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rabbitcruiser · 2 months ago

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National Pulled Pork Day

Gather friends and family and make pulled pork together, a delicious and filling cut of meat is sure to please, or go out and enjoy professionally made pulled pork.

A tasty way to enjoy a meal that has been slow-roasted and delightfully seasoned, National Pulled Pork Day celebrates everything that has to do with this delicious dish!

History of National Pulled Pork Day

Pulled Pork is a dish that has its origins in the southern parts of the United States, based on the idea of shredding the meat after it has been barbecued. Although it can certainly be made in a slow cooker, the most traditional way to do so is to slow-smoke it over wood.

The process of cooking the meat through smoking seems to have spread through Spanish settlers who observed what native peoples (likely in the Caribbean or perhaps the United States) were doing. They learned that smoking meat through the use of an indirect fire provided a way of keeping the bugs away while preserving it. And this seems to have been the predecessor to what everyone now knows as a barbecue.

Through this method, the desired meat usually was pork, due to its affordability as well as availability. It is almost always made from the pork shoulder (sometimes called pork butt, Boston butt or picnic shoulder), which is a fairly inexpensive cut. The meat should be somewhat fatty, which adds flavor to the dish, and it cooks up extremely tender. Ideally, the meat will be slow-smoked for a very long time, so that the connective tissue becomes tender and falls apart even before it is actually “pulled”.

Sonny’s BBQ has partnered with the National Pork Board and the National BBQ Association in the United States to declare October 12 as National Pulled Pork Day.

Barbecue is revered in the South, specifically in Florida and the Carolinas, for its special connection to family and its call to gather with loved ones. The South is also known across the country for its unique and dominant BBQ protein, pork. And the number one way to enjoy it? The delicious pulled pork sandwich. Because of this, these three organizations have joined together to create a day to celebrate this Southern tradition: National Pulled Pork Day.

How to Celebrate National Pulled Pork Day

Getting to celebrate this day is a delight for the taste buds! Plus, since it’s a large cut of meat that will feed many, it typically will be enjoyed with good company such as friends, family, or even a block party full of neighbors.

Try out these ideas for getting the Pork Day celebration going:

Make Pulled Pork

Since not everyone has access to a wood-fired smoker, it is also okay to make it in a kitchen. Whether using a slow cooker or a traditional oven, the most important thing is to be sure that it is cooked very slowly and at a very low temperature. The slower and lower, the better! On the other hand, some people find that an Instant Pot pressure cooker is just the thing to make their pulled pork melt in their mouths.

No matter what form of cooking is used, preparation of the meat is important. Some people like to soak it in brine for a few hours before cooking the meat. Also, feel free to make some spices to rub into it (although it certainly should have a lot of its own flavor). Try spices such as smoked paprika, dry mustard, and chili powder, mixed with brown sugar and apple cider vinegar.

Get Creative with Pulled Pork

Pulled Pork doesn’t have to be just for sandwiches! Many different varieties of dishes can be conjured up using this tasty meat. Try out these ideas for various recipes to make with pulled pork, whether in honor of National Pulled Pork Day or just for any day:

Pulled Pork Nachos. Combine Tex-Mex with southern pulled pork goodness by piling pork on top of tortilla chips and then adding a variety of toppings such as cheddar or Monterey jack cheese, jalapenos, sour cream, salsa, guacamole or black beans. This same idea can be accomplished with burritos by stuffing everything into a large tortilla.

Pulled Pork Soup. Use that leftover pulled pork in a healthy way by cooking it into a delicious soup. Add tomatoes, onions, garlic, black beans, zucchini, chicken stock and other desired ingredients and let it cook slowly until the flavors melt together. Serve with a topping of cheese and tortilla chips.

Pulled Pork with Cornbread. Enjoy just a pile of this delicious meat all on its own–with or without a favorite brand of barbecue sauce. Then whip up some delicious homemade cornbread to enjoy on the side with a pile of butter.

