#ham loaf dinner

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

Nothing better for the Hair Bears than tradition

And more specifically, culinary tradition. As in the Hamline Church Dining Hsll, as in their ham loaf dinner even ... which our own little party decided to sample for ourselves. Especially Huckleberry Hound, my travelling compadre, and the Southern ursine romantics of Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee. And who couldn't resist as much the ham loaf (with rather treacly sweet sauce topping same) as mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, ciabatta roll, bread pudding for dessert ... and iced tea as well?

Asked by yours truly what attracted the Hair Bear Bunch every fair to the ham loaf dinner, all Hair Bear could admit to was that "it was just out of curiosity a few years back ... and how else could it be resisted when all was said and done?"

As for Emmy Lou and Jenny Lee ... "I do have to admit that this is rather interesting, especially for a little ol' Southern gal like myself," Emmy Lou remarked. "Though it'd be interesting if they had those baking powder biscuits."

"You mean," Huckleberry asked, "like those used in the ham biscuits down south?"

"That's an interesting way of puttin' it there, Huckleberry!"

"Quite pleased to hear as much from you, Emmy Lou."

"And has anybody ever mentioned where my cousin Emmy Lou makes perhaps the best ham biscuits around?" chimed in Jenny Lee, with Emmy Lou acknowledging as much, adding that she prefers biscuit-cut ham. Call it a weakness, even after probably thr third or fourth substantial glass of iced tea ...

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As for the recipe for said ham loaf, should anybody be asking for it--

Preheat oven to 325° F/165° C/Gas Mark 3. Combine loaf and sauce ingredients separately:

FOR THE LOAF:

1½ lbs. each ground ham (NOT ground pork) and ground beef, chicken or turkey 3 cups dry breadcrumbs 1 medium onion, chopped ½ tsp. each salt, pepper, curry powder, ground sage and allspice 2 cups milk 3 eggs, slightly beaten, OR ¾ cup liquid egg

FOR THE SAUCE:

2 cups packed brown sugar ⅔ cup vinegar ¼ cup prepared mustard

Pack the loaf mixture into a large loaf pan; spoon half the sauce over the loaf. Bake for 90 minutes; drain grease from pan, spoon remaining sauce mixture over the loaf and bake 30-45 minutes more.

(Worth trying when fixing the sauce: Apple cider vinegar and, for the mustard, Dijon or Dusseldorf stylee. Stone ground, even....)

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[softspiderling]

picture of you in an invisible locket | j.v

summary:

“It is not my father who is against the match.”

“What?”

Jacaerys’ eyes widened in surprise at the implication, and you sighed quietly. You weren’t planning on telling him, knowing it would hurt his feelings greatly, but did you have any other choice?

“You say you have a deep affection for me, and then say that you’re against a match,” Jacaerys said, his brows knitted in confusion.

OR; loving jacaerys velayron means more than loving just him, something that you are painfully aware of

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x reader

warnings: none :)

word count: 2,5k

author's note: my first jacaerys fic! ngl it was super hard to jump from obx to hotd bc i wanted my writing to feel authentic to the fandom/show??? yeah obx and hotd could NOT be any more different tbf. i have a bunch of ideas for jace but if you want you can send me some requests! also tagging @zyafics and @sunderlust bc they've been encouraging me to write for jace ily guys. happy reading and pls leave some feedback/comments/nice words!!! <3

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The light of the torches were flickering as you walked down the hallway, your shoes clicking against the marble stones that lined the ground. It was nearly midnight and a lady of your rank shouldn’t be awake at this hour, much less out of her chambers by herself, roaming the halls.

But you were hungry.

You hadn’t had much to eat during dinner, trying to avoid him as much as possible, which is getting increasingly more difficult. Usually, he wasn’t so persistent, opting to stay close to your father during dinner, exchanging information about their culture, or drinking with your brother. Tonight, however, it seemed like he was on quest to find you whenever you were standing idly by, asking for a dance. And of course, you couldn’t decline for no reason, as it would appear rude or even slight, so you busied yourself with other - much less distracting - dance partners. By the time he was approached by one of your guards, inquiring about his training, and you saw your chance to sit down and eat in peace, the table had been cleared for the last course. While you did love cake, your hunger couldn’t be stilled by a mere dessert and you spent the remainder of the night famished, longing for some hearty food.

As if on cue, your stomach grumbled of hunger again, and you picked up the skirt of your night dress, hastening along to the kitchen. When you finally reached the stair case that led down to the kitchens, you hurried down the steps, letting yourself into the kitchen, the heavy wooden door swinging shut behind you.

The kitchen was dimly lit, and you headed to the pantry, searching for bread and butter and if you were lucky, some smoked ham. You were so focused on your search, you didn’t even notice another presence lingering in the doorway of the pantry.

You heart nearly stopped when you finally did see him, your gasp echoing in the empty kitchen.

“Prince Jacaerys!”

The crown prince of the Seven Realms was standing in front of you, arms behind his back and brows raised. You forced your heartbeat so calm down, hand still clutching your chest.

“You gave me a fright,” you said. “What are you doing here?”

“I have been waiting for your arrival. You took quite some time, I was certain you would be here an hour past.”

Your eyes narrowed in slits, growing wary at his words. “And how did you know that I would come to the kitchens at this hour? I do not make it a habit to skulk around the keep at night.”

