#longing for a bacon bap

[ming85]

Airport breakfast while waiting for the 7:30 Easyjet flight

(my simon snow tag and my art tag)

[starlightgarden21]

🩷Day seven🩷

@starlightgarden21

TW: ED, ANA, SH, RESTRICTIVE EATING PRO ANA

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Total calories: 778kcal

Did better today than I did yesterday, fasted for 20hrs then ate under 800kcal.

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Breakfast: 0kcal

Lunch: 459kcal - Bacon BAP

- Big bread cake: 266kcal

- 2 x Bacon rashers: 147kcal

- 1x cheese slice: 46kcal

Dinner: 320kcal - a piece of chocolate concrete

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Yes I know the foods aren’t great but I’m at my parents house and they’re tryna treat me because I’m never home 😭 still it was under 800 and I took our dog on a long walk. Didn’t track my steps though omg, stupid phone.

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[small-sinclair]

Cats of Ambrose

Part 1

Part 2

Bo-peep, Peep for short. She is a grey tiger kitty that chills with Bo everywhere. She follows him around while he’s under a car, working on a house, while he’s killing— she’s everywhere with him. While Bo sleeps, she curls on his chest and sleeps. Where she came from? Don’t know.

Pit. Lester found him in the roadkill pit. He’s white with grey stripes and have mixed green and brown eyes. He goes with Lester when he works.

Little Guy. He’s a little guy. So smol. A black kitty with big ears. Filled with love and rage. Loves on Lester and follows Vincent. Has been found sleeping in Bo’s hat and bed.

Ceiling. She fell through the fucking ceiling and landed on one of Bo’s victims. After he killed the person, he put the grey kitten in his jacket and walked home. She pops up in different and strange places. Once, she came out of a car engine and trotted out of the pool table.

Carpet. All three found this white and grey cat while they were picking out carpet at the store for the den. She followed them back to the truck and came home because Vincent fed her chicken nuggets. She hangs out in the House of Wax and catches mice.

Rover. He’s a little guy with wide yellow eyes. Just a small rusty orange cat. Vincent and Bo found him with another group of visitors and kept him. He hangs out with Vincent sometimes, but he disappears from time to time, but he always comes home.

Violence. A black cat with a white spots over his eyes, and he’s always ready to fight. Stolen money, tools, hearts, shoes— he’s a criminal. He hates everyone and everything, but will let Lester pet him before biting him. Has tried to kill Bo twice.

Nugget. As the name suggests, she looks like a McDon’s nugget. She’s funky looking but Bo doesn’t love her any less. She sits happily in the shop and greets visitors with a chirp, loafing in a box. She screams sometimes but whatever.

Seer the Blind. Lester found him limping on the side of the road. He took hime the fluffy tiger cat cared for him. He stays home in Lester’s house and has a happy life.

The next three are a bit sad. They were found tied in a bag, floating down the river while the boys were fishing/swimming before breakfast. Lester heard the meows and went after it. Bo killed a gator while Lester and Vincent got the cats away.

Toast. She is a calico cat with a missing ear (looks like someone cut it off). She’s scared most of the time but will be found with Vincent. Though scared, she sometimes let’s visitors pet her before running away. She has respiratory problems because of water damage.

Eggs. The fuzziest black cat to ever grace Ambrose. Lester named it that because the first thing he ate was eggs. Eggs is an essential part of the shop. He baps Lester’s nose when it’s time for food, reminding him to eat. He as a permanent limp and can’t walk for long, so he carries him when he can’t walk to the house.

Bacon. A orange and black kitten with a heart on his belly. Bo denies that it’s his cat, but Bacon is his cat. They had to take him to the vet and got his tail and back leg removed because of it being badly injured. Bacon hobbles when he moves, but has the cutest face when he’s laying on the floor or anywhere.

[who-is-shades]

raz dnd 41

long rest~ parsley apparently didnt notice senna when he got back xD cheesy bacon potato soup from zen thanks. teya is still pouting from getting punched. wheatley waves at her. senna is groggily sipping something and staring into the void.

parsley asks zen if it would kil him to make some bacon. "theres bacon in it!" everyone clowns on zen for only soup xD parsley is now in charge of cooking!

senna asks if parsley notices anything different xD "did you cut your hair?" senna just quietly nods and resumes sipping, then cleans her weapons and plays some shogi. parsley feeds rouge some soup! shes also sick of the soup XD

hes gonna feed her fingers?! bro no. "this is how it gets started." he makes mimicking hand motions and senna is just watching his hand very strongly. uh oh shes in playful cat mode. shes getting ready to pounce! HES DISTRACTED TACKLE! SP runs over and also starts bapping him as he hits senna xD

wheatley sits on his legs?! senna is fucking gnawing on his arm and wagging her tail xD wheatley waves over teya as a peace offering to harrass parsley XD he tells rouge to attack but she just sits there. teya gets her skeleton out and animates her to harrass parsley xD parsley grabs a bone and starts smacking senna with it. she grabs the bone and walks off with it and plays shogi.

teya collects the rest of her bones on the ground F. wheatley pats parsley on the head and gets up. he just keeps lying on the ground. wheatley goes to bug and join senna in shogi. she tries to wave android over for some game. declined F. no frens ;-;

camp backed, off we go! or not. parsley disassociates xD senna gives teya back the bone. wheatley keeps giving teya sad eye. before we can go a voice behind us says "HO THERE!" we see a person covered in full plate armor head to toe?

parsley has hand on sword immediately. "I seek the one named senna!" "Whats it to you?" wheatley stands in front of her protectively xD he claims to be a friend and seeks her aid. she peeks from behind him "may i help you wish something sir?"

she squints and slowly approaches him. its a lich! a flaming skull! THE GREAT PAPYRUS! he strikes an epic pose! senna screams and lifts him in the air! "Your alive!" "Yes but not quite!" parsleys asks teya why everyone they meet is dead? papyrus's god brought him back as a holy lich! 3 liches met so far lol.

senna puts him down, wags her tail, and introduces him as her brother in law. he says hes been tracking her down cause they need her help. senna stammers shes on a quest to save the world. "is it related to those robots ive seen lately?" the kingdom had been attacked! the followers of izaris and lady maria drove them out, then decided to stay and strange things have been happening. familiar things?

she drags him away from the group xD parsley immediately turns to the others and goes "ok wtf is wrong with those 2." teya fucking casts an illusion and hidden steps fuck.

senna asks how he even found her. he says he died of old age xD "and how is...your....brother..." oh hes fine spingledorf helped him xD just gives him new bodies! and how is cimbus? hes king now! refused to remarry awww. senna looks so fucking sad.

"Im sure whatever the issue is you dont especially need me for it." "But you'd understand it the most, it might involve 'them.' " senna gets pale and shaky. "haha no thats not possible, its been handled. why would you even consider that?" theres been some reoccuring instances. similiar tactics and actions. dont know who is doing this but they need her help and shes the most familiar.

senna says she cannot get involved in it, and that they can very easily handle it themselves and theres a reasonable explanation. teya has been relaying all of this back to the others. he says cimbus sent him specifically to get her, its that serious. can never hide from family!

she still turns him down and insists they can do it on their own. wheatley explains whats going on to the others. "Oh shit is it finally sennas turn?" thanks parsley xD hes losing it and thinks its a conspiracy, i mean- hes becoming self aware oh no. how are they all connected.

he says people have started to disappear and shes good at tracking down the Noble Ember. "not very noble if you ask me." senna clenches her fists hard and grabs him. "They are not here i dealt with it i ended it." parsley sees wheatley using message and reminds him to update them.

papyrus points out it has to be them. wheatley wails that the noble embers killed chell and he will cry. senna tells papyrus they lost enough time, and if somehow this is happening, lady maria can deal with it. they have to go save the world.

as senna tries to leave, papyrus says maria disappeared as well! senna whips around concerned. how when why?! in the chaos of the robot attack some cultists snuck in maybe. influence for them is growing, more missing cases coming up. sennas church goers have tried to help but its just dead ends.

