#cookable

[maythetrainconductor]

Awesome sauce!

same person, by the way

[pxrxmoore]

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[doctorguilty]

Ordering takeout because fuck it i barely ate yesterday due to the nausea and I don't wanna fuck myself over and contribute to more pain waiting until midnight to make a meal today. It was TERRIBLE last night

[carnivorousarcher]

if i had a nickel every time someone wanted to cook alastor, id have two nickels. which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice ?!

[gh0st-of-summer]

Planned an Arcane S2 premiere watch party for yesterday, moved it today because of various commitments. Friends proceeded to cancel on me two hours before we were due to meet, claiming it ‘wasn’t worth it if one of us wasn’t there’

Not feeling too great about it ngl

[torchiiko]

it is pleasantly chill tonight :) i also just finished a 4hr video of a playthru of a game abt eldritch horrors on an oil rig & maybe its just that 1 am aura but i am feeling Different

maybe im just tired & hungry& have a headache & also my wrist feels off bc i spent a ton oftime playing aclicker game. who knows

[kirinoha]

can you defend your actions to me

[linderosse]

9/10 Gorons agree that rocks are nutritious and part of a healthy, balanced diet.

Masterpost

MAJOR TOTK SPOILERS IN THIS ONE; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

(It’s been a while, and hopefully everyone who wanted to has already had the chance to play the game, but I’m gonna warn y’all and tag this as totk spoilers just in case.)

Info:

Daruk’s journal from BotW mentions Wild eating rocks. I believe the alt-timeline version of him does eat rocks in AoC, and rock-hard food is a cookable item made from ores in the wild era. Flora, of course, just looked at Daruk and politely declined when offered rocks. Smart.

Wheaton and Pita’s pastries and pies from Minish Cap have kinstones (small rocks) baked into them. When removed, the kinstones can be paired with other kinstones to make magical things happen. You’re definitely not supposed to eat them :).

Flora eats a rock in TotK. It all worked out in the end, but it certainly wasn’t a pleasant experience.

Man, I gotta finish coloring that other sketch of my updated post-TotK Flora and Wild designs… someday… 🥲

[evanox]

I don't know if anyone else would find this helpful but I keep running into storage problems and realized I need a List to help me remember which fish I should hoard for cooking and which I should leave to stink up Balor's cart. So I'm making myself a Cookable Fish List so I don't gotta keep going to the wiki

Salmon -> pan-fried salmon, horseradish salmon, salmon sashimi, sushi platter

Red snapper -> fish stew, pan-fried snapper, red snapper sushi

Tuna -> sushi platter, tuna sashimi, sesame tuna bowl

Smallmouth bass -> fish stew, fish skewers

Mackerel -> mackerel sashimi, sushi platter

Crab -> spicy crab sushi, crab cakes

Pike -> fish skewers

Sardine -> canned sardines

Squid -> dried squid

Trout -> smoked trout soup

Cod -> cod w/ thyme

Freshwater eel -> grilled eel rice bowl

Lobster -> lobster roll

King crab -> seafood snow pea noodles

Bonito -> seafood snow pea noodles

Herring -> seafood snow pea noodles

Perch -> perch risotto

Sea bream -> sea bream rice

Crayfish -> crayfish etouffee

Shrimp -> deluxe curry

Catfish -> breaded catfish

Bream

[thefandomsfervent]

Viktor x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 6) - Carmine Red

Longest one yet! A little more panic/PTSD mention, a lot more of Viktor being confused. Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom. Thank you for reading <3

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You had finished the drawing a couple hours ago. Jayce and Viktor didn't let you throw it away after, which you didn't intend to do. But Viktor heard you unclip it from the board and simply raised his brows at Jayce before leaning his head in your direction.

The tan man was at your station in a heartbeat. Before you could say anything, he gently pulled it from your hands and posted it to the wall with some pins. It reminded you of your first days at the Institute, when the peers you had made forced each other to show their work. Not out of maliciousness this time, but out of care. Or like a proud parent posting a drawing to the cupboard. It was silly either way.