Jacaerys chuckled dryly, his beautiful dark curls bouncing as he shook his head, as if in disbelief.

“Given how you occupied the dance floor with various dance partners earlier, I did not see you sit down for supper once. You were certain to still your hunger somewhere.”

So he did notice.

You acted nonchalant, turning away from him eyes searching shelves in the pantry.

“Searching for this?”

Jacaerys brought a loaf of bread from behind his back, wrapped in a cloth. Your eyes gleamed, taking a step forward to reach for it, nearly bumping into him as he took a step forward as well, breaching into your personal space. Your heart stopped, feeling his hot breath fanning on your cheeks and the prince’s lips tugged into a grin.

“Ah ah,” he tutted, moving the bread out of your reach. “You do not expect me to give this away without a price now, do you my lady?”

You took a moment’s pause, considering his words with caution.

“… What sort of price do you speak of?”

“How about…” Jacaerys begun. “A kiss?”

With a small breath, you faltered, looking up at him through your lashes, your shoulders slumping.

“Jace.”

“Ah, now we are back to Jace?”

Snatching the small piece of ham and the butter that sat in a small marble bell from the shelves, you walk back into the kitchen, knowing Jacaerys would follow you. Making a stop at the counter, you spread your findings on it, waiting until Jacaerys stopped next you, loaf of bread still in his hand.

“You have been avoiding me.”

“I have not.”

“You danced with every single man at your brother’s name day celebration except for me,” Jacaerys pointed out. You shrugged with your shoulders, an act you would never do in front of other people, but this was Jace.

“I was merely being a good host.”

“Don’t insult me, my lady. I saw your grimace when Lord Ren twirled you over the dance floor while stepping all over your feet with his barbaric dance moves.”

Seven hells, he got you there. You never were able to keep your real feelings hidden when it came to Lord Ren. He was just too insufferable. Pursing your lips, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. You were still a lady after all, you had some manners.

“Will you give me the bread when I admit you’re right?”

“I should not,” Jacaerys sniffed. “Because I know I am right, I do not need a confession. I just want to know your reasons.”

With a huff, you snatched the loaf of bread out of his hands, reaching for knife in the wooden block. You cut out several slices, maybe with more force than necessary.

“You know my reasons.”

Jacaery is quiet next to you and you dropped the knife on the counter, wrapping the rest of the loaf up again. You can still feel his gaze on you as you spread the butter on the bread slices, knowing he was waiting for you to elaborate, and after a few more moments, you broke, the knife clattering against the wooden surface.

“Jace, you know I… Have a deep affection for you.”

“As do I for you.”

The two of you both skirted around the big word, not quite bold enough to say it yet.

“I do not wish to give my father the expectation to marry me off to you.”

“I’m the crown prince, surely your father would not have any grievances against a match.”

“It is not my father who is against the match.”

“What?”

Jacaerys’ eyes widened in surprise at the implication, and you sighed quietly. You weren’t planning on telling him, knowing it would hurt his feelings greatly, but did you have any other choice?

“You say you have a deep affection for me, and then say that you’re against a match,” Jacaerys said, his brows knitted in confusion. “I don’t understand. Isn’t a match born out of affection and not duty what you have been wanting?”

“Jace, this is more complicated than me harboring any affections for you-” you started, but your words were cut shot by Jacaerys speaking your name.

“If it’s about leaving home, I promise King’s Landing is not as bad as it seems. And on dragonback, it is only a three day journey. When I first left, I got terribly homesick as well, but-“

“I do not wish to be Queen!” you exploded, falling into Jacaerys’ words and he took a step back at your outburst, surprise flickering over his face. You let out a long, deep, breath, hand clutching at your chest, calming yourself down.

The kitchen is eerily calm, neither of you spoke, the only sound is the fire crackling in the hearth. Your voice is quiet when you finally spoke again.

“I am the youngest child of my father, Jace. His only daughter. My oldest brother is betrothed and to be wed in less than a year’s time, the second oldest is courting his partner to be betrothed. I was not trained to rule, to have any responsibility or to represent my house. You are the crown prince, set to inherit the Iron Throne, to rule over seven kingdoms. Seven, Jace. How exactly do you expect me to fulfill the role of a Queen consort?”

Jacaerys’ mouth was parted, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say. Which you understood. You have never shared your feelings about his position as heir before, how you resented it a little for it was the only reason you couldn’t let yourself be matched with him.

“I’m not fit to be Queen.”

“I… Didn’t know that you felt this way,” he said, his voice tight. “I can’t shirk my duties.”

“And I am not asking you to,” you assured him. “I just can’t… Be the wife you need.”

“What if-”

“Jacaerys, please.”

Your voice was pleading, knowing discussing this any further was no use. You weren’t fit for a Queen. Jacaerys’ face shut down, and he put his mask up, before nodding, ever the understanding prince, much to your luck. “Of course. Whatever you wish for, my love.”

His love.

“I will see you on the morrow.”

Reaching for your hand, he grasped it gently with his, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, before stepping back, letting go of you. As he departed from the kitchen, you leaned against the counter, your breath shaky. You knew you hurt him, disappointed him, but this was so much bigger than the two of you.