Serkonos isnt far from the dragony area their going to, so should be easy! dragons, then serkonos! senna has to ask the others first. teya heads back swiftly to beat them xD

senna asks if after they get past the dragons they can visit her homeland to deal with some troubles. she points it out on the map and its pretty close to their path so its fine. and papyrus will join us! wheatley asks if he wants to spar! senna says they can wait for that they have a lot of ground to cover.

teya tries to steal his fucking name senna is so fucking pissed. senna asks papyrus about some people she knew. culius is the same as ever, the whorish assassin lol. parsley is like 'he has a haram?!' lol.

bern and ribbon? her clothes shop is still going, bern has been helping hunt down the assholes. they let bern go all loose, a full 25 feet! (magic ring keeps him normal sized) parsley is like wtf. "he just kept growing from what he told me."

senna shyly asks how frisk is doing. their an artificer! very smart! gathering all that scrap. "Does your brother know your...bringing me?" "Of course i told him!" hes been busy lately trying to run his merchant business. somehow lazy and hardworking.

senna suddenly shudders, realizing shes gonna have to deal with being queen when she gets back. get cimbus to revoke that. teya goes over to parsley and tries to find out why hes lost in thought. he glares at her xD reminding him we care about him so yeah were gonna bug him.

wheatley keeps trying to fish papyrus for info on frisk lol. parsley is talking shit in sylvain about papyrus wtf leave him alone. senna warns papyrus to stay away from cirmes. she also tells him about the hydra that attacked parsley and no one else remembers. now their making fun of her for being drunk and senile xD

senna tells him about fighting the eyeball lady in the feywilds. wheatley says she was familiar. "we also time traveled a bit, dont do that." teya and parsley are pissed lol. "i almost drowned again that was great." "sorry!" lol.

papyrus has been kicking lots of evil ass over the centuries lol. "How did he even become king?" parsley and teya dont fucking trust him wtf. sennas just happy to see him again and asks how he actually tracked them down. he just winks lol. she starts talking about some stuff from the past. parsley accidentally lore drops robogod lol.

senna asks if they want anything from her queenly powers before she surrenders the queen title. zen wants to meet culius's harem, senna says no xD wheatley says he just wants to spend as much time with everyone as possible. parsley wants a house. android doesnt want anything. teya has no idea and wheatley wants us to all live together awww.

[criminvls]

who: Olivia & Malo @malo-le-squer where: Somewhere between Covent Garden and Islington when: A Wednesday morning.

The early morning shifts were always the worst. It wasn't just that Olivia missed the warm comfort of her bed, but for some reason, those five-thirty a.m. starts always felt like the day would drag on without an ending in sight. Unlike the Saturday afternoon shift where they had a smaller window to clear up between shows. Those flew by. On the plus side, the traffic was light on her way to work, and when she left a few hours later at nine a.m the city was coming back to life. Her favourite place to stop for breakfast on her way back home was open. The small family-run cafe was quaint, and thankfully much cheaper than the majority of the newer more modern locations. It was often full of construction workers lining up dressed head to toe in hi-vis gear to order their bacon or sausage baps and a coffee so they could waste an extra thirty minutes before actually doing any work. Sometimes, if Olivia were lucky, they'd be on their way out just as she went inside. Today wasn't one of those days. She waited in line at the counter, her eyes scanning the menu to see if there was something in particular that might excite her taste buds. When she reached the counter she ordered the sweet potato breakfast hash and a cup of tea with just a dash of milk. It didn't take long for the food to be prepared and passed over to her on a blue plastic tray, and Olivia carried it over to a small, empty booth where she could enjoy her breakfast in peace.

[captainmartinisblog]

My First EasyJet Experience

Saturday 26th October 2024 – Luton Airport & Salou, Spain

Getting up at 2.30 in the middle of the night in October is no joke! But after a few hours of decent sleep in the Holiday Inn Express at Luton Airport (helped considerably by Fish And Chips and my second G&T of the evening!) I was fit for the 10-minute, cold and dark trundle to check-in at 3.15am. I was thankful it wasn’t raining!

Being so early, I was probably spared the worst of the ‘Luton Experience’ because although there was a queue already, I was checked-in and through security in barely 15 minutes. Nevertheless, I was still grateful there was somewhere open at that time of the morning serving a hot bacon bap and coffee!

Travelling EasyJet for the first time was something of an education and, travelling alone this time, I didn’t have Andrew to tell me where to go (!) but I managed! By 5.30am, the departure lounge was pretty chaotic, so I was glad to be boarding my flight to Reus in Spain.

The scheduled flight time of 2hrs 10min would have gone in a flash, except that we sat on the tarmac for over 30 minutes ‘because of air traffic congestion down to Spain’ (I hadn’t bargained on my trip coinciding with school half-term!) But I was surprised that I had two empty seats next to me (I had booked the Emergency Exit row apparently) so it was almost as good as Club Europe, minus the ‘Full English Breakfast’!

And with the benefit of my new ‘noise cancelling’ ear-pods to drown-out the sound of all the fidgeting kids (and adults) on board, the dawn scenery was quite serene!

Descending over the Pyrenees, we landed in-between thunderstorms passing through the area (not a good sign for later!) but there was a spontaneous round of applause erupted in the plane when we touched down – I’m not clear why; perhaps it’s a curious EasyJet ritual?

Debarking onto yet more tarmac, I was less amused having to stand in a long queue in the open air though! It was decidedly chilly and I was glad I packed another woolly and a sweat-top as well as my short-sleeved shirts for this holiday! However, that queue was just to get into the building, where there was an even longer queue! 3 or 4 flights had all landed within about 45 minutes – all from the UK and Ireland!

By the time I was through and in the taxi queue, it was pouring down and I was really glad I had booked a day-room in nearby Salou, on the coast about 15 minutes south of Tarragona. My room in the Hotel Blaumar, near the sea-front was something of an improvement on the Holiday Inn Express last night!

And after a suitably ‘muscular’ lunch in the almost deserted hotel restaurant followed by a short, damp stroll, a nap and a shower, it was time to head for Tarragona, where my 3-masted ‘yacht’ was awaiting, dwarfed by the overpowering hulk of MSC Fantasy….

[clandonnachaidh]

Light Across the Seas That Severed (Ch8)

AO3

Jamie cursed under his breath, once again running the palms of his hands against his thighs in an attempt to wipe off the sweat.

“Seas, Fraser,” he told himself.

It had been two sleepless nights since he’d received the phone call from a widowed Claire Randall.

Or was she Beauchamp now? How long until she would claim her own name again? Ever?

