#i haven't eaten since the 14th

[spudcatwo]

god i am so hungry

[timetraveltasting]

TEMPLAR BOAR WITH CAMELINE SAUCE (14th c.)

This past Thursday, the Corpus Christi public holiday in my part of Germany, known here as Fronleichnam, gave me a little extra time to make another Tasting History dish: Templar Boar with Cameline Sauce. The diet, eating habits, and table manners of the Templars were governed by strict rules, including only eating meat three times a week (two meat meals on Sundays). This dish was one of those they would have eaten for one of their meat meals during the 14th century. The spices present in the sauce would have been accessible to them during the crusades, but Cameline Sauce did become a popular dish in much of medieval Europe eventually. This dish is based on two 14th century primary sources: Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel and Le Ménagier de Paris, a treatise written by an older man (as yet unnamed) to teach his 15-year-old bride how to run his household and please him, in every way (...yikes). The sauce, Cameline, is named as such due to the rich brown colour, which looks like the wool of a camel, also known as cameline. I chose to make this recipe next because I haven't made boar before, and the rich, silky, brown colour of the sauce made it look really tasty. See Max’s video on how to make it here or see the ingredients and process at the end of this post, sourced from his website.

My experience making it:

I made a couple changes to the modern recipe below. I used boar goulash pieces instead of tenderloin, because it was the only form of boar I could find at my grocery store. The white wine I used (and drank with dinner) was a dry Riesling from the Mosel Valley in Germany. The red wine was a Bordeaux Merlot. I used saffron powder instead of threads, and I did opt to add the optional tablespoon of red wine vinegar. the white bread I used was a classic French baguette.

I also made a couple changes to the method. Because I used French baguette, which has quite small slices, I hollowed out about half the baguette (since baguettes are mostly crust). I also simmered the sauce for much longer than Max says to, because it wasn't quite the thickness I was looking for. Otherwise, I followed Max's recipe exactly, probably to the detriment of my boar. Because I had used goulash pieces instead of tenderloin, I probably should have adjusted how I cooked the boar to accommodate these smaller pieces. Unfortunately, I didn't, and as a result, I was left with very chewy, dry boar. Basically, the sauce was the saving grace of the boar! I served the boar and Cameline sauce with some green peas, garlic bread, and a glass of the dry Riesling wine.

My experience tasting it:

I already knew I had ruined the texture of the boar, but I hoped that the sauce would help. I warned my husband. Luckily, the Cameline sauce did a lot of heavy-lifting to bring some moisture back to the board. The sauce turned out wonderfully - a beautiful, silky brown. Flavour-wise, it reminded me of a jus, but more heavily-spiced. I was worried the Cameline sauce would end up tasting sweet due to the brown sugar and several spices that are more often used in baking, but in fact, the spices were well balanced by the taste of the wine and vinegar. The sauce also went really nicely with the peas, and I imagine would also have tasted good with potatoes or other red meats. My husband and I dipped the garlic bread in it as well, which was really tasty. It went alright with the dry boar, but I would like to use the sauce with another, more tenderly-cooked meat. We had leftover Cameline sauce, so we will probably try that again tonight. If you end up making it, if you liked it, or if you changed anything from the original recipe, do let me know!

Links to harder-to-find ingredients:

Saffron

Templar Boar with Cameline Sauce original recipes (14th c.)

Sourced from Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel and Le Ménagier de Paris respectively.

“Sanglier: Fresh Wild Boar Venison. Cooked in wine and water and boiled again; eaten with Cameline Sauce.”

— Le Viandier de Taillevent, 14th century

“Cameline. Note that in Tournai, to make cameline they grind ginger, cinnamon, saffron, and half a nutmeg, moistened with wine then taken out of the mortar. Then grind in a mortar untoasted white breadcrumbs that have been soaked in cold water, moisten with wine and strain. Then boil everything and finish with brown sugar, and that makes winter cameline. In the summer, they do the same but it is not boiled at all. ”

— Le Ménagier de Paris, 14th century

Modern Recipe

Based on Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel, Le Ménagier de Paris, and Max Miller’s version in his Tasting History video.

Ingredients:

Boar tenderloin

Olive oil for searing

Equal parts wine and water for boiling

1 thick slice of white artisanal bread without crust

1 ¼ cups white wine

¼ cup red wine

1 tsp ginger

2 tsp cinnamon

½ tsp nutmeg

Pinch of saffron threads

2 tbsp brown sugar

Pinch of salt

1 tbsp red wine vinegar (optional)

Method:

De-crust the bread and break it into small pieces. Soak the bread in water for a few hours, then pour in the red wine for the sauce.

