#fun with appliances

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[zu-is-here]

make teleshopping great again ♪

[petermorwood]

We had roast beef for Christmas dinner, along with - among other things - roasted potatoes, roasted carrots and roasted parsnips (if the oven is running, make use of it!) Very good they were, too.

Boxing Day was the usual grazing-on-leftovers, but next day, to break away from Variations On A Theme Of Roasting in E Minor, @dduane decided to do some frying instead, and made latkes.

I'm more familiar with hash browns and rösti, but I've had latkes before and enjoyed them a lot. This batch was excellent, so much so that I excused myself from the kitchen until she'd taken some photos, otherwise there'd have been nothing left to photograph... :->

"More-ish" doesn't even come close.

Her IBS meant she avoided the traditional apple compote accompaniment and went instead for sour cream - super-rich Lithuanian 40% in this instance - so the apples weren't missed.

The IBS also meant leaving out any onion, so these weren't as traditionally flavoured as the last time when IBS wasn't yet a problem, but when I suggested adding bacon lardons to the next batch instead, she rolled her eyes and muttered something about not getting that idea past even the most reformed of Reform rabbis *.

So, no.

Or at least not yet, because there are lots more potatoes and I'm not helpless in a kitchen...

*****

* I know the "Three Rabbis and the Hanukkah Bush" joke, and she knows I know, because she was there when I first heard it at a Discworld convention. This, much shortened, is how Professor Jack Cohen told it:

Q: "Rabbi, my kids' gentile friends all have Christmas trees. Would a Hanukkah Bush be okay?"

Orthodox rabbi: "No, certainly not!"

Conservative rabbi: "Just inside the house, and keep it small."

Reform rabbi: "Hanukkah? What's that...?"

*****

Something else which prompted comment, this time from me, was when using our Magimix (Cuisinart) to grate the potatoes. We've only got one grating disc (it came with the kit) and I wondered if its 2mm cut was too fine - no, it wasn't - so went looking for New Discs for Next Time.

That's when I discovered there'd been a design change. When we bought our processor back in the mists of time 30+ years ago, the cutting-grating disc that came with it, and all extra ones, were reversible doubles, like this:

It fits on the spindle one way up for slicing, the other way up for grating. Simple.

However, the modern discs AREN'T reversible, an idea no doubt put forward by some bright spark in Accounting...

...since now Magimix users need twice as many discs as they used to, and buying them costs twice as much as well.

(Sensible users also need twice as many boxes for safe storage, because these things are didn't-feel-it-happen sharp, and can easily exact Steel Fee from an unwary finger reaching for something else in the same drawer.)

On the bright side, we seldom need to grate / slice stuff in such large quantities that doing it by hand on mandoline or box grater is a serious chore, and doubtless the redesign has some sound mechanical reason behind it.

Despite that I can also hear the distant ka-ching of the corporate cash register, making this whole thing rather (cough) grating...

:-P

[tamara-kama]

This also includes most home arcades.. from what I know they tend to run either on Armbian Linux or Android

[idkwhyyouaskingm3-blog]

We are the hilltop. It is me and I am it and we are. We are…

[acoustic-crayons]

"Why, someone is getting tired of my cooking,"

If y'all like good John Dory angst with some HickDory side severing, you should read AhkiKris's fic Guilty As Sin?

This particular drawling is based on the chapter 18 cooking scene!

[below the cut for a bonus yandere joke pic]

"They're probably wondering where you are. If Branch and I weren't on okay terms, he'd probably think I kidnapped you."

This is what happens when you make jokes about kidnaping and yanderes in the comments with the author lol

BTW They don't have tails or anything in fic so the actual ficart reflects that. This silly extra piece on the other hand is free game lol

[pinchofdecor]

Get more ideas: www.pinchofdecoration.com

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #152

Every year around the holidays, a "bug war" breaks out in the Parker-Stark households 

Not bugs as in creepy crawlies. Technology bugs. Surveillance.