His eyes were trained on the stone archway that opened into the Lallybroch courtyard, knowing that her taxi would arrive at any moment. He had offered, practically begged, to pick her up from the airport but she was adamant that she would make the journey herself.

Jamie conceded the point, wanting to grant her every and any possible allowance that she needed at the moment. But he had to admit to the joy that sparked his deadened heart at being on the receiving end of her stubbornness.

They hadn’t spoken about the details since they’d talked on the phone. He knew the day and time of her flight into Inverness but nothing more, only that she hadn’t booked anywhere else to stay, at his insistence. She had been told, unequivocally, that she would spend as long as she needed at his home. He would keep her, huddled in the warmth of Lallybroch, until she said otherwise.

Jamie had experienced loss. Been beaten by it, tortured by it and then finally learned to walk with it. And now Claire was starting her journey with grief. All the tangled, confusing thoughts and emotions that came along with it. And Jamie knew that he would help her navigate it in any way he could.

He found himself pacing outside his front door, only pausing briefly to scratch the head of Bran who lurched towards him in his old age but sent a full smile as his lower jaw dropped at the sight of his master.

“Yer a good boy, are ye no’?”

The old labrador gave him a huff of agreement before his nose caught the scent of the bacon bap that sat on a plate, somewhat precariously balanced on the stone steps. Jamie had made it to offer Claire on her arrival. He’d been brought up with the tenets of Highland culture ingrained in him, the most important being that grief was met with food.

Even though he was getting on in years, Bran could be as quick as lightening when food was on offer. Yelling bloody murder, Jamie took after his faithful companion, his feet kicking up the gravel as he sprinted into the house. The pair cleared the kitchen in record time, managed a full circuit of the living room sofas and then halfway up the stairs before Bran retraced his bounds, deciding to retreat to his favourite hiding spot under the large oak table in the dining room, having figured out years earlier that Jamie was not as quick on his hands and knees as Bran was on four legs.

“Ye wee bastard, give it here!” Jamie grunted, swiping a large arm at the dog from his position on his knees. Bran was having the time of his geriatric life, wagging his tail with absolute delight at his morning’s game of chasies and forbidden food to top it all off. “Swear tae Christ, man, yer a good boy but ye can also be a wee shite!”

“Am I interrupting?”

Stars burst into his view as Jamie cracked the back of his head into the underside of the table, his eyes darting to the floor to his left as they began to focus on a pair of women’s shoes. At once he decided to leave Bran to the spoils of war and scrambled to get to his feet, trying his hardest not to let on how fast his heart was beating.

Christ, he’d forgotten how small she was.

The contents of Jamie’s stomach soured as he took in the sight of her, blissful joy quickly giving way to concern. Although he understood that she was dressed in loose fitting clothes to make her international flight as comfortable as possible, the shapeless garments did not hide the fact that she looked dangerously underweight. The skin that he recalled ghosting his fingertips over as they lay in bed together all those years ago had lost its lustre, almost looking grey. Even the riotous curls that had always seemed to move with a mind of their own hung around her ears, limp with the same weight that seemed to have made a home on her shoulders.

She was grieving. He knew this. Had seen it with his own eyes in those he loved the most over the years. But to see this woman, his woman, so reduced in her manner and appearance. It broke his heart.

With a contented snuff from underneath the table, Bran finished wolfing down Jamie’s best laid plans for a welcome offering for Claire.

He had expected the air to crackle around them with the sense of un-nameable electricity that had followed them for their entire relationship. Instead it was dead, too quiet, the room around them almost suffocatingly empty all of a sudden.

Jamie watched as Claire began to retract into herself, her arms cradling her own ribcage like she was trying to stop herself from breaking in half, when he realised that the two of them had been standing there and not a single word had come out of his mouth.

“Bran stole yer breakfast.”

Mentally smacking himself as soon as the words left his mouth, he begged his brain to follow up with something a little more substantial.

Claire, how are ye? It is so lovely tae see ye. How was your flight? Can I get yer bags upstairs for ye?

No, that wouldn’t do either. All of the normal platitudes were useless.

But then, Jamie couldn’t recall ever coming across the rule book for ‘welcoming the estranged love of your life to convalesce in your home after their husband has died’.

“Don’t know if the sound of a dog chewed breakfast is all that appealing.”

His worried eyes quipped up to look at her, what could be mistaken for the ghost of a smile playing on her bonny lips.

He sent her a rueful smile, turning slightly to gesture towards the table and underneath, the dozing dog, “Well, that’s good because it’s well gone now.”

She huffed what Jamie could have mistaken as an attempt at a laugh before casting her eyes to the threadbare carpet, the insidious silence descending once again.

An errant thought ran through his mind before he could stop it, what if this was all a mistake? Could the two of them really co-exist in this proximity in the way that she needed the most at the moment? Was this all a terrible error in judgement?

It was Claire who broke the silence.

“Do you have any more?”

Jamie looked at her nonplussed, “Dogs?”

“Bacon, I mean.”

“Oh, aye! Are ye hungry, lass?”

She nodded.

His limbs immediately jumped into action, propelling his body into the kitchen with a jerky energy thanks due to the adrenaline coursing through him. Jamie felt himself relax upon hearing three things; the sound of her feet shuffling along behind him, her voice greeting Bran with an earnest ‘hello again, beautiful boy’ and the resulting appreciative whine from Bran as her fingers remembered the exact spot behind his jaw where he liked to be scratched the most.

Memories of the first time Claire had been to Lallybroch flooded his vision like a movie, her body curled up on the sofa and a loud guffaw bursting from her when Bran had deposited himself unceremoniously onto her lap. The look of approval on his sister’s face when Jenny voiced what everyone was thinking - Bran was an especially good judge of character and if he deigned to allow you to be the one to scratch his head for the evening (and make no mistake, Claire would be pinned to that position for the next few hours, cups of coffee and biscuits having to be brought to her as the large dog refused to move), then you must be someone that the Fraser family considered themselves lucky to know.

The memory made him flinch and he swore under his breath, castigating himself for letting his guard down and letting the evocations play with his heart. His hands found their job quickly, pulling various items from the fridge and setting them down on the wide kitchen table, coming face to face with Claire again as she idled in the doorway.

“I can see that your culinary skills have improved dramatically since last we met,” she said with a raised eyebrow as she cast a look at what he was offering.

A packet of smoked ham, an open bag containing some wilting spinach leaves, half a red pepper and a jar that contained a nominal amount of basil pesto.

Jamie felt the prickle of a cold sweat gather on the nape of his neck.

“Christ,” he wiped his hand over his face, unable to meet her eyes. “The wee gomerals must have cleaned the fridge oot the other day when they were here, I promise ye I wasn’t this underprepared for yer arrival.”

“Jenny’s little ones?”

“The very same. Although my second niece is a new addition since we last spoke. Katherine. Kitty to her contemporaries.”

Claire’s face softened at the mention of the children that she had been lucky enough to meet when they had entered into the world. It felt like a lifetime ago.

“It’s a lovely name. I can’t even imagine how big the other two will have gotten. It’s been such a long time.”

Jamie heard the unspoken question, watched as her eyes sharpened on him.

Years have passed. Things have changed so much. Are you still the man I knew?

Aye, his heart answered, Time has passed and things may have changed but not that. I am still the man who loves you.

Energy fizzled in his fingers and he instinctively grabbed his car keys from their place on the counter, needing to do anything other than stand in one place.