You laughed before saying "if you don't let me spray fixative on it, the charcoal will rub off"

"Good thing this room has great ventilation." Is all Jayce said. He sat back down at his station and kept scribbling in his notebook. Him and Viktor had stopped fiddling with the crystals for today. Both of them pouring over textbooks and pages of notes.

You decided to leave early for dinner and take a walk to clear your head. Then you could come back focused. Despite calming yourself down, your leg still bounced with an undirected energy. It waved the papers loosely hanging off your table, it made your shoe tap against the tile, it made every sound overwhelming. You bid the boys a quick goodbye, “I’ll be back later,” and headed out. The two of them wave you off without looking up from their texts.

A cool breeze greets you when you step outside of the Academy. It’s a welcome feeling, it pulls the residual anxiety from your chest. You walk around the whole building twice, letting the heat peel off you into the evening air. By the time you’re back inside, the sun has sunk below the horizon. A comforting chill settled into your bones. Dinner sounded amazing, although you hadn’t really stocked up on any cookable foods this week. A sandwich? 

It’d have to do. 

You make a beeline for your pantry as soon as you’re in your room. The sandwich didn’t stand a chance. Poor thing. You thought about making a second one as you sat in a chair. Exhaustion runs deep in your body. The room you were provided with was much warmer than the refreshing air outside. Before you know it, you’re leaning back and closing your eyes. Darkness a balm on the headache you’ve been sporting since this afternoon. 

It isn’t a dreamless sleep that greets you. 

It’s that damned bridge. It’s enforcers. It’s spilled paint. Broken glass. A scream. A hand grabbing at your shoulder. Fire. Heat. Burning pain. Running. You were running. Reaching towards something. Almost there, you were almos- 

The gulp of air you take is loud. It’s dry and you’re coughing on nothing but your own drool. You were already standing. The chair was laying on its back behind you. Your neck was stiff and a shooting pain makes you wince when you turn for water. It’s a slow walk to the sink. One that has you collecting your breaths, your thoughts. “What time is it?” A clock on the wall tells you it’s late. Really late. They were expecting you back in the lab hours ago. You hadn’t really given them an exact time, but guilt climbs its way to the top of your mountainous feelings. It slides back down when you realize how thirsty you were. You’re chugging two glasses of water, one after another, barely breathing between gulps. 

You were okay, you weren’t there anymore. It was a dream. A bad one, but a dream. You could forget it and move on just like the rest of the world wanted to do. You didn’t want to think about it. You didn’t have to. There was work to do. 

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Jayce had left for bed a couple hours ago. They moved on from trying to stabilize the crystals to talk more about what they could accomplish with them. There was no point charging at the same problem over and over again expecting change. They “needed to let it sit and come back to it later”. Or that’s what Jayce said when they reached an impasse for the hundredth time that week. It bothered him. It bothered both of them. Since you left, the two of them had bounced ideas and theories off each other.  Filling post notes and papers with equations and editing each other’s. He looks at Jayce’s barely legible scribbles and smiles softly. It is comforting to know that they are in this together. 

He turns to face your empty table. You had been gone for a while. He was not worried, per se, but it was peculiar considering your moment earlier today. He looks at the drawing Jayce pinned to a wall. You had replicated that harsh line several times over, smaller branches splintering off of them. They radiated around the center. Instead of just ovals, rectangles, and thin lines in the center shaping a body, you had refined them. Added details. Jayce’s broad shoulders leading to a barely shaded vest. A dark tie. His hands frenetically move around in almost every iteration. “She’s certainly captured his energy.” He thinks to himself, quietly chuckling at the depiction. His eyes wander around the drawing until something catches his eye. He looks at the lab as you’ve drawn it. The background is much simpler, unshaded planes to represent the walls and tables, he thinks that if you had drawn it all in the same detail it would have been overwhelming. Details that he finds himself looking at again and again. 