Loaded Fries with Pulled Pork. Take fries to a whole new level with pulled pork! Make fresh or frozen fries, pile on the pulled pork, add some jalapenos, flavor with coriander, lime and red onion. Made this way, fries are not just an appetizer or a side dish, but they can function as a full meal.

Throw a National Pulled Pork Day Party

Make National Pulled Pork Day into an excuse to have a fun barbecue in the backyard. Gather a group of friends and serve pulled pork sandwiches with a collection of side dishes. This might include the traditional creamy coleslaw, potato salad, baked beans, collard greens or corn on the cob. Serve with a pile of fresh watermelon.

Go Out for Pulled Pork

Some of the best restaurant chains that serve Pulled Pork can be found in the southern parts of the United States since that’s where the dish began. Check out some of these delicious barbecue places:

Dickey’s Barbecue Pit. Just because it’s the largest barbecue chain in the world doesn’t mean they’ve compromised on quality. Every location (there are more than 400 locations in 43 states) still pit-smokes its own pork, and they offer free meals for kids on Sundays. Unlike many places that don’t say how much meat comes in their dishes, here the meats are served by the pound.

Jim ‘N Nick’s Bar-B-Q. Founded in 1985 by a father and son combo (presumably named Jim and Nick), this restaurant chain was started in Birmingham, Alabama and now has 30 locations. They smoke their own pork (choose pulled or chopped) and it’s crazy good.

Red Hot & Blue. A group of southerners in Arlington, Virginia were missing home, so they started their own barbecue joint in the Washington DC area. They’ve now moved into 6 other states and their pulled pork is hickory smoked (slow and low).

Famous Dave’s. Another fairly well-known chain, this one was, ironically, started in the northern US–in Minnesota. Dave Anderson, A Chippewa Indian, started the chain in 1994 and has opened almost 200 locations in more than 33 states.

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subby-sab · 2 months ago

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Today is 12th of October.

Today is World Arthritis Day, National Pulled Pork Day, National Gumbo Day, National Chess Day.

#world arthritis day #national pulled pork day #national gumbo day #national chess day

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peterrefur · 8 months ago

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The days we knew ⅏ Wilbur Soot x GN!Reader

Summary: Wilbur returns from Limbo. Reader reminisces about L'Manberg. Wilbur visits Reader's restaurant, and they recognize each other. Notes: Hey Mate!!! I’m Peter and I say right away that English is not my first language. I’m curious to hear your opinion about this work in the comments! Enjoy!

I am trying to get back to writing after a long break. This story is not the pinnacle of my abilities, but it is the beginning of my return to writing.

𝒲hispers and rumors spread like wildfire about his return from hell. A hell that he referred to as Limbo .

𝒜ccording to tales, this was where every soul must journey after departing from the mortal world, each Limbo tailored to the individual's experiences and memories. Some say his Limbo took the form of an endless underground metro system, with never-ending tunnels and trains that always arrived at the same station no matter how many times he boarded them.

𝐻is screams were said to be so deafeningly loud and relentless that they would echo through the night and linger for weeks, until he inevitably started screaming anew upon waking. Each scream was like a violent eruption from his chest, tearing at his vocal cords until blood filled his throat and spilled from his lips. His cries were like a tortured symphony, haunting and unyielding, they painted a picture of his anguish as a tortured symphony, echoing through the corridors of his mind long after reality had fallen silent. His knuckles, once sturdy bastions of strength, now lay bare, stripped down to the bone by the unyielding assault against the harsh concrete wall. The bones beneath threatened to breach the surface, a grim testament to his unwavering resolve. Deep furrows marred his palms, etched by the relentless barrage, a stark reminder of his unending battle. Deep grooves crisscrossed his palms from the repeated beatings, leaving behind a permanent reminder of his struggles. His nails, once neat and trimmed, were now jagged and torn off in places from desperate attempts to claw his way out. They bent backwards, painfully pulling away from the fleshy tips of his fingers.

