#cheese stand

[meepyfriends]

old meme, but a fun one :)

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #WorldHoneyBeeDay 🍯🐝:

Beehive with Blackberry Branches (Cheese Stand)

Minton & Co., design registered 1862

glazed earthenware (majolica)

(Photographed at the Majolica Mania exhibition the Walters Art Museum in 2022.)

[yoghurt-freak]

チーズ屋さんの飲むヨーグルト

CHEESE STANDさんが、3/4に品川駅のエキュートに新たなショップ「JAPAN CHEESE STAND」をオープン🎉

限定の飲むヨーグルトがあるとのことで早速🏃‍♀️💨

CHEESE STAND

2012年に渋谷にオープンされた、出来立てのフレッシュチーズが買えるお店。

都内で搾った生乳を原料に、渋谷の工房で職人さんが毎日手作り！

品川駅ではCHEESE STANDさんのチーズの他に、国内の工房さんのチーズを月替わりで販売。

スペック

東京都内で搾った生乳を原料に、世田谷区尾山台のCHEESE STAND LAB.で製造。

ノンホモで、チーズ作りで生じたホエイを煮詰めたホエイジャムで甘み付け。

･････････････････････････････୨୧ 開封 ･････････････････････････････୨୧

冷蔵庫で静置させてたら、上部にクリーム層が溜まってきたからよくフリフリ🪇

中栓開けてみたら、分厚いクリーム層の付着が💕

おいしそーーー！

ヨーグルトはホエイジャムの影響なのか、ほんのーーーりクリーム色。

甘い香りが少々。

とろみも少々。

･････････････････････････････୨୧ 頂きます🙏 ･････････････････････････････୨୧

わぁ、スッキリ😍

不思議な感覚！

ミルク感は濃ゆいねんけど、低脂肪かのようにゴクゴク飲める爽快感がある✨

ホエイジャムが乳酸菌の性質上、パッションフルーツみたいな酸味を帯びてるって仰ってたっけ。

それの影響なんかなぁ。

まったく刺激的ではないから「酸味」というより「爽やかみ」って言いたくなる🍃

「フルーティ」って表現も考えてみたけど、やっぱり爽やかみ！

とろみは軽めで、質感的にも飲みやすい。

お乳の味わいもフレッシュ🐮💕

無脂乳固形分14.5%にちょっと身構えしてしまってたけど、いざ飲んでみるとコクも甘みもほどよくて、毎日ほしい味。

これは品川駅で乗り換えするたびに買いに行ってしまいそう🏃‍♀️💨

蓋裏のクリーム層にも爽やかみが効いててうまうま！

============================ 無脂乳固形分 14.5% 乳脂肪分 2.9% ————————————————— 栄養成分（100gあたり） エネルギー 72kcal たんぱく質 3.6g 脂質 2.9g 炭水化物 8.0g 食塩相当量 0.12g ※全量は500ml ————————————————— 原材料名 生乳（東京都産）、ホエイジャム（乳清、甜菜糖） ————————————————— 購入価��� 650円（税込） ————————————————— 製造者 株式会社 nobilu ============================

[star-trekster]

ST@CEC 4: Deep Space Nine; In Charles’s Shadow

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

real talk having the 2nd worst new years eve yet 🤢🤢🤢 (throat infection, twisted neck, banged-about-foot, ego AND the rest o' me all bruised like misjuggled peaches 🍑🍑🍑)

im bent outa shape and suspectin the universe owes me 8 buck if anyone wannsa chip in

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[milkywayes]

interspecies awkwardness for breakfast a.k.a. 'I can't believe I made a comic'

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Charcuterie Board, as designed by your votes! Thank you to everyone who participated; this was a fun challenge!

[burningcheese-merchant]

Burning Spice: I will destroy the world Golden Cheese: Where you gonna live Burning Spice:

[vikary401]

their honest reaction

tbh this sprites placement is so funny to me i just imagine them standing like this

[cakegatedisaster]

REAL QUICK-

Aemond 'I want vengeance' FOR FUCKING WHAT?? THE BABY THAT ACCIDENTALLY SLASHED YOUR EYE OUT WHILE DEFENDING HIS FRIENDS IS DEAD, YOU PRICK! YOU ALREADY KILLED HIM!!

What fucking vengeance??

[quibbs126]

These are all the unused Golden Cheese update cookies designs from the beginning

I haven’t actually gotten a good look at them or what the people were saying, because I was taking screenshots literally one right after the other so I could get them all. But they seem neat from what little I saw

[httpsrrad]

they are like bugs to me

[itsnotmourn]

older art of wininininifred

[vladdyissues]

hey speaking of giving them good things out of pure seething spite

assorted badger cereal AND cheese melt fluff?

-reveal gone wrong. Fentons are supportive, but reveal happened in front of GiW, which means government agents now have his identity linked to a ghost caught on camera causing mayhem and destruction. don't matter how ultimately ineffectual OR competent you make them, Danny Fenton's in deep shit now.

-but hey, Vlad's got himself some connections! Danny Fenton disappears. Daniel Masters appears. Big bro to Danielle Masters, yes he's always existed, of course he's not Danny Fenton, Phantom is still appearing in Amity Park, there'd have to be a portal in Wisconsin to pull that off.

-Danny expects to feel isolated. Instead? Gets to have extended ghost family like his new gremlin little sister, gets to have a home schooling experience that means he isn't pressured to keep a schedule broken by ghost attacks, gets to visit through the FentonWorks lab regularly.

-And Vlad seems to have chilled the entire fuck out with two half-ghost kids to Obsess over parenting.

-although if he's going to live in this house Danny is damn well going to learn to make his own ghost-tech and learn the value of an honest day's mad science.