You drew Viktor with the same effort as you had drawn Jayce. His hair swept up in tousled curls. “It was not that unkempt today�� was it?” He runs his hands through the dark chestnut locks. He fiddles with the handle on his cane, you had drawn that too. There were a few versions of him that didn’t have it, the ones where he was sitting, or leaning on Jayce. It is an odd feeling that sits in his stomach. When you painted him, would you painstakingly capture every detail on it? It should not bother him. He likes that you do not hide it. He doesn’t know what to do with that liking.  When this painting was displayed, and he stood next to his partner, would people see past it? He chooses to focus on that bitter question instead. It is an easier, more familiar feeling.  It doesn’t sit in his stomach, but his chest. A buzzing that irks him. Damn them if they do, damn them if they don’t. It did not matter. He was doing great things for himself, for Jayce. For Hextech. 

The huff that follows has more emotion to it than he would like to admit. Viktor turns away from the drawing, instead to your work space. Remnants of broken charcoal on your table and below it. You’d crushed it not just in your hand, but under your boots. He thinks back to that moment when you had stood. Like you had seen something when the crystal hadn’t agreed with their experiment. Not seen something, remembered something.  When you came back from the hallway he thought that was that. But while you were drawing he heard it. Your boot tapping on the tile and the way you had stopped several times during your process. He had seen you go at it for hours straight before, not stopping once. Yet you had paused several times over today. After Jayce had pinned your work to the wall, you had left rather quickly. You said you’d be back later. And it was late. 

It was late, and he should be working instead of wondering about you. So he stretches his arms out, flexing and unflexing his hands. He works for another 30 or 40 minutes when he hears the door open. The scrape of it on the floor pulling his head up from textbooks and notes. You walked in looking… tired. 

“You are back so soon?” The sarcasm in his question is not lost on you. You give a half-smile, not really reaching your eyes as you make your way to your chair.

“Lost track of time,” You look down at a crunch. Another piece of charcoal decimated under your boot. “I forget how messy this medium is, sorry.” You’re bending down to sweep it onto a piece of paper. He hums a reply but doesn’t look at you. “Is Jayce still around?” You’re scanning the lab, realizing he isn’t there. 

“It is late Ms. L/N.” He doesn’t use your first name yet. It has become habit to address you by your last. Again, you do not seem offended by it. This time it’s you who gives a wordless reply. You’re pulling out a sheet of glass. It clinks against your table and he looks at you. You’re bending behind your desk again, pulling out small jars of liquid, powders, and a jar of… bugs? Curiosity gets the better of him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m mixing paint.” You’re pulling out a mortar and pestle now, pouring some of the bugs into the bowl. They make a scratchy hollow sound. Dead bugs. Better than live ones he supposes, but interesting. He stands and makes his way over to you. You don’t look up when his cane taps along the tile, you don’t look up when he stands in front of you either.  You begin to crush them. At first they were brown. After a few pushes of the pestle, a red powder collects. 

“Paint?” He leans closer on the word. “From beetles?” 

“Not beetles, but close. These are female cochineal bugs. Parasitic from Shurima.” Expensive. You don’t say that part but he assumes. You’re handling them very carefully. “They make a beautiful purple-red, if you do it all right.” You’re grinding them down finely before pouring them into the water. You stir it with the edge of a pencil until it’s fully mixed. As mixed as dried bugs can be with water. You pour something white into it after, it turns it purple as you start mixing. At his raised brow say, “Sodium Carbonate. If I add heat to it, it’ll pull the acid out of the pigment.” Still mixing. “Can I borrow a burner?” You look tired. 

“You start all of this without your own?” He’s intrigued at your process, the question is playful. You hear the tone and this time the smile reaches your eyes. “Oh master scientist, please take pity on me.” Your voice is quiet, deadpan, but he plays along. 

“Since you are in such distress, how could I deny the plea.” He doesn’t grab it for you, you seem to have already known that they have one. He gestures to the lab behind you. You hand him the pencil and motion for him to keep stirring. He does. He stirs slowly and watches as you make your way across the lab and grab one. It is another odd feeling he can’t name. Watching you move around the lab with familiarity. What else did you take notice of here? This whole time he assumed that you were studying him and Jayce. He hadn’t realized you’d been taking it all in. You’re striking a match when you settle, lighting the coil. It comes to life and you take the glass from him. Your fingers were cold as they passed over his. You put the glass on the plate above the burner and lean back in your chair.  