𝐹or years, he had drifted in and out of sleep, unsure if he was truly awake or trapped in the never-ending purgatory of Limbo. He had grown accustomed to the unchanging landscape of darkness and despair, where hunger and pain were constant companions. But eventually, he came to the realization that this was an eternal torment - a hell without end. No matter how much he struggled or what he did, death would not release him from this cursed existence. His only escape was to endure and hope for some sort of redemption beyond this bleak realm.

𝒩o respite, no escape - just an unending abyss of torment.

𝒜t least that's what they say in town when Reader goes to get groceries from their quaint little restaurant. They fondly remember the days when their establishment was nestled within the borders of L'Manberg, a place where soldiers sought refuge after grueling battles and found comfort in the hearty soups and flavorful dishes they cooked up. Aromas of savory herbs and spices wafted through the air as customers eagerly awaited their meals, their spirits lifted by the warm atmosphere and delicious food.

The memories flood back to them as they recall the prestigious guests who frequented their restaurant. The elegant President of L'Manburg himself had made special visits for diplomatic meetings, seeking the comfort and privacy of their establishment. And they always made sure to serve him their nationally famous dish - Noodles with meat. The aroma alone was enough to make mouths water - a rich, savory broth simmered for hours, perfectly cooked hand-prepared noodles that they could tell were ready just by the color and texture, tender pieces of pork carefully placed on top. But it wasn't just about the taste - the presentation was just as important. Carrots, chives, and other fresh garnishes adorned the bowl, along with a sprinkling of sesame seeds and a dollop of fiery chili paste for those who dared.

𝒯his dish had become synonymous with significant events in the history of this young country, and the Reader couldn't help but feel proud knowing their humble restaurant played a part in shaping its culture and identity.

A very pleasant past that Reader misses. They remember those times with a smile.

𝐻owever, amidst the comfortable thoughts in their mind, there are also haunting memories of Pogtopia. They can still feel the weight of poverty and fear that shrouded their daily life like a thick fog. The memories of living in the canyon for what seemed like endless months flood back to them. Yet, as they try to recall the time frame, it all becomes a blur, the days and years blending together into one hazy period of turmoil. Such is the impact that time had on their memories of that place.

𝒯he unrelenting grip of poverty, the constant gnawing fear of death, the monotonous routine of preparing potatoes day after day. They had so many potatoes that they ate them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, struggling to find new ways to cook them - boiled, roasted over a fire, mashed into a purée.

𝐵ut in the end, they always seemed to give up and serve them simply boiled. The bland aroma of boiling water filled their small ravine 'kitchen', as they resigned themselves to yet another meal of plain potatoes.

𝐼t was a reminder of their meager existence, a symbol of their struggle to survive.

𝒟espite not having a large customer base, they relish every opportunity to cook for someone and bring joy to their day. The thought of someone not having to worry about food at home and being able to come to them for a satisfying meal fills there with a sense of purpose. For a small fee, they serve up bowls of steaming noodles or simple dishes that they customize to each person's liking. The aroma of herbs and spices wafts through the air, enticing passersby to stop and sample their cooking. Their humble kitchen is filled with warmth and welcoming energy, creating a haven for anyone in need of a comforting meal.

As they enter the kitchen, their arms laden with fresh produce, they quickly tie a crisp white apron around their hips. They waste no time in placing the vegetables on the counter and rinsing them under a steady stream of cool water. With practiced efficiency, they pull out a large mixing bowl and various containers to store the ingredients. The cutting board is carefully wiped down, its surface gleaming beneath the bright kitchen lights. They run a hand over its smooth surface before grabbing their sharp knife and getting to work.