You breathed out deeply, hoping the sorrow would leave, but it didn’t. Reaching for the bread, your appetite had gone, but leaving it would be wasting it, so you bit into your dinner. And as you ate, you couldn’t help but think that the bread tasted like ashes in your mouth.

The next few days, Jacaerys seemed to respect your wishes to keep his distance. You still saw him around the keep, occasionally walking with your father, mostly though you saw him accompanying your brother as they conversed quietly, but intently. You wondered what they were talking about. Whenever you saw him, you noticed that Jacaerys kept his gaze away from took, and you couldn’t help but feel saddened, even though this was what you asked him for in the first place.

You missed his company. Especially at night. Despite the fact that you had never crossed any lines, or did anything improper - spending the dark hours at the library talking, exchanging stories about your childhood, maybe coming very close to a kiss - you were still a maiden. Of course you spending time with him alone was unseemly, and your father would betroth you immediately would he find out. It might be better for you, that Jacaerys kept away.

It was the end of the week when you saw him again. You were sat in the dining hall, at another feast your father had called for. It was the night of the departure of the representatives of House Blackwood, though even if it weren’t, you didn’t doubt that there would still be a feast. Your father didn’t need an occasion celebrate.

Your demeanor was polite, bht curt, hoping that it would deter any lords from asking for a dance, but of course Lord Ren was keen on offering you his hand.

Giving him a polite smile, you let him lead you around the dance floor, already forming some sort of excuse in your head when someone stepped to you, offering you his hand.

It was Jacaerys.

“May I, Lord Ren?”

“Of course, my prince.”

Lord Ren bowed to Jacaerys and you bowed your head out of respect before Jacaery placed a hand on your waist, his other finding your hand. You couldn’t help but feel relief that Jacaerys had freed you from Lord Ren, but you tried to keep your composure.

“I thought we talked about this, Jacaerys,” you muttered out between gritted teeth, as to uphold the image of a happy lady, dancing with her guest.

“We have.”

Jacaerys replied easily, never missing a step as he spoke, despite keeping his eyes on you. Ever the perfect prince.

You turned away, not being able to hold his eyes on you, your stomach churning.

“I am sorry if I hurt your feelings, Jace,” you said quietly, not wanting anyone to overhear you talking to the crown prince in such a familiar way. “I wish things were different- That I was different.”

Jacaerys’ hand tightened on your waist, and he used that to pull you closer.

“I spoke to your father, and he gave his blessing for our betrothal.”

Your eyes widened at his words, as you hadn’t expected them, the shock evident on your face. You had told him about your fears of being Queen consort and he just disregarded them.

“What?”

“I know you’re afraid that you won’t be able to fulfill your duties as Queen, my Queen consort. My mother will teach you, I will be by your side. My mother is set to live a long life and by the time I will inherit the throne, you will be properly trained. And I swear on my life, you will make the best Queen consort the realm will ever see.”

Stunned, you blinked your eyes at him, as if this all was a dream. Never before had you experience someone being so stubborn to prove you of your own worth.

“It hurt me greatly when you told of your reluctance of our match, because I cannot fathom that you see yourself anything less than you are.”

As he spoke, Jacaerys kept his gaze ahead, but he finally he turned to look at you, his eyes softening.

“I will not force you. This is your choice. If you do not wish to marry me, you won’t have to. Just know that I believe in you and what you will be able to do as Queen consort.”

You were trying so hard to find the right words, your feet stopped working for a second and you stumbled, but Jacaerys was quick to tighten his grip around you, keeping you upright.

“I- don’t know what to say,” you admitted.

“Say yes?”

Jacaerys looked down at you, his eyes hopeful and you felt your resolve melt away, especially because it looked he had planned it down to the last detail.

“Yes, okay.”

Jacaerys smiled at you before turning to the side, giving a curt nod and that was all it took for your father thrust his jug into the air, the ale spilling over the rim.

“I am thrilled to announce that Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, heir to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen of the Seven Realms, has asked my daughter for her hand in marriage… And she has accepted!”

The raucuos cheers that followed after nearly deafened your ears and you hid your face in Jacaerys’ chest - an act of affection you allowed yourself now that the two of you were betrothed.

“This couldn’t wait until we were in closed chambers?” you whispered, pink tinging your cheeks. Jacaerys shook his head, lifting your hand to brush his lips over your knuckles.

“There’s no backing out of it now, my love.”

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author's note: thoughts?? :)

[marigold-hills]

The Black Wizard (Part 3)

PART ONE | PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART

There is a peculiar emptiness to the room. It goes beyond sparseness of furniture or lack of decoration - a stark contrast to the rest of the Castle, and what Remus observed to be a significant amount of clutter.

There is a bed here, a little chair and a little table looking out through a little window, but the air is strangely thin, as if it wasn’t really formed. As if the room isn’t sure what it is or where it is, or if it is at all.

Remus has the strangest feeling that it wasn’t anywhere - not before Sirius spoke of it. He’s heard of magic before - his very existence proof of the strange things in life - but to feel it touch his skin like the softest gust of wind is a sensation beyond his expectations. Beyond his understanding.

He has no belongings to put away, none bar the book hidden in his chest pocket. They had been sparse since his parents' house had been taken back by the township, but even the small box of things he had stashed in a forest outside of Hogsmead had to be left behind. He had no time to retrieve it, no strength to carry it with him, and he spares a moment to think of the old blanket his mum knitted that’s at the very bottom of the chest.