“If ye give me half an hour, I’ll nip out and get the messages. Anything ye’d like in particular?”

“To be honest, I’m so jetlagged, I don’t know what I want,” she admitted as she rubbed at the corner of one eye with the tip of her finger, pulling his attention to how red they looked.

Jamie smiled softly at her as he offered, “How about ye get intae bed and I’ll go tae the shops and get a wee bit of everything?”

He watched as the tension seemed to melt a little from her shoulders as she nodded. Jamie made to walk towards her but she halted him with a look as her hand clapped against Bran’s head.

“I’m sure Bran will remind me where the guest room is, don’t worry.”

A general cacophony of sound tended to follow Claire wherever she went, the clattering of something hastily dropped rather than placed or some music blasting from her phone, but she moved through the house like a ghost, only the soft click of her closing door telling Jamie that Bran had done his job. When he returned home, the house remained silent. He was extra careful as he unpacked the shopping, leaving out the ingredients for a simple stir fry that he threw together without too much hassle.

After fretting about bothering her for a good ten minutes, the worry of the food becoming cold won over his gallantry and he made his way up to the guest room, knocking quietly. His ears strained in an attempt to find a single sound coming from inside the room but there was none and so he returned to the kitchen to eat dinner alone.

He tried to spend a few hours in front of the tele, Bran’s refusal to accept that he was not exactly a lap-dog causing him to be pinned to the sofa until the ageing labrador gave Jamie’s face a solitary lick meaning that he wanted outside before bed. As Jamie stood in the kitchen, he realised through sleepy eyes that Claire still hadn’t been down for dinner so he went about putting the leftovers into a tupperware box and rooted around in his ‘everything drawer’ until he found a pen with enough ink to scratch out a note onto an old envelope.

claire - stir fry in a tub in the fridge, just needs reheating. try not to nuke the pork or it’ll get teugh. j

Sticking the note to the fridge with a homemade snowglobe fridge magnet, complete with a photo of his grinning nieces and nephew, he whistled out the back and yawned deeply as Bran made his way back in from the yard.

Doors locked and fire guard placed over the remaining embers that were burning away, Jamie made his ascent up the stairs. He couldn’t help himself from stopping by her door and before he could tell his sleep addled brain that it wasn’t appropriate to knock on her door at 1am, his knuckles rapped gently against the wood.

No response. He should go to sleep. But the pull was too great.

His fingers tightened around the doorknob and he pushed gently, saying a prayer of thanks that the door wasn’t too squeaky.

The sight of her made his chest feel like it was going to burst.

She was out for the count, the duvet coiled into a tight snake that she looked to have wrestled into submission, claiming her prize with one bare leg hooked over it. Her hair was like wildfire, unable and unwilling to be tamed against the soft ivory of her pillow. He had worried that she’d be deep in her grief in her dreams but she looked more serene than he could ever remember seeing her. Her lips were parted as she breathed with the heaviness that only comes with quality rest.

With an impatient sniff from Bran at the door, Jamie immediately felt like a voyeur. He had invited her into his home to offer sanctuary, not to letch on her in her sleep. He moved to close the curtains so that she sun wouldn’t wake her but thought better of it when he couldn’t tell how she would feel about him being in her room while she was asleep. Would she feel like he’d invaded her space? He didn’t want to find out.

“Oidhche mhath, mo chridhe”

[the-busy-ghost]

What exactly happened to Scottish food????

To give three examples:

“Not long after the dram, may be expected the breakfast, a meal in which the Scots, whether of the Lowlands or mountains, must be confessed to excel us. The tea and coffee are accompanied not only with butter, but with honey, conserves, and marmalades. If an epicure could remove by a wish, in quest of sensual gratifications, wherever he had supped he would breakfast in Scotland.” - Samuel Johnson, “A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland”, published 1775. And Dr Johnson was not a man known for speaking gently about the Scots.

“Her cuisine is a little limited, but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotchwoman.” - Sherlock Holmes describing Mrs Hudson’s cooking in “The Adventure of the Naval Treaty”, by Arthur Conan Doyle (himself a Scot) published 1893.

“While we were talking the neat, small maid had covered my table with a Scottish tea. No southerner can conceive the reckless generosity of Scottish teas. They are of two calibres: heavy and light, but known technically as high or plain. There is nothing you cannot eat at high tea in Scotland. You could order ham and eggs, half a cold grouse, with outriders in the form of bannocks and cakes and many varieties of bread. I think the Scots are, with the Viennese, the best pastrycooks in the world.” - H. V. Morton, “In Search of Scotland”, published 1949. I have not read this whole book but this English journalist seems to have been particularly besotted with Scottish food (or at least the sheer quantity of it) because later he continues:

“It is however, in breakfasts and teas that the Scottish genius for repletion manifests itself to perfection. I entered the front parlour and saw on the table a breakfast which I can describe only as perfectly sincere. There were eggs and bacon. There were warm scones. There were baps. There was toast. There was marmalade. There was jelly. There was honey. In case this was not enough, there was a plate of parkins and a currant loaf.”

Those are only three examples but I could point to several other passing references to the quality of Scottish teas and breakfasts in nineteenth and twentieth century literature and other media, including the 1943 film “We’ll Meet Again” (starring Vera Lynn) and indeed my own mother’s memories of the food offered to guests in her (working-class) parents’ house. 

I have to imagine that this sort of excess was not everyday fare for most Scots, but in terms of both the quantity and quality of food offered to visitors it seems to fly in the face of both the stereotypes that the Scots are mean and that our food is necessarily worse than what is consumed in the south (if British food at all can be rated particularly highly). 

I do know personally that Scottish baking used to be more highly regarded- even Aberdeen alone had a score of its own unique cakes and pastries until the 1960s and 1970s (now almost entirely represented by the unprepossessing rowie). I do know that the kind of fare provided by farmers’ mothers in rural Perthshire was impressive at least ten years ago (can’t testify now) and my own family’s history attests to the fact that the coal and steel towns of West Lothian could offer a similar level of quality, at least twenty years ago. But the sharp decline in the overall reputation of Scottish food seems very sad- even the ‘full Scottish’ offered in hotels now is no more impressive than the Full English, and only really differs with the occasional addition of some oatcakes or extra black pudding. Maybe it’s the time constraints and lack of access to fresh produce that modern Scots contend with but I’d still like to have a proper explaination for the difference now.

We all love our bakery pies and deep fried delights, as horrendous as they may be re: calorific content and miscellaneous scraps of meat, and perhaps we love them even more because they horrify some of the posher folk down south. But it does feel a bit like we’re forgetting just how good the preserves, fish, meat, and cakes (oh god the cakes) that fed Scotland for generations actually were, and that until recently the reason that our cuisine was famous was NOT actually because of how bad it was. Yorkshire teas are still rightly famous, what happened to Scottish teas?

I really shouldn’t be complaining. I’m a terrible cook myself. But the fact that when I stated this once to a 77-79 year old lady from rural Buckinghamshire, her reaction was essentially “What kind of Scot are you???” says a lot about how much things have changed. Especially since, if I’d said that in my office just over the border in Oxfordshire, where the employees tend to be two or three decades younger, their reaction would have probably been “So what- don’t you lot just deep fry everything anyway?”