Heat olive oil in a pot then sear the boar on all sides.

Remove it from the pot and boil equal parts wine and water, then add the boar back in and boil, covered, for 10-15 minutes or until fully cooked. Then let it rest.

To make the sauce, mix the spices and white wine. Strain the bread/wine mixture from earlier into a saucepan, then press the bread through the strainer.

Add the spiced wine mixture and bring to a simmer. Let simmer for 15 minutes, or until half reduced, then add the sugar and salt, and if you want, a tablespoon of red wine vinegar. Simmer until thickened.

Slice the boar and pour the sauce over it. Optionally, serve with roasted chestnuts and wine.

[confessions-official]

i haven't eaten since june 10th and only yesterday on the 14th did i drink any water. i wish my mother would come in and geniunely ask me if i was okay and care for me. treat me like her child instead of her roommate she's forced to cook for

 

[jessybarnes]

Unexpected But Always Wanted

Fandom - Metallica

Chapter One: Unbelievable News

Ship - James Hetfield x Lars Ulrich

Rating - 18+ Only

Tags - MPREG!, angst, fluff, vomiting, crying, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count -  1k

Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly

A/N - This story will feature male pregnancy, or mpreg, if that's not your thing, then I will kindly ask that you keep scrolling :)

“Everyone has inside of them a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be, how much you can love, what you can accomplish, and what your potential is!” --Anne Frank

There was one thing James and Lars had wanted since they got together other than each other, and that was a child. That subject came up frequently, but neither of them knew when the right time was. Let alone the fact that both were male and couldn't conceive.

At least that's what they thought.

Before today they never dreamed they would be able to be parents without a surrogate or adoption, but with Metallica releasing a new album they didn't have time for all the paperwork and interviews. They agreed that they would wait until the time was right, but that wasn't right now. Fate had other plans for them though.

In the early hours of the morning on October 14th, James woke up feeling nauseous and dizzy. He stumbled to the bathroom feeling along the wall for support. Barely making it, he got sick until he had nothing left but dry heaves. Lars heard him and made his way into the bathroom rubbing his eyes sleepily. 

"James, what's wrong? Are you okay?" 

Lars looked concerned at James' appearance. He looked pale, clammy, and downright miserable. He wondered if it was something he ate, but upon recalling what they had eaten he realized that it couldn't have been the food. Lars ate the same things and he wasn't sick.

"Lars, I don't know... I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel terrible, but at the same time, I'm starving. Like I have never been this hungry. It's like I haven't eaten in a month. That's not the weirdest part...I want a BLT but with ketchup instead of mayo..." 

Lars scrunched his nose in disgust before offering James a glass of water from the sink. 

"James, don't be ridiculous. It's three in the morning and you want a BLT with ketchup? What are you pregnant or something?" 

James took small sips from the glass using what little strength he had to flip Lars the bird. 

"Fuck off man, don't joke about that shit. You know how bad I want us to have a baby. If I had a test to piss on I would take it just to see if they really work, ya know. I have always kinda wondered how those things can determine if women are pregnant or not." 

Lars rolled his eyes and turned to reach into the closet that was next to the shower. He began digging and moving stuff around while James watched in confusion. 

"Lars what the hell are you doing?" 

After practically climbing inside the closet he held something out to James. 

"Here, you wanna see if they work? Now's your chance." 

He stared wondrously at the little plastic package before looking back at his Dane. 

"Lars where did you... why do you... how...?" 

Lars chewed on his bottom lip considering his thought. 

"Well, before you and I got together, Connie and I were trying to have kids, and she kinda bought tests in bulk. That is left over from what she bought. Now, will you pee on the damn thing so we can get back to bed? I'm cold and wanna cuddle you." 

James smirked at Lars before tearing open the package with his teeth. He wouldn't admit it outside their home, but Lars loved cuddles, and he especially loved to be the little spoon. 

"Okay, but don't get your hopes up. Last time I checked I was a man, which was yesterday." 

Lars crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. 

"Very funny Hetfield, now will you pee already? It's like Antarctica in here." 

James loved when he got cranky. He always thought it was so cute. His little Danish spitfire. 

"Alright alright! Don't get your panties in a bunch." 

James removed the protective cap from the end and carefully aimed until he covered the end thoroughly. He placed the cap back on and set it on the counter before taking a seat on the toilet lid. 