He’s not willing to part with the things he does have, the stolen wallets and the one ring he plucked off a drunk stately man’s finger. It’s a pretty thing, a green stone laid between a cradle of golden leaves. Too dainty for Remus’ own fingers, calloused and scarred as they are.

I’ll leave in the morning, he tells himself, settling on the bed still dressed in his outdoor clothes - ready to flee in the night. Keep going North and find another town to live in. Get away from here with an intact heart. 

And he means it, too. 

Remus never was any good at predicting how things would unfold.

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He tries to sneak out in the morning, but the fire spots him first - a creaky floorboard gives him away. 

“Sirius left you tea and sandwiches on the hearth,” he says with his voice like kindling.

And indeed, there it is - a pot of tea, still hot, the air around it shimmering with some kind of magic Remus can taste but not feel (peppermint, cloves). A plate with a small loaf of breath, stuffed to fullness with crumbly cheese and honeyed ham. And next to it…

“The cake’s for you as well.”

It’s the kind of indulgence Remus only got to taste once: his seventh Candlemass, when his parents were still alive. His dad with a particularly lucky streak in hunting, his mum commissioned to make a dress for a lady with more money than sense. It was a good few months for them, and one lazy afternoon Remus watched his mum mix flour and eggs with an extravagant amount of melted chocolate.

It was the best thing he’d ever tried.

This cake? It lacks the love he saw in his mum’s, but it’s luxurious: dark chocolate sponge, roses of icing, a golden dusting of sugar over the top.

A bit awkwardly, Remus manoeuvres both the plates and the teapot into his hands, heads to the dinner table and pulls a chair out with his foot.

There are books stacked high on it, and spread all across the table, too. Remus pushes them away with an elbow to make space for his plates and tea, then picks up the stack from the chair and puts it to the side.

“Your name is James, yes?” He asks the fire, looking around the room for clean cutlery and a mug. There is a little kitchen counter set into an alcove, a cabinet filled with plates and bowls, a wide sink with a window over it, strangely coloured water sloshing happily as if it was just disturbed.

“That’s me,” the fire responds. The tips of it are reddish-brown and wild, like messy hair. “Oh, there aren’t any mugs,” he reads into Remus’ wonderings. “Sirius had some mishaps with a spell and they all exploded. Quite marvellous a sight it was.”

Remus looks at his pot of tea and mourns it: it smells like heady divinity, something rich and fruity and spiced. He’s not had a warm cup of tea in a few years.

It’s that thought that pushes him to grab a small bowl instead. He fills it with the tea, holding it with both hands. The heat comes through the porcelain and touches his fingers. That, too is a surprise. Remus has been living by himself, getting by on the streets of Hogsmead, for so many years that he’s forgotten the feeling of a warm plate. 

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[kraniumet]

my bread taxonomy

burgare: almost anything hot served in a hamburger bun (very soft wheat bread bun with or without sesame seads. also includes brioche, potato and cornflour buns)

sandwich: word that has not been fully assimilated into the swedish language. mostly used for the icecream variety

club sandwich: a club sandwich

macka/smörgås: "open face" sandwich, the most typical and popular bread dish. generally some kind of pre-sliced formbread or loaf, but tekakor are also included. umbrella term.

dubbelmacka: what english speakers would generally call a sandwich. if you used a hamburger bun for this people would think you were insane

toast: either a macka of the "toast" variety toasted in a toaster or; a grilled or panini pressed dubbelmacka (generally of the "toast" bread variety, though not strictly. depending on the bread it might also be called panini)

varm macka: grilled or panini-pressed dubbelmacka or; an oven toasted macka

fattiga riddare ("poor knights"): french toast

fralla/småfranska ("small french"): dinner roll/bun, typically a "french style" white bread, but can also be of a sourdough/chiabatta/wholewheat/etc variety. crucially nowhere near as soft as a hamburger bun. generally eaten in a "doublemacka" fashion, though openface variations aren't unheard of. a typical style of fralla you will be able to find at most cafes and kiosks is a cheese+(ham)+lettuce+tomato+cucumber fralla, usually called "ostfralla" (cheese fralla). this kind of bread can be used as a hamburger bun but i'd say that combo would not always be called a burger.

vetebulle/slät bulle (wheat bun/smooth bun): soft round wheat bread bun. generally the same kind of bread as is used for a hamburger bun, altough it can also be sweetened and flavoured with cardamom. a little bit old-fashioned if served on its own. the foundation of the semla pastry.

tekaka ("tea cake"): soft flat wheat bread bun. ingredience proportions differ from vetebulle. can be used as hamburger bun in a time of need.

[spaciousreasoning]

Checking in with Family

Every time I woke up during the night it was raining. We sleep right under a window, so the sound is always quite clear. There were occasional sprinkles here and there throughout the day, but no serious rain. The low this morning was 45 degrees, and the day’s high got to 57.

My blood sugar was 166, not bad at all for having a pasta dinner after 8 p.m. last night.

After our coffee and brain games, we showered and dressed and took off for Creswell Bakery. After, of course, stopping for a mocha at Old Crow. At the bakery we picked up a loaf of sourdough—free, since we had filled up our bread card—and got chipotle ham brioche sandwiches, which we sat and ate in the car.

