of me, one filling coffee with sugar. My guess is they’re on holiday, perhaps to Disneyland. Something about mice and princesses seems to unite people. A French family is to my right, 2 teenagers and parents younger than mine, or at least appear to be. They talk of Hemingway too. Maybe they are here for the same reason as me. The golden room is packed with waiters in a constant rush. If any of them get called “garcon” I expect rightful violence from them. I imagine myself as the most American in my sport shorts, yet no one cares. From my seat I exist in the world, but not entirely. A mere fly simply watching.

I feel something is missing from my story…

A dragon! Every story is better with a dragon! Let’s add one perched on the awning, watching cars go by. She is responsible for bringing “fresh beef” straight from the countryside with her massive claws and wings. There, now it feels like a short story I would write.

Stop 10:

Michaud’s presents a bit of a switch up. Instead of an average or poor place elevating after Hemingway stayed there, Michaud’s is now gone. It was already an expensive and uppity place in his time so maybe it got so uppity that it went uppity out of the atmosphere. Writer James Joyce would often visit this place with his wife and children. Whenever Hemingway got a bit of money, him and his wife would go here to live like the upper class, if for only one meal.

Stop 11:

When Ernest and Hadley Hemingway first arrived in Paris, they stayed at the Hotel d’Angleterre. While I was able to find the hotel, I did not get the chance to go inside and experience the courtyard. I can only imagine now, possibly a lavish jungle that’s a far cry from what Hemingway saw. That’s the effect he has on these kinds of places.

Stop 12:

22 Rue Jacob, where Miss Stein Lived.

In chapter 2, Hemingway expresses his prejudices against homosexuality to Miss Stein. He claims gay people are sick, cannot help themselves, and deserve no pity. He also describes a time when he lived among a milieu of criminals and states “When you were a boy and moved in the company of men, you had to be prepared to kill a man, know how to do it and really know that you would do it in order to not be interfered with.” This makes me wonder about Hemingway’s past and what led him to these prejudices. Could it have been an adverse sexual encounter when he was too young? Could it have just been that his parents were prejudiced and wanted him to protect himself from what they perceived as threats?

Conclusion:

One line that perplexes me is the one where Hemingway glorifies his hunger. “Hunger is good discipline and you will learn from it.” As a writer myself, hunger is a hindrance to writing. Once I get hungry, that’s all I can think about until it is satisfied. Is he trying to elevate himself above common needs?

An episode I found particularly funny was “Birth of a New School.” The story starts with Hemingway choosing violence. A patron comes up and simply says hi. Hemingway basically tells this guy to screw off, but with more language. The whole chapter is just this argument started by a stubborn and angry mule named Ernest Hemingway.

Hemingway describes Paris as a “moveable feast”. While he could have meant a number of things with this description, there’s one possible interpretation that I could apply to my trip. Paris is a feast you take with you, something you eat and draw from wherever you are in the world or whenever you are in your life. The experience stays with you to be feasted on forever.

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Bonjour à vous tous je me trouve dans une situation financière inattendue qui peut m'aider ??? Plus de travail petite retraite de la peine à me nourrir les fruits et légumes sont inabordables pour moi, et je ne puis acheter du pain et du cervelas. Merci d'avance pour le billet plus il y a de zéros dessus plus vite je remonterais la pente 👀