Tony and Peter are both determined to figure out what the other wants for the holidays 

The two are on surprisingly even ground: Peter's spider-sense doesn't consider this a threat, and FRIDAY won't snitch. They both have to find any "bugs" the old fashioned way.

Bonus:

Soon enough the whole Ironfam is wrapped up in it. November and December become a time of yearly paranoia, everyone watching what they say and "checking for bugs." 

Even Peter's friends discover tiny bugs on them. When Ned first learns the itty bitty robot behind his coat button is from Tony Stark trying to find out what he wants for Christmas he faints on the spot

Bonus 2, Crack Taken Seriously Boogaloo:

For a bit of drama: it's all fun and games until one year Peter gets kidnapped. The situation is bad. They only find him in time thanks to one of the "holiday bugs" Tony recently snuck on

[toytulini]

victorian style haunted house that has dysphoria about not being an open concept minimalist hellhole, before we even have those, so it doesnt know why it just feels sooo miserable and has to lash out at everyone inside it, so its wretched and haunted the whole time, until its finally bought by a house flipper in the 2020s who knows JUST how to fix it

[petpetpinixy]

make a egg

[trivialbob]

My bedside alarm clock is a Philips Wake-up Light. The large face is a variable brightness light. It can be set to turn on with the alarm, at a very dim level, then get progressively brighter over several minutes. I've even used it with no alarm sound to wake me up. That was a surprisingly gentle and pleasant "alarm."

The light can do the same thing when I get ready for bed--go from bright to off, over a time of up to 20 minutes.

Last week I turned on the radio. When I was done, I tried to turn off the sound. The device was frozen. Unplugging was the only way to silence it.

After plugging it back in, the thing was completely dead. No light, no sound, no clock.

The manual didn't have any useful suggestions. (Yeah, I hang on to user manuals as long as I own something.)

A YouTube video showed a guy with the same problem. He opened the unit and did a bunch of stuff, with tools and some sensor, that I didn't have the patience to watch.

A Reddit user experiencing the dead device issue said to unplug the thing--and leave it unplugged for several days.

I left mine unplugged for a few hours. Then I impatiently plugged it in, expecting success.

No success.

As I considered throwing it away, because it's pretty old, I decided I could leave it unplugged for several days. I have a phone and a watch to tell time anyway.

This morning I plugged it in after waiting three days.

It works perfectly.

[simbleleven]

hide away.

Somehow, it never occurred to me to take off that paper bag – like, why was I so surprised he actually had a face under there. Had no idea what exactly I was trying to achieve with this edit, so...[jazz hands].

[dawnleaf37]

in honor of the tpot short with the failed debuters (assumedly) being announced soon heres my tierlist of all the tpot debuters most favorite to least

tags for longer opinions :3

[stillmadaboutpetra]

weve all heard of favorite stovetop burner, but what about favorite vacuum attachment

[whyeverr]

Octavia's excited to start her day, happy to wake up and get going even on toddler time! But—

[broken appliances sizzling in the acid rain]

Rain? Today, of all days?

[miralines]

Marius

*cue fire elmo*

One Marius coming up!

*****

“Well, Mr. Scorch, this has been *very* illuminating. I’ll have to run some tests, but I believe you suffer from a debilitating case of Seasonal Affective Disorder.”

Mr. Scorch says nothing. Marius pats it gently, reassuring.

“Now, I know this must be a shock, but it explains your symptoms perfectly, and the good news is that most cases respond well to–”

“Why are you talking to the toaster?” Tim asks from behind him. Marius jumps up, hiding his notes behind his back.

“Aha, Tim! You should have knocked! Confidentiality and all–”

Tim groans. “I’m telling Ashes you’re diagnosing the appliances again.” He turns and walks out of the kitchen.

“Wait! No! They’ll take my cooking privileges again!” You prescribe a microwave a bottle of spLexapro one time… how was he to know it would explode?

Tim breaks into a run, and Marius sprints off after him, his patient forgotten.