Once we were done, we took OR 99 south to Cottage Grove. It was a nice alternate way to get there without having to put up with the traffic on I-5. Nancy wanted to check in with her siblings, Robin and Joan, to let them know we were on the way down. She talked with Robin to let him know we were coming down, but Joan did not pick up, and her voice messages were full.

We went by Joan’s senior living residence, but her car wasn’t around. Robin said she had left his place and was headed back to hers, but after twenty minutes or so we headed over to Robin’s and visited with him for a while, catching up with him and his dog, Jocko.

We stopped by Joan’s place once again, figuring she might have made it home, but there was no sign of her car and she still wasn’t picking up her phone. So we headed out of town on the Cottage Grove Lorane Road, following it until we turned on Territorial Highway, which took us by King Estate Winery. It is closed on Monday and Tuesday, otherwise we would have stopped to get another nice bottle of pinot gris for Nancy.

Farther along, we turned onto Lorane Highway, which took us back into the south side of Eugene via Bailey Hill Road. We made our way to Costco, where we filled up the tank again—still $3.49 per gallon—then stopped at Albertsons in Springfield to get some ingredients for lunch tomorrow, when Robin and Joan will come up to visit.

Nancy worked out those details once we had gotten home. Joan had left her phone behind when she went out to run errands, which was why she was incommunicado for so long.

Today’s mail included my final check from St. Matthew in Tucson for the first quarter’s web work. I did notice that the site had not been updated for this past Sunday, but that’s not my job any longer. If they do need help, they can ask me.

I managed to get out for a walk without getting rained on. I left the house about 4:45 p.m. and put in 1.7 miles in just over 33 minutes, a total of 3,900 steps. When I got back, I did some more reading in “Lethal Prey” while Nancy enjoyed her glass of wine.

For dinner we warmed up the leftovers from last night’s dinner at Pastini. They were every bit as good as they were when we first tasted them.

Then we did our streaming for the evening, beginning with the final episode of “Blackshore,” which ended in a nerve-wracking and surprising manner. Not completely satisfying, either, which might indicate a sequel will be forthcoming.

We followed with the next episode of “Dark Winds,” which did not do much to ease the tension in the living room. And we closed out the evening with the penultimate episode of the “Recipes for Love and Murder” series.

It looks like the rain will begin tomorrow before noon and continue through the day. The low tonight will be around 45 degrees, and the high tomorrow will be about 54. Other than having the family members in for lunch, there is nothing else on our schedule. I am considering skipping the men’s recovery meeting tomorrow for another local meeting I have never attended. Just out of curiosity.

[mindarae24]

October 15…..we got up at the crack of dawn to do our 1st hike of 3 we were doing today on Cradle Mountain. They weren’t strenuous and we hiked for about a total of 3 hrs. Beautiful country. After checking out the gift shop where I did buy a long sleeved T with a hood, we drove to the town of Sheffield, known for its murals. We had an OK lunch and walked around town. I had a sausage roll which was more like meat loaf in a puff pastry. I had to ask for ketchup & mustard! Charlie had a ham & cheese “pastie” which was just a grilled ham & cheese. We got back on the road and stopped at a family owned cheese makers shop. I tasted a couple of their cheeses but didn’t buy anything because cheese is not something I should eat right now! Hit the road again and got to our hotel, Best Western Plus, at about 3:30. Blake took us on a little walk about town and then Charlie and I left them and went for dinner. We ended up at a “Chipotle “ like place. While I’m writing this I’m eating Jelly Belly’s and one of my crowns popped off!!!! Oh well….. 😘😘😘😘😘

[ohsoulymoons]

Scott + Duncan + Courtney + Geoff + Brody + Bridgette + Gwen + Dj + Leshawna Sandwiches

One early afternoon came to find her two boyfriend Scott and Duncan being children again...

Brody was wearing loaf of bread somehow on his whole face like a mask so was Geoff.

Scott face was covered in ham so much ham like mask.

Gwen was lettuce from what she can tell and see from Dj's face he was tomatoes?!

Bridgette was just there filming their nonsense like always along with Leshawna.

Duncan had Swiss cheese all over his face...

You see the place she's leading you in.

Well at least they made an early dinner and thought it be fun time for such things like making sandwiches with their faces like children.

They wanted to feel the sandwiches said Geoff. As Brody snorts saying Yeah, right!

After friendly conversation and playfully fights.

Courtney found out they had a debate if anything can be a facial mask if you really wanted to and tried hard enough!

[pathologising]

i told gf i wanted peasant dinner tonight (rotisserie chicken, block of cheese, loaf of bread) and she convinced me to have shark cochie board instead :) we got ham, salami, 2 soft cheeses and some fresh bread dipped in butter. it was yummy!! but now im wanting banana muffin from your post x_x

I still have my banana muffin I forgot to eat it :( so I will eat it today for brekkie yummmm

[sohannabarberaesque]

Postcards from Snagglepuss (Minnesota State Fair edition)

So what's the interest in ham loaf all of a sudden?!

This evening's particular stop for Huck and I: The Hamline Church Dining Hall, a Minnesota State Fair staple going back to 1894 ... and serving rather tasty ham loaf dinners since at least the 1930's, itself something of a State Fair culinary legend.