"So how long do we have to wait to find out that I'm not pregnant?" 

Lars smoothed out the wrapper and mumbled to himself while looking for the directions. 

"Says here we wait about three minutes for the results to take place." 

The clock on the wall was the only thing making noise as they waited. James with his head in his hands to try and stifle his sudden case of vertigo, and Lars leaning against the door frame chewing on his nail. 

"That's it I can't take it anymore... It's been long enough!" 

James snatched the test and turned it over. 

"Well, what does it say? Tell me so we can go back to sleep." 

James furrowed his brows and handed it to Lars. 

"I don't know man, there are too many lines on this damn thing for me to tell. I'll never understand how women read these damn things." 

Lars was completely silent, staring wide-eyed at the test. He barely breathed, and his hands were shaking. 

"C'mon Lars, stop fuckin' with me. It may be early as fuck, but you still can't trick me. Even when I am dog ass tired." 

Lars looked at him with fear and shock before stumbling out a reply. 

"Jamie... I don't... it..."  

Lars' eyes filled with tears and James snapped his head up to his lover. He never called him Jamie unless something was wrong or he was scared. Not even when they were joking around. 

"Lars what does it say? Baby, c'mere what is it?" 

Lars pawed at the tears that escaped his eyes and collapsed to his knees in front of him. James engulfed his tiny figure into his arms, and his voice was even smaller as he whispered against his bare chest. 

"Jamie... it says you're pregnant..."

[olive-wines-thin-vines]

My new meds make me so nauseous but it's amazing cuz I haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning at 9am and it's currently 1:27pm the next day the anxiety and nausea aren't fun but it's ight as long as I'm skinnnyyy

Cw: 178.8

Gw by next Monday : 174.8lbs

Gw by Feb 1st : 168.6lbs

Gw by Feb 14th: 165.7lbs

Gw by March 1st : 158.8

Gw by March 17th : 154.6

Gw by April 1st : 151.7

Gw by April 28th: 145.6

Gw by May 9th : 139.8

Gw by May 23rd: 135.5

Gw by June 3rd : 131.2

Gw by June 17th : 127.3

Gw by July 1st : 125.6

Gw by July 18th : 122.3

Gw by July 31st : 116.2

Daily workout

10 minutes run

Or 20 min fast walk

30 bycicle crunches

25 squats

50 jumping jacks

15 Russian twists

Max cals per day 500

Max cals when fasting 250 liquid only

Water tea and no carbonated drinks

Because I will be fasting I can't exercise vigorously for too long or I will puke or pass out so I'm just gonna push myself till I almost do but don't

[motsimages]

This is kholodets!! And in English it seems to be called Aspic and, given that there are references of it in 14th Century France and from Arab poets, I am surprised that we don't have a Spanish version of it.

I have eaten it. Old Russian people seem to like it, but people younger than 50 don't seem to cook it anymore. The taste is not bad actually but the cognitive dissonance of eating cold soup in solid form was too weird for me to really enjoy it.

Because that's basically what it is, cold soup. I've seen people put it in toast, as you can easily slice it.

I haven't seen references of it, but from the looks of it and from this quote "The gelatin keeps out air and bacteria, keeping the cooked meat or other ingredients fresh for longer." I think it may be a winter shepherd/hunter kind of dish.

And since Tumblr seems to like recipes from histrionic loud men:

[aviswriting]

Genres

I ~would like to~ write a variety of stuff.

So far, my strongest ideas have been in the realm of historical fantasy. Here's a taste of what that looks like:

In 14th century Serbia, the country is on the edge of war or peace. Little do the people know, that ancient gods and divine beings hold the most sway on their nations fate. Morana, raised by an Orthodox Catholic monk, was the cause of great calamity. However, since she's been reincarnated, she knows not her own history. As she makes her way to godhood once more, she must decide how she will fight Dazbogh, the fire god who is set on war.

Locked in Hell, Gauvain, nephew of Arthur and renowned as a primary figure in Arthurian legend, organizes a coupe against the Dreamweaver, who's brought him and other figures of ancient myth to life as part of her army. Both the Weaver and men and women of mythos desire one thing: to escape Hell.

Those descriptions are super shoddy and I'll edit them later but yeah. I also like mystery and horror, though. I haven't written anything in the horror realm but I do have an idea for a mystery novel series (note: the tone of the series is meant to be more fun and humorous than the mystery really being the focal point). Here's an excerpt for The Curious Cases of Caddel:

Percy [middle name] Caddel is an extravagant millionaire born into his money. He's done it all - dined with world leaders, lived on a private island, eaten the finest food Western and Asian culture have to offer. Whatever you can think of, he's done; except... Solve mysteries. A fascination born out of boredom and desire for meaning, Percy takes various mystery adventures, leading his nonchalant and down-to-earth butler along for the ride.