“What now?”

“We wait, until it boils.” You grab something else, a filter, more powders, another glass. “Then I’ll filter it, mix it with some alum, boil it again,split some of it with something acidic to make purple, strain them again, and let them dry.“

“Do you mix all your paints?” You look up at him to respond. He tries to keep his focus on the now boiling mixture but a light catches in your eyes. The fire slowly licking around your irises. 

“Not all of them. But when I can, I do.” He swallows and that same look of observation you wore on that first day follows the bob in his throat. “It connects me to the process.” You look away and grab another small jar of powder. It was a bright pinky purple, almost empty save for what could have been a couple grams. “Eventually it’ll look like this before I mix it with binder. I needed to restock.” You gently dump the jar onto the glass plate you pulled out earlier. You’re grabbing something else when you glance at him again. “Thank you.” 

“For what?” He can’t hide the surprise in his voice.

“For listening.” You’re already focusing back on your mixing. Adding an oily substance to the plate and circling it over with some kind of glass tool. Even pressure, the grinding a satisfying sound. He doesn’t know what to say to that. So he just nods, unsurely, and goes back to his seat. This time the ambiance of the lab is made up of his scribbling and your tinkering. It goes on like this for about an hour. 

The bubbling of your mixture stops eventually. Loss of the sound pulls him from his work, he watches you pour it over a filter. Liquid starts dripping into the glass. You cross your arms on the table and lay your head down. He sees you shift in your chair a few times, your breathing moving your shoulders.

The clinking starts off fast but slows after a few minutes. And by the time the liquid fills the glass, no dripping at all, your breathing has evened out. Viktor keeps working. Reading a passage in one of the many books him and Jayce had checked out that week. 

“Every occurrence in Nature is preceded by other occurrences which are its causes, and succeeded by others which are its effects. The human mind is not satisfied with observing and studying any natural occurrence alone, but takes pleasure in connecting every natural fact with what has gone before it, and with what is to come after it. - J. Tyndall”. 

He marks the page.

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lol, so I loved the quote but the picture I found it on reallllly screams graphic design is my passion

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[cityof2morrow]

OFB Props: Signs 001 Mix

Published: 7-14-2024 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY 100 posters, tags, and area signs to organize sale items on your commercial lots. Customize poster images, infographics, and barcodes/currency labels. Labels are color-coded in Simlish and English to make sorting objects easier: COOK (white label/for cookables, ingredients), DRINK (red label/ for edible beverages), EAT (pink label/for edible foods), GROW (green label/ for harvestables), HEAL (orange label/for functional medicines, motive boosters), CRAFT (brown label/for craftables, ingredients), STOCK (yellow label/for stockable foods, supplies), USE (blue label/for all other functional items), VIEW (gray label/for deco only items), and ��other” (black and purple/barcode). These are general deco items, so you don’t have to sort by function/color unless you want to.

DETAILS Pets EP or higher. Cost: $3 | Environment: +1 | Buy > Deco > Wall Hangings/Sculptures (some signs don’t have to be placed on walls) You need my Poster Pack (Simmons, 2024) for all poster recolors. Sale Poster 7 (barcodes/currencies), and Ceiling Sign Info 4 (infographics) – are also REQUIRED. Recommended textures sizes for new recolors are 512x512 (poster graphics) and 512x128 (bar codes/currencies, infographics). Simlish text is ideal since images may be reversed on the back side of some objects, or slightly stretched. *Thumbnails for the BACK side of the posters may not generate accurately in the catalog (default game quirk). Make sure you can see the back side onscreen when recoloring. Finally, you’ll likely need “moveobjects on/off” and “snaptogrid on/off” cheats when placing some items.