Which, as it happens, has attracted especially such close chums as the Hair Bear Bunch (Hair, Square and Bubi) as much as walkabout and wondering if many a Minnesota State Fair visitor will recognise them after quite awhile off the air. Though this time, they've pretty much wrapped their summer road trip tradition of being part and parcel of bear mating season up in the North Woods.

"Yeah," Square Bear remarked in that rather rich voice of his, "what could come more relaxing and more stress relieving to us bears when summer comes around?"

"Of course, Snag and Huck, mating does play quite a part of our mating season road trip," Hair Bear was quick to add over bites of mashed potatoes and brown gravy. "Could anything be more refreshing, setting aside the mating component obviously, than some swimming and diving in the morning following quite an overnight's orgy?"

I couldn't help but be stunned (howbeit moderately) at the Hair Bears having some swimming and diving skill themselves; "I assume," Huck was quick to note, "such must come naturally to a bear."

Bubi, ever the excitable, over-the-top one, was quick to note where "just the sheer excitement of getting cooler and cooler in the early morning, just diving with nothing on but yourself, just feeling all the more interesting between the legs for some reason--" (Whereupon Square, sensing Bubi was probably going a little too over-the-top, went into that routine of shutting Bubi up with his forepaw, and asking Hair Bear "What exactly was Bubi just saying now?")

Certainly bringing a laugh there.

And not that far off--at the next table across the way, even--was Top Cat's clowder also tucking into ham loaf dinner themselves.

"So," Huckleberry Hound asked, "who recommended the ham loaf dinner here to your crew?"

To which TC remarked, "I have to acknowledge where, having trampled our hind paws quite the bit across the Fairgrounds all day, and enjoying quite our fill of corn dogs, the notion was bound to come along for some worthwhile, decent old-school home cooking as the highlight of our day at the Fair!"

Brain, the somewhat dopey one of the clowder, pointed out that "it's not often you can still get decent home cooking in the midst of cookie-cutter predictability!"

"Brain's probably right," Choo-Choo, otherwise a master of witty charm and sophistication which is rivalled only by Fancy-Fancy, was quick to add. "Especially absent any girlie shows that I would have certainly found enjoyable!"

"Girlie shows, as you put them, Chooch, are well in the past here," TC responded; "besides, you have plenty of other interesting stuff to take in at a fair--like 4-H."

"Oh, most definitely the 4-H stuff!" Huckleberry Hound responded almost excitedly. "Putting paid to the notion of country youth not having much worthwhile to do anyway, to begin with ... in fact, my wife, Clementine, was assisting with setting up a 4-H canning demonstration just the other day, even offering some advice to a few of the participants about sealing the lids on properly and tightly to make sure the whole came out properly."

"I never knew that Clementine was your wife now after singing about her all this time," chimed in Benny the Ball, TC's top leftennant.

"Indeed she is, Benny," was how Huckleberry responded.

And what ham loaf there was!

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Now, for such of you curious as to the recipe for said ham loaf, 'tis:

Preheat oven to 325° F/160° C/Gas Mark 3. Combine loaf and sauce ingredients separately:

FOR THE LOAF: 1½ lbs. each ground ham (NOT ground pork) AND ground beef, chicken OR turkey 1 cup dry breadcrumbs 1 small onion, chopped ½ tsp. each salt, pepper, curry powder, ground sage and allspice 2 cups milk 3 eggs, slightly beaten, OR ¾ cup liquid egg

FOR THE SAUCE: 2 cups packed brown sugar ⅔ cup white vinegar ¼ cup prepared mustard

Pack the loaf mixture into a large baking pan, then spoon half the prepared sauce on top of the loaf. Bake for 90 minutes: drain grease to the extent feasable, spoon remaining sauce over the loaf, return to the oven and bake 30-45 minutes more.

(Oh, and one more thing: Those of you who have tried this receipt may want to leave behind some comment and let us all know how the experience turned out on your Hanna-Barbera-loving end.)

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[recipiess]

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[lookingjoligood]

Ham and Cheese Sliders

Yesterday I shared a recipe for Dr. Pepper and Pineapple Glazed Ham. Leftover ham doesn’t have to be boring! Transform it into a delicious appetizer or lite meal with these easy ham and cheese sliders. Perfect for parties or a quick weeknight dinner, these little bites of deliciousness will disappear fast! Ingredients: 1 loaf of slider rolls 1/2 pound sliced ham 1 cup shredded cheddar…

[nsomniacsdream]

Frozen garlic bread at walmart. 2.38

smoked chopped ham. 3.88 at walmart

For cheese, it's a personal preference, but I have to say swiss and ham compliment each other like they were made for each other, but any cheese that melts is great for this.

Prep the oven, i wanna say it's 400 degrees, get the garlic bread open. Lay out lets say 8 slices of smoked ham to cover the bottom half of the loaf. If you have sliced turkey, it goes really well with the flavors if you want to add it on top. On the top half of the loaf, lay out your cheese, enough to cover the loaf. Seperate the halfs, lay them on a baking sheet with at least an inch between them. Put on the middle rack for 10 minutes. You want the cheese to be completely melted. Slap the two halves together, and let rest for about 5 minutes. Slice into whatever sizes you want and serve. 5 dollar dinner, serves about 4 for me, 5 if you make the servings a little smaller.

[spaciousreasoning]

Spring Arrives

Today was the First Day of Spring. Felt a lot like the last couple of days of winter, though. The low this morning was just 41 degrees, and it only got up to 49 for the high. There was light rainfall during much of the day, occasionally getting a little heavier.