-(Vlad didn't bust his ass learning to solder at a professional level for a field of technology so experimental no one credible believes it exists just so Danny could get desparate and use tech as a projectile)

-and it's really nice having lab safety respected so the food doesn't reanimate.

-and he can just use his powers whenever, however.

-huh. with homeschooling getting easier all the time, maybe he could take up a sport? you don't need to attend a school full time to do that, right...?

-best revenge is living well. Or in this case, enabling such for a kid who just says the saddest things about his home life without realizing

-seriously it makes Vlad go "mine nao" on a deep, irrevocable scale.

-also fucking no one believes Daniel Masters is Danny Fenton because they've a: met his little sister, and b: seen them interact. you're saying these two didn't have the same parents and grow up around each other? (And the fun thing is: technically, Dani being a clone means BOTH of those are true!)

-something something "what do you mean I qualify for scholarships?!" + realization he's actually smart he was just being forced to triple shift his life and it was the worst thing he could have possibly done

I am the biggest sucker for Danny unexpectedly thriving under Vlad's care due to having all of the opportunities and special attention that come with being filthy stinking rich. (That's basically what I'm doing in Familiar.) But having a place where he finally feels comfortable being himself and having people he can relate to? Priceless.

his new gremlin little sister

Can you imagine how awesome Danny is going to feel when it finally clicks that he's not the youngest child anymore? That he's a "big brother"? I think he'd be over the moon. (Mostly. I've heard stories of little sisters.)

an honest day's mad science

ALSKDJHFLAKJSHDFLAKJSDHF Vlad inadvertently switching on Danny's dormant mad scientist gene by demonstrating how to Science Correctly while observing proper safety protocol and making it look really fun and cool—something his parents always wanted but never managed to do—is delicious. Two helpings, please. Heap it on 🍽

[bellobambino]

BECSPK

A Luigi Mangione Fic

748w

Summary: Luigi risks it all for some real fucking food.

Author's Note: yeahcanigetuhhhhhh -- lulu is hiding, planning, plotting.

November 27, 2024. Paterson, NJ

I'm cracking open yet another can of Chef Boyardee, staring at the contents. This looks like worms. And this was the most appealing option. Hunger recently has morphed into a strange dull ache and fatigue that i don’t even associate with food anymore.

I opened the cabinet where I stored the cornucopia of sadness. A whole lineup of despair in aluminum. Corn. Green Beans. Spam. Baby mushrooms. There's only so many vienna sausages a guy can eat before he ends up on the news. Squatting there, holding open the cabinet, I caught sight of my wrists. Thin. Weirdly thin. I'm starting to not recognize my own body. My usually bronzed and built, gym bro body.

And it pissed me off. I slammed the cabinet so hard it left a brief ringing in my ears. I took up my pacing route through the apartment, fists clenched. My head was swimming, and my vision was vibrating with my sudden rage. Or maybe it's the hunger. Probably both. I rubbed my eyes hard with my fists, then scratched my scalp with my fingernails just to break myself out of my sudden insanity.

Executive decision: I need to get some real food. Something made by a human being that’s warm and wasn’t sitting in a can since the Obama administration. I didn’t give a rats ass about being ‘missing’. I’m about to risk it all for a bacon, egg, and cheese.

I threw on a hoodie and jeans, grabbed twenty bucks, and left before I could reconsider. I locked  the door and then triple-checked it because paranoia is free and I’ve got it in spades.The air outside is terribly cold, stabbing through my hoodie like needles, but I don’t care. The fresh air woke me up, and it was almost… nice. I hadn’t left this dump in months, and just being out felt like stepping into Disney World.

I could see the fluorescent lights of the B&G bodega spilling out onto the cracked sidewalk, a warm yellow glow was my light at the end of the tunnel..But when I finally got there and opened the door, the warmth and smell of grease and coffee hit me like a gift from God.

The guy behind the counter barely looked up when I ordered. “Bacon, egg, and cheese, salt, pepper, ketchup on a hard roll,” He nodded, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, then wiping that on his apron. Okay, gross, but i’d be dumb to say anything. 

While he worked the grill, I wandered. The shelves were stocked with the usual bodega mix: snacks, basic pantry items, cleaning supplies, and—wait, plants? There was a whole section dedicated to houseplants under grow lights. Why? Who knows. Maybe the owner was trying to class the place up a bit. Big job for a philodendron. 

That’s when I saw it. Nestled behind the plants, lounging like a little furry king, was a cat. A gray and white tabby, all curled up under the warmth of the grow lights. I swear it looked like something out of a Christmas card. I nearly gasped. I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached out and scratched its neck. And you know what? The little guy loved me. Started rubbing against my hand, purring like a motorboat. For a moment, I forgot about everything—my hunger, my situation, the cold. Just me and this cat. “You like that, huh?” I muttered, smiling for what felt like the first time in weeks.

The ding of the register snapped me out of it. My sandwich was ready. I left the cat reluctantly and walked back to the counter. The guy handed me the foil-wrapped masterpiece, sniffling. I paid, left a tip (because I was raised right), and headed back out into the cold.

Back on the futon in the apartment, I unwrapped the sandwich like it was my birthday. The smell hit me first—bacon, eggs, cheese, all hot and gooey and perfect. I took a bite, and—oh, my god. Chef’s kiss. I actually moaned, like a girl, but I just couldn’t blame me. It was the best thing I’d eaten in months. Probably the best thing I’d ever eaten, period.

For a few minutes, I wasn’t a stalker, or a guy losing himself in some rundown apartment in Paterson. I was just Lu, sitting on a futon, eating the most perfect bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich in the history of the whole world.