ITEMS 11 ceiling signs (160-440 poly, poster images on signs 1-6 appear on back side). 11 standing signs (188-440 poly) 3 curved standing signs (548 poly) 10 wall signs (220-224 poly) 5 curved wall signs (874-876 poly) 3 curved/winged signs (1072 poly) 7 hanging signs (269 poly) 6 Instore Mini Billboards (4t2 conversion by NekoSayuri, 2018; EA; 116 poly) 5 Lil’ Business Chalkboards (4t2 conversion by itsnotdissimilar, 2016; EA; 128 poly) 7 framed posters (64 poly) 5 unframed posters (12 poly) 4 taped, unframed posters (108 poly) 3 unframed, wrinkled posters (18 poly) 3 wrinkled tags (34 poly) 3 smooth tags (155 poly, poster images appear reversed on back side) 3 info/barcode tags (4-60 poly) 6 easel signs (512 poly) 6 sales card on stands (card mesh by Cathee, 2008; 40 poly).

DOWNLOAD (choose one) from SFS | from MEGA *collection file included

COMPATIBILITY I recommend using Shift Everything (Lamare, 2022) or Object Freedom 1.02 (Fway, 2023) to enable floor-to-ceiling shiftability for all objects. This will also minimize shadow issues when shifting the signs. Some signs show a small gap between the frame and poster when viewed at close range. CREDITS Thanks: Sim Crafters, ChocolateCitySim. Sources: Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), EA/Maxis, Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik), Fonts (Gazifu, 2013; Ajaysims), Sims 3 (EA, 2009; 2012), Sims 4 (EA, 2014; 2020), Sims Mobile (EA, 2018), Supermarket Aisle Signs (Rockethorse, 2014), Synapticsims, Vector_Corp.

[tubes-the-ann]

Alright here’s my diagram so far:

The blue line is basically where we’re hypothetically filleting, and is 12.3 metres of a 19 metre total length.

I comparatively used this singular measurement to get the rest of this information and used it as a basis to measure that the thickness of his tail is 110cm across. Considering the 1:10 scale ratio if we were to skin it, this would be cut down to 99cm.

Then by measuring his wingspan I calculated it comparatively to the thickness of his spine which would need to be cut out. I took the average spine thickness from a uk study and then compared it to the average uk make wingspan to get these calculations, that his spine would be abt 14.8cm wide.

Then using the measurements for calculating a cylinder, the total volume of the fillets would be 37.9 cubic metres of meat, and the spine takes up 0.84 cubic metres of that. Taking that off leaves you with 37.06 cubic metres of meat if you somehow got it perfectly with no loss (which is impossible)

“But silver you forgot to account for all the ribs” yea well lots of dishes keep them in so too bad.

Anyway you’d need to also account for the width of the electric chainsaw you’d need just to cut it which would also lose a bit but I’m not gonna be super precise on that so let’s just round the whole thing down to 35 cubic metres.

Which essentially means each fillet would be 17.5 cubic metres worth of meat for you and your friends to cook (and this is just what’s between the blue lines)

No I will not be translating this into how much it would weigh. Use the rest of the tail to make soup. Find out how many meals you could make if you were to compare it to the average t-bone steak and divvy it up or smthn. But long story short if you were to cut it up, you could very easily make two 17.5 cubic metre fillets out of that bit sebastian’s tail

I don't think I've ever seen so many brain cells being put into such honor and silliness. Now we know about the maximum amount of cookable fillets on this thang. I say maximum because I still don't think he's as big(or long) as 19 meters and that image boggles my mind ever so much. But hey, more mutated slightly unethically sourced fish fillets for the people.

[icemunmun-spicy-scalpel]

Some Australian food - Meat Pies and Lammingtons!

Australian Meat Pies

Loved across Australia, these iconic savory pastries are delicious and comforting dish with a golden, flaky pastry crust and a flavorful meaty filling.

Meat Pies can be be made from the pastry maker and stove

Lamingtons

Classic Australian dessert consisting of sponge cake squares coated in a layer of chocolate icing and rolled in desiccated coconut. Often, they are split and filled with a layer of jam or cream

Lammingtons can be baked in the oven as well as made with the air fryer( I know...Ideally ..in my world all food should be cookable with the air fryer )

Public release - 18th June 2024

[risewriter]

ROTTMNT: Grafitti

Mikey stands in front of one of the sewer walls with spray paint in hand. Though, it's one of the few surfaces left he can release his creativity on. Painting near the lair is ''dangerous'' and ''could lead unwanted guests''.