My blood sugar was higher again this morning, up to 184. Have to do better with my meals and get more exercise. Don’t want my A1C climbing back near 10 again!

After Nancy and I had our coffee and played the brain games, we had oatmeal for breakfast. Then I spent a little time updating the ABRS site for their “Exploring Arizona” monthly newsletter.

We started out on our day’s adventure by heading to Costco for gas again. The price was still $3.29 per gallon. Then we went across the street to to PetSmart for dry food and treats for the cats.

It was too close to breakfast for lunch, but Nancy suggested we could drive out to Veneta to Our Daily Bread for lunch. It was 1 p.m. by the time we got there, and it took another twenty minutes or so before our meal arrived. I got a ham and cheese sandwich with fries. Nancy had a BLT and coleslaw. Sadly, they have cut their hours to just Wednesday through Sunday, from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m., due to a staffing shortage.

Once lunch was done, we wandered our way south to Sweet Cheeks Winery, located on Briggs Hill Road, just off Territorial Highway. Nancy did some tasting and came away with two bottles of Pinot Gris. I would have gotten out to take some pictures, but the rain was continuous the whole time we were there. And the tasting room was quite busy during our visit.

From Sweet Cheeks we followed the back roads to Creswell and stopped by the bakery to get another loaf of sourdough bread. Then we came home.

I got to work again on the ABRS site until time for dinner, which consisted of leftover soup to go with my half a sandwich leftover from lunch today, plus potato chips. Nancy had leftover spaghetti and sauce from the other day. Dessert was brownies.

After dinner we got a fire going. The last time we tried we only had hard wood, and the fire never got going. We had previously bought another bundle of soft wood, so we started with it and finally enjoyed a roaring fire for a couple of hours.

Once the fire was burning nicely, we did our streaming, starting with the latest episode of “Reacher.” Next week’s is the final episode, and given tonight’s ending, we will probably see plenty of action to wrap things up. We followed that up with the first two episodes of “Ludwig,” a new comedy mystery from BBC starring David Mitchell—from “Upstart Crow” and other shows—as a puzzle expert who is called on to find his missing police detective twin brother by his brother’s wife. He pretends to be his brother while looking for clues and winds up using his puzzle-making skills to solve some actual murders.

I got a late text from Art, and he was unable to find me another ride out to the retreat for tomorrow, but I’m still not feeling completely recovered from my chest and head cold, so I told him “thanks” and said I hope to make it next year.

Tomorrow’s forecast shows 100 percent rain, though it only starts about 5 a.m. before continuing through the day, with a low temperature of just 44 degrees and another high of 49. We have an early start, getting Nancy to a bone scan appointment at 8:45 a.m., which means we’ll need to be up around 7 a.m. so we can have our coffee.

[rosavulpes]

Swiping left on his phone to prevent his morning alarm from going off and potentially disturbing either Belle or Guilmon , for as tempted as he was to lay his head back down on the arm of their couch and sleep in for just a few more minutes ? There was work that needed to be done , breakfast that needed to be cooked , and the Video Store was still set to open within a few hours .

The only way to make sure that he could get everything ready was by starting now , rather than later .

Yawning as he rose from the couch , his blanket would be laid over Guilmon instead . The red digimon still soundly asleep on the other end of the couch .

Switching the TV off before leaving the room , he'd head on upstairs to the bathroom . Going through his daily motions , and most importantly ? Fixing his bedhead before Belle could see that he'd become a partial Super Saiyan in his sleep with how messy it looked , but it was nothing that some shampoo , conditioner , and styling gel couldn't fix . Did he maybe use a bit of hers ? Maybe .

Heading on downstairs , the first agenda of the day ? Checking their inter-knot account while he started prepping the kitchen for breakfast . Opening up a nearby shelf window to make sure everything aired out properly . The sound , and sight of the rain outside now really making him wish he'd stayed asleep but , there'd be time to sleep later on .

Wrapping an apron around his waist , again , part of the benefit of being an early bird ? Belle would never see him wearing it .

Milk , eggs , some dry yeast , sugar , a pinch of salt and flour would soon become the basis of Belle's breakfast bread . Set aside to allow to rise once he'd sprinkled in some milk chocolate chips to suit Belle's tastes . The next dough , would be more suited to Guilmon's tastes , and even shaped like him too . Once all the dough had risen , Guilmon's would be rolled , cut , and kneaded into a rough shape made to resemble them . Stuffed with some ham and cheese slices to be more filling for them . Set to bake in the oven first as he turned his attention back to Belle's breakfast bread .

A square loaf pan lightly oiled to ensure it wouldn't stick as the dough was placed into the pan . Another light sprinkling of chocolate chips to decorate the top would be the final piece , slipped inside of the oven . Wise setting a timer on his phone to check back on it as another set of eggs was cracked on an oiled pan . Sunny side up for Belle , scrambled for Guilmon .

Despite the costs he'd paid for them before they lost their main account, the cooking classes he'd been taking at night with some extra help from online video tutorials had really helped to cut down on at least some of their costs now that they were starting over as supposed " new " proxy . There was still the matter of dealing with bills past , and present that would require budgeting but that was a problem for them to tackle later on together . Not now . Though a few ideas were already coming to mind on what they could do to bring in some more dennies at the end of each week .