Anyway this is just a bit of a rant- I know very little about food or the history of British cuisine- nor indeed am I privy to the opinions of everyone in the UK re: Scottish food! But every time I'm reading an old book and a ‘Scottish breakfast’ is used as a synonym for a damn good meal, I am always a little bit taken aback (and hungry. If the Scots could make good breakfasts, the English certainly knew how to describe them in the most mouth-watering way).

[theburgerlist]

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[lexisnowangel18]

BAP Mafia au reactions You (a stranger) helps him after finding him injured in an alley

You were walking late from work one night when you heard someone moaning. It sounded like they were in a lot of pain and being a good person you are, you went to check it out. As you entered the alley the groaning get louder until you spot a guy laying on the floor. You quickly go up to him to see he’s knocked out with blood on his head and lips. He looks like he just got out of a nasty fight. Seeing no serious injuries, like a bullet or stab wound, you carefully pick him up and take him back to your place near by. You put him on your bed and treat his wounds before placing a blanket on him and heading to the couch to sleep. You woke early to make yourself and your “guest” breakfast. When you enter the room with a tray of food, you hear and see him waking up. He looks around confused and starts sitting up but groans in pain. You quickly set the food and stop him, explaining how you found him injured and he needs to rest.

Yongguk-

He glares at you and looks around cautiously. As the leader of a mafia group, he knew that not everything was at it seems. He watches you very carefully as you place the tray of food in front of his. He stares at it and says nothing. “Um...” You say softly, “They’re just eggs and bacon, nothing in it I swear” You chuckle, hoping to liken the mood. However, he just stares at you. You sigh and get up, “You must have been through a lot, I’ll give you some space. Please eat and rest.” You walk out. About an hour later, you hear the door open and see him walk out and place the empty tray on the kitchen table. “My friend is here to pick me up, thank you for everything.” He said and begins to walk away. “W-wait! My name is (Y/N) a-and uh...please let me know i-if there’s um, anything I can help you w-with...” You blush and stutter. How could you not!? He was so handsome. He smiled, “Yongguk and you’ve done enough” he said walking out. However, he made sure to write your address done so he can come back and thank you again personally. 

Himchan-

“Who are you?” He asks while slowly sitting up. “My name is (Y/N), please you should take it easy, you look like you got hit by truck.” He let out a small chuckle, “Feels like it” he said. You placed the tray of food in front of him and looked at you confused. “What? I didn’t poison it or anything!” You explained. It looked good, but being 2nd in command of a mafia group, he knew he had to be careful. He slowly took a bite then ate more until it was all gone. “Thank you, may I use your phone?” He asks. You nodded and gave him your cell phone before leaving the room while he made his call. After about a couple of minutes, he came out and handed you your phone. “My friend is on his way, thank you for helping me but I should go.” He begins to walk away and you quickly catch up. “A-are you sure? You’re still injured, just wait here!” God you hope you didn’t sound desperate. He was just so handsome. “Trust me, it’s better if I leave now and meet them somewhere not here.” He replies. “Wh-what’s your name? Will we see each other again?” You asked, hoping to get a positive answer. He turned back at you with a small smile, “Himchan, and we’ll see” he walked out. About 2 days later, you guys did see each other again. 

Daehyun:

“I think an angel saved me” He chuckled. You cheeks burned red at his comment and you looked away. “W-w-well I wouldn’t say I’m a a-angel! I uh, just d-did the right thing!” You stuttered nervously. He chuckled again and slowly sat up while you placed the tray of food in front of him. “You sure you’re not an angel?” He teased more. You would bet anything that your face was the color of a tomato now. “I-it’s not very nice to tease the person who helped you!” You pouted. He chuckled again, “You’re right. May I have your name or should I keep calling you angel?” He asked with a smile. “My name is (Y/N), what’s yours?” You asked. “Daehyun and do you have a phone by any chance?” You nodded and gave him your cell phone. He dialed a number and held the phone to ear, eating while waiting for someone to answer. You heard a ‘hello’, “Hyung it’s Daehyun I-” Soon both of you heard screaming from the other line of him being an idiot and how they were worried. You left the room to give him his privacy. Not long after, Daehyun came out with an empty tray and your phone. “Thanks” he said, placing the empty tray on your table and handed you your phone. “No problem, is your friend going to come get you?” You asked. “Yeah, I gotta meet them somewhere else though. Thanks for everything (Y/N)” He smiled and begin to walk to your door. “W-wait!” You called out. Daehyun then turns around and places his fingers on your chin. “Don’t worry, I have a debt to repay, so we’ll see each other again soon. Does dinner and a movie sound good?” He asked. All you could do was nod and with that he walked out.

Youngjae-

“Where am I?” He asked while sitting up. “M-my place. It’s closer then the hospital and-” “No hospital! No police!” He shouted. You jumped a bit at his sudden shouting before nodding quickly. He saw how scared he made and sighed. “Sorry, just, none of that. I’m fine.” He slowly got off bed but you placed a hand on his shoulder. “Wait! Please eat something first, you’re very weak and should rest.” You explained before handing him your phone. “Here’s my phone, I’m sure you need to call someone. I’ll give you some privacy.” You stood up and walked out, hoping he would eat at least a little bit of something. Not long, he came out and handed you your phone back. “Thanks um...” he waited for an answer. “(Y/N)” you replied. “Thanks (Y/N). My friend will be outside in a few minutes.” He began to walk to the door. “W-wait!” You called out and grabbed his hand. He quickly turned and looked at you with a ‘the hell are you doing!?’ look. Your cheeks heated up and you let go of his hand. “S-sorry!” You had to do something stupid in front of a handsome and scary guy. “C-c-can I um...know your n-n-name?” you shyly asked. It was quiet as he stared at you and stared at the ground. “Youngjae” he answered then left. You knew his name and that he ate all of the food you made, but what you didn’t know was that he hacked your phone, so you two could ‘causally’ see each other again.

Jongup-

As soon as you placed your hand on his shoulder, he quickly grabbed it harshly. You yelped in pain and surprised. “Who the hell are you?” he asked, in your opinion, very scary. “M-my name is (Y/N)! Y-y-you were hurt in an alley near by! I-I-I brought you here t-to help you!” You quickly explained, hoping he would let you go. He stared at you with cold eyes as tears began to form in yours. Slowly, he let go of your wrist. You rubbed your wrist to ease the pain and avoided eye contact with him. He was very handsome, but now you were actually scared of him. “Phone” he said. You looked at him, “Wh-what?” “Phone” he repeated. You quickly gave him your phone and ran out the door. You sat on your couch with your face in your hands. What were you thinking!? Is he gonna hurt you or rob you?! Why did you have to be a good person!? The door to room opened and the guy handed your phone back. “I’m leaving” was all he said and walked out. You didn’t dare follow him. After catching your breath, you went into your room and saw the breakfast you made was all eaten with a sticky note on the side. It read ‘Thank you -Jongup’. You smiled as you also saw a phone number.