Even when the box shelled turtle pleaded with ''I could draw arrows in the opposite direction?'' He got send away by both Splinter and Raphael. So, what he is about to make must be his best work yet.

Michael thinks and thinks, scratching the back of his head with his painted fingers.

''I already made a Raph, Donnie, April, me and even Splinter! Not to mention I drew Leo waaay too many times.'' With a sigh, Mikey plops on the concrete.

''Well, this isn't like you, Michael.''

A familiar snarky comment strikes Mikey from behind. The orange turtle's head turns.

''Donnie? What are you doing here?''

Donatello's eyes dart away. ''I'm just.. collecting samples for some.. friends.''

''Mhm, so, what you're actually sayin' is that you're collecting me, because there's only cookable things in the house and everyone is hungry.''

''Perhaps..'' Donnie then darts to the wall. ''Anywho, what are you creating this time? It's not like you to leave any surface empty for longer than 2 minutes.''

''I don't know.. I'm out of ideas.''

''Out of ideas? You? Never thought I'd see the day.'' Donnie smirks, but didn't get the backlash he usually gets from his little brother. ''Can't you just.. doodle anything on the wall?''

''No! It has to be meaningful! It's the last wall far enough from the lair to paint on..''

''Hm, I see.'' Glancing down at his depressed brother, Donnie takes hold of one of the spray cans. ''I don't have as much.. artistic skill as you do. However, doesn't meaning equal fun? Science equals meaning to me, so..'' He then hands the paint over to Mikey. ''Doesn't that mean that you can also just have fun?''

Michael's eyes light up as he takes the spray can in hand.

''I guess you're right!'' As the spark of joy returns to him, Mikey also hands Donnie a different spray can. ''And you know what would make this more fun? Doing graffiti together!''

Reluctantly, Donatello grabs the can. ''You do know I can't draw, let alone graffiti, right?''

''Doesn't matter! As long as we're having fun!'' Mikey pets his brother on the back.

Donnie cracks a little smile, using the red paint on the big canvas in front of him.

''Alright, but I'm making lots of explosions!''

Credit for idea to @lightningjo58 ! 🐢 🧡 💜

[cuppon]

TES Food::Hot Mudcrab Dip

The Elder Scrolls: The Official Cookbook

Hot Mudcrab Dip | 3/5

Let's face it—we've all been chased around by these pesky oversized crabs. Now you can take your revenge on those self-important crustaceans by mixing them into this tasty dip. They bring friends, so why shouldn't you feed them to yours?

★★★☆☆ | Taste: 3/5

Just like pea soup, I am incredibly picky when it comes to anything with real crab. It's something you can royally screw up and make overly greasy, or something you can make absolutely glorious. This was decent, but it did unfortunately suffer being more on the greasy side, likely because of the cheese

★★★★★ | Cooking Ease: 5/5

🥣 Single-pot cookable - you could just mix everything in the baking dish

⏱ Quick prep + cook time - baking by definition is never really quick, but we're not exactly roasting turkeys here either

🔪 Little prep: grating the cheese is the only real prep necessary. Otherwise, this is all assembly, baby; my *favorite*!

★☆☆☆☆ | Cost to Make: 1.5/5

I mean, this is all dairy and real crab, so it's not gonna be cheap. Cheese is cheap here in Europe, and there may be some places in the USA where dairy is reasonable, but in the many places I lived, that was definitely not the case ;(

Notes:

I have a few recipes made stockpiled, since it would be a while before the kitchen was properly setup to make anything here. In reality, I've only made 1 thing so far since moving, so I plan on getting through the other recipes first, before starting with the European ventures

[sinnerofwalpurgisnacht]

is that one you that's a multicrack rep edible. cookable at least. is she

This is not a cannibal cooking blog, Faust suggests not asking such things.

That might also get this blog removed... - Hong Luuuu :) 🔮

Ya just C.A.S. - M.R.

Oh, she's saying cut around the steel... uhh... Ryōshū I don't think you're allowed to... Miss Faust is this okay? Is Hong Lu right because I don't know? Should I delete this? - Sinclair 🌿