Adding two strips of bacon to the pan to round out Belle's breakfast , once the eggs were finished and plated . His own breakfast , would consist of a peanut butter , and banana sandwich using some leftover bread from the other day that hadn't gone stale yet . It would keep him full for the majority of the day before it'd be time to start cooking lunch , and dinner for them .

With his timer going off , the breads would be taken out of the oven , treated with a bit of egg wash to ensure a golden crust formed on the tops of each one , they'd be placed back in for another fifteen minutes to finish rising as he focused more of his attention on their inter-knot profile to see what commissions were popping up . Some , not worth their attention due to the low pay . Others , he'd screenshot , sending the images to Belle's phone to see which one's she'd like for them to take on .

Taking out ethereals , locating missing supplies , nothing too crazy . Or at least , nothing like before ... the thought of which caused him to sigh softly to himself as he gazed out the window towards the rain soaking their car .

Hearing the sound of footsteps from upstairs once time had passed , and from their living room , he'd snap himself back to reality with a light shake of his head . Downing his breakfast quickly to ensure that Belle wouldn't scold him for skimping dennies for his own meals to ensure they could have theirs . Untying his cooking apron , and stuffing it inside of a drawer . Finishing in plating their breakfasts .

Coffee . He needed Coffee .

" G'morning sis . You sleep well ? Hope you're hungry "

@phaethonblue

[adultswim2021]

Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job #44: “Choices” | March 22, 2010 - 12:30AM | S05E04

Choices is another fairly mediocre episode of the show, but there are a few good moments in the weaker sketches, and there’s a couple of sketches I think are solid. Hey, let’s get into them now! Okay?

SKETCH #1 (COLD OPEN): Brules Rules. Steve Brule simply delivers some bad news that his aunt Joanne just died. It’s brief, and I like it.  

SKETCH #2: All Dolled Up. Barry Stem and Frank Slaten sit at a couple of makeup tables while being “dolled up” in ridiculous, nonsensical make-up. They have a straight-faced conversation about their pedigrees in show business, bragging about working on this show or that, lightly challenging each other’s legitimacy. They come off as insufferable blowhards, and at times they speak directly over one another to filibuster about their time on Manimal or whatever shows they said they worked on. This one’s slightly mean-spirited, but it’s very funny. 

I recall Tim showing this on Howie Mandell’s video podcast and saying that he vetted the footage with the guys involved, and that they had a good sense of humor about it. He revealed what I’ve always assumed; these were unguarded moments during the lead-up to a supposed scripted sketch, but was just a set-up to capture their dick-measuring contest on video.

To come lightly to their defense; the footage IS manipulated. If you look at the mirror you can see the one guy sitting quietly while the other guy talks, while his non-mirrored counterpart is flapping his gums, which means they combined different moments into one shot like George Lucas in the Star Wars prequels. 

SKETCH #3: DLH sings a song about being in love with an insect woman. This is more typical DLH stuff. I didn’t think this one was the worst, but DLH has probably worn out his welcome with most viewers at this point. Still, I liked when he answers his puppet’s question about his love life by tersely stating “I met a nice lady and it’s taken care of”. This one’s just okay, but it ain't no Salome.

SKETCH #4: Next up is H’amb, which starts out as a psycho-drama involving a man nearly driven to suicide after losing all of his money, which he learns on his handsome leather-bound landline telephone. His woes are owed entirely to him refusing to get a job (I can relate!). His family is waiting for him at dinner, and he angrily brandishes a gun when he thinks his wife has indecently purchased lamb for the family, despite their money woes. Turns out it’s Cinco H’amb, and this is just a tacky ad for the economical ham-based imitation lamb-loaf. This one features an elderly Karen Black, who has very irresponsibly mothered two young children at her advanced age. This one joins Dolled up as one of the solid bits on the episode. 

The wraparound is a mixed bag that I’d also describe as “mostly listless”. The plot is that Tim has written an incendiary tell-all about Eric that is completely fabricated. Eric is reasonably furious with Tim and makes a scene at his congratulatory party. Tim, realizing the follies of his ways, chases after Eric and, as a gesture of friendship, rips each page out of his own book to demonstrate that he’d rather keep his valuable friendship with Eric. 

I’d describe these scenes as the worst kind of wraparound: Tim & Eric are on autopilot and falling back on their usual bag of tricks. Random, unfocused silliness. One gets the feeling that they just did this in one or two takes and moved on, cynically writing off their audience of stoners as easily impressed simpletons. You ever make a movie with a camcorder (or a more modern device), and you cast your friend whose really funny, but he has no idea how to act so he just does funny business to crack up the people in the room and doesn't give a shit about how it's gonna look on video? It kinda feels like that, except our class clowns are running the show.

Not that I’m too upset about this; occasionally they happen to fall into a bit of business that makes me smile, and while their lack of care is a little insulting, I don’t tend to take it too personally. Tim’s line read of “I gotta put in some kinda trash” to Eric gets me. I guess I can’t stay too mad at these guys.

This one ends with Eric dramatically slicing and dicing Tim. He stabs him in the gut and creepily whispers to him: “I don’t forgive you!”. I do like this bit, but I couldn't help but feel like it would feel a little stronger if anything else they did before it was treated with care.