Zelo-

He looked at you with nervous eyes. You couldn’t blame him, being in a stanger’s house after who knows what happened. You gave him a gentle smile, “It’s okay, my name is (Y/N). You don’t have to tell me yours, but you should eat.” You handed him the plate of food. “T-thank you” He said. Even though he was knew to the mafia, he had to be careful, but for some reason he felt he heart beating faster. “M-my name is Zelo” he said and immediately regretted it. What was he doing!? You could be an enemy and he carelessly gave you his name! “Zelo? That sounds cool!” You grinned. Both of your cheeks had a hint of pink to them. He started eating the food you gave him and finished it, what seemed like, in seconds. “It was good, thank you.” He said, handing you back the tray. “You’re welcome, is there someone you can call?” You asked handing him your phone while taking the tray. “Yes!” He shouted, but quickly apologized, blushing. “S-sorry, there is someone I need to call.” He explained. You smiled, “It’s no problem, take your time.” You left to put the dishes away. By the time you finished washing the dishes, Zelo walked out and handed your phone back. “Thank you, my friend should be here in a few minutes.” He explained. “That’s good, I’m glad” you smiled. “Um...do you...wanna meet up...sometime, after I’m better?” Man he was so awkward, but it was so cute. “Okay.” You answered. You both stared and smiled at each other until you heard a car horn. He left with a goodbye and when you later checked your phone, you saw his number in it. 

[troubledinkbeing]

Chapter two “The old song.”

After packing her backpack with what she needed for the day, Hunter sped off to finish her duties. She went searching for bacon soup down in the slums of the music department and greeted Jack with a smile. “Hey buddy! Seen any soup I can snag?” Hunter asked. He nodded and waved for her to follow. “Thanks, bud!” Hunter smiled, following. Jack reached a room with two levers and a crate hanging from the ceiling. “That’s dangerous. Ever consider taking it down?” Hunter asked. Jack nodded no and handed her the soup. “Thanks bud!” Hunter said, taking it from him and putting it in her backpack. She waved goodbye and went off to deal with her other duties. She started heading to the entrance when she noticed that a few cans of soup that she knew were there the other day were gone. “That’s odd….Nobody comes here except me and Sammy….” Hunter said, confused. She shrugged and grabbed a can of soup anyways, returning to the music department to find that the lights were turned on. “Ow….!! I turned those off for a reason…!!” Hunter winced, shielding her eyes. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she noticed that there were multiple ink puddles scattered around the room. Hunter’s breath hitched and she sped up while walking around, finding the puddles went from the entrance to the entrance to the projection booth. “Oh no…….SAMMY?!?! SAMMY, ARE YOU OKAY?!?” Hunter called out desperately. Hunter stopped running when she crashed into something. “Ouch……Hunter! What’s the matter?!” Sammy asked, sitting Hunter up on his legs. “The entrance-th-the searchers-th-th-they’re all d-dead!!!!” Hunter whimpered. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, kiddo, sh sh shh……I’ll go check it out, you go calm down in the orchestra room, alright?” Sammy said, placing a hand on Hunter’s shoulder. Hunter hiccupped. “O-Okay…..D-Don’t die….Okay…?” Hunter hiccupped. “I will try, my assistant.” Sammy said, helping Hunter stand back up. “O-Okay. B-Be careful.” Hunter said. “I will be.” Sammy said, speeding off. Hunter sped off into the orchestra room and played the violin to calm down a bit. She soon calmed down enough to fall asleep in the chair she was sitting in for a few hours. 

She woke up a few hours later to footsteps approaching the orchestra room and she bolted up, dropped the violin, and hid in the wall. Hunter looked out to see two people walking into the room. “Hello? Is someone here?” Alex called. “I know I heard something.” Henry said. “It was probably just a mouse.” Alex sighed. Henry picked up the previously discarded violin. “Are mice strong enough to play the violin?” Henry asked. “No. But it probably pushed it off.” Alex said. “Maybe you’re right.” Henry sighed, placing it on the chair delicately. The two left and Hunter leaned out of the wall. When she felt the coast was clear, she fully got out from the wall. “TWO People?!?” Hunter whispered. “I-I gotta tell Sammy!!” Hunter said, about to walk into the wall. A clicking noise echoed through the orchestra room. Hunter froze. She knew that sound anywhere. “Norman?!?” Hunter called out hopefully. When Hunter looked up, she saw the two in the projector booth and her hope diminished. She heard the tape get turned on and she listened intently, so she could hear her friend again, if only for a few moments. When the tape clicked off and they noticed her, Hunter walked into the wall and left the orchestra room and went down to the sewers and grabbed the valve from the infirmary and gave the valve to Jack. “DON’T let ANYONE take this from you, okay?” Hunter instructed. Jack nodded and went off. 

When Hunter finished that, she went to hide Wally’s keys in a trash can somewhere. Sammy’s office? No, they needed the keys to get in there in the first place. The office next to the organ? That’ll work! Hunter hid the keys in the trash can in the organ room and dashed out. She went and hid in the walls for a bit. A few hours later, Hunter heard the sound of the pump switch in Sammy’s sanctuary get flipped. She sighed. At least Jack had the valve for the infirmary pump. At least two people would be safe for a while. She heard a shriek and an axe making impact with a searcher. She walked out of the wall and ended up in the balcony next to Sammy.

“Are you okay, Henry?” Alex asked, helping Henry up. “I’m getting too tired for this…” Henry sighed, getting back up. Henry looked up in the balcony at Sammy and Hunter. “Am I seeing double or is there one more person up there?” Henry asked, confused. “Huh?” Alex grunted, looking up. “Huh….” Alex said. “Let’s check if the infirmary is drained.” Henry said, leaving the room. “Right!” Alex said following him out. 

When they left, Hunter silently followed through the walls. She eventually accidentally lost track of them, but heard a loud THUD sound. She jumped and bolted through the walls to the sewers, making sure Jack was okay. She wandered around until she stepped on something. A small bowler cap. She wished she didn’t step on it. She wished it wasn’t true. She looked down at it and gulped nervously. She shakily bent down and poked it. “J-Jack….? Are you okay….?” Hunter asked shakily. No response. “J-Jack….?!” Hunter asked panickedly. Hunter picked the hat up and ran back to Sammy, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. “SAMMY!!!!” Hunter whimpered. “What’s the matter, little sheep?” Sammy asked, trying to calm her down. “JACK GOT SQUISHED!!!” Hunter whimpered. “Slow down!” Sammy said. “LEVER GET PULLED, CRATE GO-GO GRAVITY, JACK NO MOVE, JACK BECOME FLAPJACK!!!” Hunter yelped. “Right. Go grab the tuning fork and dust pan.” Sammy frowned. “I get dust pan, you get fork?” Hunter asked. “No. YOU get the fork I get the pan.” Sammy growled. Hunter sighed heavily and trudged off. “HURRY. We don’t know how soon they’ll leave!!” Sammy snapped. Hunter sped up a little bit. “What am I going to do with her….” Sammy sighed. Hunter soon returned with the two weapons. “Thank you, dear.” Sammy said. “Sure, whatever.” Hunter grumbled, handing the dust pan over. “Thank you, sheep.” Sammy said grabbing it. “Whatever, Prophet.” Hunter growled. “Watch your tone, sheep. Wouldn’t want our lord to be upset and not free you, would we?” Sammy asked, patience wearing thin. “No…” Hunter grumbled. “What was that?” Sammy asked. “NO!!!! GOSH, ARE YA DEAF OR SOMETHING?!?” Hunter accidentally snapped. Sammy frowned and bapped Hunter on the top of her head with the dust pan. “Bad.” Sammy warned. “Sorry, assh-“ Hunter started. Sammy glared at Hunter, raising the pan again. “Sorry, PROPHET.” Hunter winced. “Good. Now then, let’s hurry. They could be out of my office by now.” Sammy said, walking off. “Golly, if only someone wasn’t picky about tones of voice…..” Hunter mumbled. “NOW, SHEEP.” Sammy snapped. Hunter jumped and hurried behind him. When Henry and Alex walked out of Sammy’s office, Hunter and Sammy silently agreed who’d take who out. Hunter took Alex, Sammy took Henry. Hunter grabbed Alex and followed Sammy, slowly but surely.