Sooo yeah. I don't know where to put the Auvunaut story yet so that's why that's not here. I'd also like to dip my toes in the horror genre though I think I'll have to be a more mature writer before I can get to that point. :)) I hope this left you somewhat interested though and wanting to read a bit more of my stories.

[soon2bedaintyy]

Hey I'm not disaociated rn and I look so much skinnier since I've been on this vacay (since dec 14th)!!!! I haven't eaten much...hunger pains most of the time :) My face is so slim and my legs/hips are slimming down. My tummy is getting flatter. I am HAPPY

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hi Quil/Dira!!! It's been a hot minute since I sent an ask (Or even gone on tumblr) so sorry about that!

Anything of note happen recently? Got the tumblr polls yet? Got any vanilla extract

I've scrolled a little to figure out what I've been missing out on, but... What are the presentations???

Also I started school this week and!!! I am!!! Not sure how I feel!!! On one hand, boooooo, on the other, I really like my classes and teachers :( so I can't fully hate going to school :(

Also, what name do you prefer? I saw the post about how Dira was your og name that you changed because you felt you had to. You're right it's a really pretty name.

I hope you're doing alright, my good sir! Have a nice day(?)

-Heathen

Omg Heathen! Hello! I haven't seen you in forever welcome back! Congrats on not being stuck in this hellsite like I have been for the past five years :)

I do have tumblr polls! I don't have a lot to ask about though so I haven't used them much--though I do have a poll about whether sock seams or sleeves bunched inside other sleeves are worse at the moment. Also when I was adding vanilla to my oatmeal this morning I couldn't help thinking about. Vanilla Extract. I'm never going to escape it now.

As for the presentations, that's part of Roisin's Reading Rumble! Roisin (aka camelspit) found a study guide of questions for the first keeper book on Shannon's actual official website, and he started the rumble with it! Essentially, for about 2 weeks she posted one of the questions (we didn't do all of them, he omitted a few), and anyone who wanted to participate would reblog with their answer. Roisin, aka Professor Spit, would then grade them the next day and provide the next question.

It turned into a bit of a thing--in a good way. We all played into the bit. I got sent to Time Out and that was a whole thing for a day or two. We got invested in it, but of course not everyone has the time or focus to consistently answer the questions. So after a while it was mostly me and two other people (Ashton and Gail!), and Professor Spit started developing lore for the class. he kept hinting at horrible things happening to good students. About a curse. And then on the final day, she posted this lore. So that's essentially what the reading rumble is, which connects to the presentations because they are the final assignment of the Reading Rumble! Those of us who signed up create a presentation of some kind about a character we were assigned (I chose Ro), and the posting goes until the 14th! Whether we'll get eaten by the beast afterwards remains to be seen, but it's been a fun bit of like. almost an rpg-ish interaction with each other :)

Also oh no! School! I'm the same, I like learning and there are a few classmate's whose ideas I like hearing. But I don't enjoy physically going to school (very draining and time consuming) and I don't like homework. That's not counting my online classes, those I'm more okay with because I picked the courses. There is a fair bit of work though. And one of the classes is a bit of a disaster technologically, but oh well.

As for names, I don't really have a preference! I've been using Quil so consistently for so long that I usually default to it, and it's what most people solely know me as so. I don't expect many people to change or need them to. The Dira is mostly for my sake. But people are also welcome to use it! I've had the idea maybe I'd use it more in Spanish since it sounds better with the accent, and then Quil could be more for English, but I haven't really decided.

With names, people can basically just call me whatever they want! I'm not particular. Pick one of the two, switch between them, call me a nickname, pick a random name you want to call me, whatever! I'm very loose with names and labels and everything :)

And thank you! I am doing okay! I'm going to have to make an entire presentation on Monday (we've known about this for weeks I just haven't done it and I will not spend my weekend time on it) and then give it sometime after that, and I'm not looking forward to it. But I worked it out with my professor that I wouldn't have to give the second presentation this semester if I did this one (he knows I don't enjoy them, but does want my peers to benefit from me sharing). So it's. I'll get through it.

And it is day when I'm answering this! I hope you've been doing well, whatever you've been up to. And I hope you also have a nice day!