“Ow…..My head……” Alex groaned, slowly waking up. “Oh! Sammy! He’s waking up!” Hunter called, waving Sammy over. “What….? What’s goin’ on….?” Alex asked. “Why, you’re about to be sacrificed, little sheep!” Sammy smirked. “Wait, what?!” Alex gasped, shaking himself awake. “Did you not hear me?” Sammy hummed. “What exactly is happening here?” Alex asked, trying to escape. “Well, sheep, you will be our aid in escaping to our freedom~!” Sammy hummed. “Wait-Our freedom?” Alex asked. “Why, of course, sheep! Me and my-“ Sammy said, pulling Hunter out. “-Little assistant~!” Sammy finished, patting Hunter on the back. Hunter remained silent. “Isn’t that right, Hunter, my little lamb~?” Sammy asked. Hunter shakily nodded. “Wait-Hunter?” Alex asked. “Why, yes, my sheep~! Why?” Sammy asked. “L-Like Hunter Cruz….?” Alex asked carefully. “Th-That’s me…..Why….?” Hunter asked meekly. Sammy pet Hunter’s head. “Shhh…….It’s alright, my little lamb….” Sammy hushed. Henry slowly started waking up. “Henry….!” Hunter smiled meekly. Sammy pet Hunter’s head again. “Shh……It’s okay, my lamb….” Sammy hushed. “That voice……Sammy?” Henry asked. “That is my name, sheep, but I know you not.” Sammy hummed. “It-It’s Henry, Sammy…..! Re-Remember…? G-Good old He-Henry….?” Hunter stuttered. Sammy pet Hunter’s head gently again. “Shhh……It’s alright, my little lamb….You’re safe with me….” Sammy hushed. “B-But…” Hunter mumbled. “Hunter, sweetheart, you’re mumbling again.” Sammy said. “B-B-B-But this is Henry…..He hasn’t done anything wrong….!” Hunter whimpered. Sammy got down to Hunter’s height. “Dearest Hunter…..Do you forget Jack so quickly…?” Sammy asked. “Th-That was probably a-an accident…!” Hunter stuttered. “The crate was dropped onto him. That is in no way an accident.” Sammy said. “So, uh, can we, uh, go now?” Alex asked. “ALEX!” Henry growled. “Of course!” Sammy grinned. “Hunter grew worried. She knew that grin all too well. “Wait, just like that?” Alex asked, surprised. “Of course! After all, the ritual must be completed!” Sammy grinned. “Wait what?!?” Alex yelped. “I-I don’t know about this, Sammy…” Hunter whimpered. “Excuse me…?” Sammy asked. “I d-don’t like this….I don’t wanna do this….Not to Henry…” Hunter whimpered. “Are you QUESTIONING MY judgement?!?” Sammy growled. “H-Henry hasn’t done anything wrong, Sammy…!” Hunter said meekly. “Right, we’ve spent too long in here. They’ve begun to corrupt you.” Sammy growled. “S-Sammy, I-I-“ Hunter stuttered. Sammy grabbed Hunter’s wrist tightly and held her up to his eye level. “SAY. NOTHING. MORE.” Sammy growled. Hunter tried pulling her wrist away desperately. “I apologize for our rather swift meeting, but, it appears my assitant must vacate the premises immediately. She has begun to become….Attached.” Sammy said, dragging Hunter away into the room with him. The door shut and Sammy sat Hunter down in the corner. Hunter pulled her knees to her chest. “Sheep, sheep, sheep, it’s time for sleep…Rest your head, it’s time for bed~!” Sammy sang. Hunter leaned her head against the wall and heard the faint sound of something approaching. “In the morning, you may wake, or in the morning….You’ll be dead~!” Sammy grinned. The sound got closer and Hunter whimpered. “S-Sammy…?” Hunter asked meekly. “(Not now, Hunter.)” Sammy hushed. “HEAR ME, BENDY!!! ARISE FROM THE DARKNESS!! ARISE AND CLAIM MY OFFERING!!! FREE US, I BEG OF YOU!!! I SUMMON YOU, INK DEMON, AND TAKE THESE TENDER SHEEP!!!” Sammy cackled. “S-Sammy….!!!” Hunter yelped. “What?!?” He snapped. Hunter looked behind Sammy and slowly got up and started backing up. “Well?!? Use your words!!!” Sammy snapped. Hunter weakly pointed behind him. “Well, what is i-“ Sammy started. Sammy jumped and slowly backed up. “M-My lord…!!” He yelped. Hunter swifty removed the vent grate and started pulling Sammy to it. “St-Stay back!! I am your prophet!” Sammy whimpered. Hunter pushed Sammy into the vent and climbed in after him, but not without getting hurt first. She climbed through the vents and fell out where Sammy had crawled back out. “Are you alright?” Sammy asked. “F-Fine…!” Hunter chuckled nervously. “Come on, there is a safe place just up ahead.” Sammy said, helping her up. A Pair of small footsteps was heard. “Who goes there?! Show yourself!!” Sammy called. A small Boris and a living Bendy plushie walked out shakily.

[bryonyashaw]

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 🥪

Literally my sons favourite meal is a Ham, cheese and cucumber sandwich with salt and vinegar crisps - it's his go to meal, doesn't take long to make and not expensive so win win.

So, rather than a long winded instagram post today I'm keeping it simple - lets talk sandwiches! What's your sandwich filling of choice?

The first photo is a mix of ham, Cheese and Cucumber, ham and Cucumber and also Salad, Asparagus with Halloumi with mango chutney in Bake at Home buns plus some houmous and pringles. Halloumi is the best ngl. Second photo - your classic seeded wholemeal bread 🤌

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬:

• Tuna mayo

• Prawn mayo

• Egg mayo

• Cheese and marmite (it works)

• Chocolate spread and Banana

• Jam

• Jam and cheese (also works)

• Bacon, Brie and cranberry

• Peanut Butter and Honey

• Tofu Bacon BLT

• Avocado and salad

• Ham & Tomato & Avocado

• Ham & Cream Cheese 

• Ham & Coleslaw

• Sausage butty

• Bacon butty (classic)

• Vegan slices and salad (there's vegan and veggie options for lots of things now)

• Sloppy Joes (I make a chilli con carne and my eldest likes it in a bun with melted cheese)

• Pepperoni & Cheese (may as well have pizza)

• Fig & Prosciutto 

• Bacon, Lettuce & Tomato

• Goats Cheese & Bacon

• Pulled Pork

• Cheese and onion

• Ham & Pickle

• Ham Salad

• Ham, Lettuce & Beetroot

• Roast Beef

• Goat's Cheese, Walnuts & Honey

• Halloumi with Avocado Pea & Mint Pesto 

• Roast Beef Salad

• Steak Salad

• Philly Cheese Steak

• Corned Beef & Pickle

• Cheddar & Apple

• Cheddar, Apple & Spring Onion

• Cheddar & Marmalade

• Cheese & Pear Ploughmans

• Fish fingers (also a classic)

I think with sandwiches you can be as creative as you like from vegan to meat options, from wraps to baps!

... And yes this was a lengthy post about sandwiches.

[sketchyfletch]

Every Brit has had some form of that deeply depressing first picture breakfast and subsequently for the rest of the day chosen violence.

BUT.

That is an extremely anemic version of a Full English (there are also Full Scots, with potato cakes, which are delicious). Where the hell is the proper bacon rather than the crispy looking slice hidden underneath? Why only one sausage, and a sausage that looks like the pig farted it out? Why does the hash brown look like it travelled to hell and back before returning, rather than a lovely golden brown?

WHERE IS THE TOAST AND FRIED BREAD

Now, I may have had some wine. And our country may have long since slid into the shitter since the govt decided to add a ref to their manifesto purely to get votes with no intention of it getting through (and then it did and screwed them spectacularly). But I will not put up with that top photo being a representative image of a Full English.

(Also both kind of look terrible tbh. Give me a non crispy bacon bap any day.)

America is pretty shit but I think every single non-american I've ever talked to agrees that American breakfast food fucks super hard.

[eastenderstranscripts]

Phil: ben. ben. ben, chuck us the keys for the corsa, will ya? ive got to check it over before i take it back to dalston Ben: how long are you going to be? do you want a bacon bap from the caff or something? Phil: yeah, yeah, yeah. i'll be ten minutes, yeah? Ben: alright Phil: oh and some brown sauce, yeah. ben? ben. ben, i said the corsa keys, you -

[sussex-nature-lover]

Sunday 24th October 2020

More Views and Vantage Points 

♦ words in bold type are outside links

First things first, did you remember?

We’ve still got loads of things where the clock doesn’t automatically update itself so I have my rounds to do. Luckily I hadn’t bothered cracking on too soon because we had an unscheduled power cut this morning for a couple of hours. My goodness it was so dark that I lit a candle and breakfast with bacon morphed into a cheese topped bap with some cheddar, onion and tomato. It was still tasty but once you’ve had bacon on your mind...

Scotney Castle, Lamberhurst

Back on topic. I call this A View with capital letters. Whatever the weather, you could just drink it in and that leads me to a family ‘quip’ My OH was talking about Scotney before we visited last time and we were trying to orientate ourselves. He referred to ‘The Gin and Tonic Bench’ It took me a while to catch on, but oh yes, I can get on board with that idea.

The little sign asks people to respect social distancing if the bench is already occupied - could have done with one of those at Bateman’s when we’d nabbed a prime spot. By the way, that metal barrier fencing off the Ha Ha seems to be a fairly recent addition, same as the NT have roped off some trees for safety reasons.

On the subject of views we have another long running family ‘in joke’ about the gardens and grounds of the big Stately Homes and National Trust property Estates and how everywhere we go, it seems ‘Capability’ Brown had been before us. At Scotney Castle, however, a totally different idea of landscaping is demonstrated

The Picturesque style of landscape gardening was an eighteenth century movement to enhance gardens and landscapes and turn them into a vista worthy of being painted – The Garden as Art.

“Here hills with vales, here woods with water vie;

Here art with nature strives to feast the eye”

The leaders of the Picturesque style were Richard Payne Knight, Uvedale Price, William Sawrey Gilpin. And, as he progressed in his career, the landscape gardener, Humphry Repton.

Ruins and newly built classical temples as garden follies were all considered ‘a picturesque view’, especially when they could be admired at a slight distance, surrounded by greenery of tree covered slopes, and valleys cradling a rushing river.

One of the earliest Picturesque landscape gardens was that created at Rievaulx Terrace in Yorkshire in the mid eighteenth century. Situated on an escarpment overlooking the Medieval Cistercian Abbey of Rievaulx, the walk gives tantalising views of the abbey by a careful arrangement of  observation points through the tree covered hill.

At his estate of Foxley, Uvedale Price created a landscape garden to meet his ideas of flowing natural planting, in the style of the painter Claude Lorrain. It was a very different garden design to that espoused by Lancelot Capability Brown; Price believed in keeping old, gnarled trees and winding paths.

Richard Payne Knight expressed his feelings for the Picturesque by designing a rugged, castellated mansion and romantic garden in his estate at Downton.

William Sawrey Gilpin created Scotney Castle garden for the Hussey family in 1834. The azalea collection in the quarry garden is the epitome of a Picturesque  landscape style garden.

Note: Kalmia Latifolia also known as Mountain Laurel and yes, they do grow apace don’t they. The flowers are particularly striking on the Kalmia but it’s understandable that there comes a time when a lot of cutting back is the best course of action.

I do like this style of design. There’s a place for the long ranging, open views and the gardens-as-a-room-by-room we see at the great gardens like Sissinghurst and Hidcote, but the lie of the land here and the meandering paths which lead you up and down the grounds are so easy to walk and hold delight after delight. One of the grass paths has already been restored and cuts off a corner if you want a shorter stroll. I can imagine children rolling down the  lawned slopes in the dry weather too filling the air with cries and giggles.

Artfully ruined

I’ve spotted two or three sundials dotted around the grounds

No inscription or planting but a handsome piece in a nice setting

I’m not so sure though about deliberately ruining existing buildings just to create something more ‘romantic’ to look at. The amounts of money spent on grand gestures like that must be astronomic - a well placed urn is probably more to most people’s budgets.

The ruins on a sunny day

The tiny bench I pictured yesterday is located on the right hand side underneath that lower archway.

The various aspects of the Old Castle are probably one of the most photographed amongst the National Trust’s properties. I went a bit crazy trying to find my best shot. 

Every angle’s very fairy tale, but I’ve plumped for this one taken from the West Glade and across the bridge. You could be anywhere within continental Europe really.

Attractive Oriel Window overlooking the water

Views of the new house enhanced by Autumn colour

One feature I would love to have in my fantasy home, along with the much coveted walled garden is a boat house. Scotney’s is particularly charming - it’d be a Gin and Tonic Bench view for sure, especially at this time of year.

Spot the Boathouse

and from further away on The Spring Walk

Historical Notes:

♦ On my first Scotney blog I recommended you remember the name of Richard de Ashburnham and today I’ve fallen down a massive rabbit warren reading about the Ashburnhams and their local history. This LINK is absolutely fascinating and shows lots of historic houses and their alterations, developments and incarnations over the years, which ties in with the life story of Scotney. The point for us, being that Betty Hussey went to the big sale at Ashburham Place and purchased furniture for Scotney. Quite a lot of other furniture is from her family home. 

Elizabeth (Betty to family) Hussey, the last occupant of Scotney, was a debutante whose parents were Peter Kerr Smiley and Maud Simpson - Maud being the sister of Ernest Aldrich Simpson who became well known as the second husband of Wallis who divorced him to progress her relationship with King Edward VIII (after the abdication known as the Duke and Duchess of Windsor) That’s what I mean about the rabbit holes and warrens, once I start investigating I’m fascinated about the facts that turn up.

For old times’ sake on the off-chance people are as interested in history as I am here a link to a Hussey visiting album scrapbook

Christopher and Elizabeth Hussey made seven visiting albums over a period from 1936 to 1968. The first four albums are a record of visits mostly within the United Kingdom. This is the first album covering the year 1936

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