𝒲ith a practiced hand, they reach for their favorite knife, its blade catching the sunlight and gleaming as they slice through the ripe tomato with precise movements. The crisp skin gives way easily and the sweet scent of the fruit fills the air as they carefully carve an even chunk and place it into the container. Moving on to the cucumbers, they expertly cut them into perfect strips, each one identical to the next, before adding them to the growing collection of vegetables in the container. Each ingredient is selected with care, from the vibrant red peppers to the deep green kale leaves and bright orange carrots. Finally, they add to earthy mushrooms their spongy texture completing the colorful array of ingredients that will soon become their customers' daily dishes. As they work, a sense of pride and satisfaction fills their heart, knowing that these fresh and carefully prepared vegetables will bring joy and nourishment to those who eat them.

𝒲ith the grace and ease of someone who has spent years perfecting their craft, they carefully wash their sharp knife before deftly cutting into the succulent meat. Every slice is deliberate and precise as they expertly remove any unwanted bones and gristle. The stray cat that frequents their restaurant in the evening is the only customer who doesn't have to pay, so they always set out a small plate for it in appreciation. It's become a familiar routine, just like the comforting scent of freshly cooked meat that lingers in the air of their cozy establishment.

𝒜s the ten o'clock hour strikes, Reader interrupts their preparations and goes to the front door and pulls down the wooden covers that protect their glass window, with a sign that Tommy, one of the former members of L'Manberg, painted a few years ago. Reader opens the door wide and lets fresh air into the small room, which seats less than ten people.

𝒜s the clock strikes ten, Reader pauses their preparations and strides to the front door with determination. They slide down the wooden covers that protect their glass window, adorned with a hand-painted sign by Tommy, one of the former members of L'Manberg. The aged paint peeling off reveals glimpses of vibrant colors from years past. With a firm grip, Reader pulls open the door, allowing a gust of cool air to sweep inside the small room. A cozy space, barely enough to seat ten people comfortably. The scent of fresh air intermingles with the comforting aroma of food and freshly brewed tea.

𝒯heir days pass, every so often consumed by thoughts and doubts of the rumors swirling about the resurrection of L'Manburg's President. Memories flood her mind- of the ravine where he had stood, surrounded by his people, pleading for them to stop calling him President. They remember the look of despair and desperation on his face, a stark contrast to the once hopeful and confident leader he used to be. The transformation he underwent is etched in their mind, from a man filled with eager ambition and hope to one broken and desolate by the loss of his country. It's a haunting image that lingers in their thoughts, a poignant reminder of what once was and what could have been. As they reflect on these memories, they can't help but feel a sense of sadness and disillusionment for the fallen leader and his shattered dreams.

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𝒜s the time for cleaning up arrived, Reader moved with swift and precise efficiency. Their movements were like a choreographed dance, each step executed with perfect control and purpose. Without a moment of hesitation or uncertainty, they sorted through the items on the table, placing them carefully on the cat's plate or in the rubbish bin. It was as if they had been programmed for this task, carrying it out flawlessly like a well-oiled machine. The clink of dishes and rustling of paper filled the air as Reader worked, their focused expression never faltering. They were masters at their craft, turning chaos into order with each calculated movement. With a sense of accomplishment, Reader stepped back from the neatly organized items in front of them. Their duties were complete, each task executed with precision and attention to detail. A satisfying feeling of completion washed over there, leaving a smile on their face as they surveyed their flawless work. It was as if each item had found its rightful place, creating a symphony of order and efficiency.

𝒲ith a poised and graceful step, the owners of the charming restaurant emerged from their kitchen, their faces glowing with a warm smile. In one hand, they carried a delicate plate, its contents arranged in an artful display that could rival any high-end eatery. The scent of spices and herbs wafted through the crisp autumn air, drawing in any nearby feline companions. Each carefully selected ingredient had been placed with precision, creating a feast not only for the senses but also for the palate of any fortunate cat.

As they walked towards their favorite spot outside the restaurant, a small cat curled up under their legs and wrapped its tail around their thighs in grateful contentment. It was clear that this furry companion held a special place in their heart for providing it with nourishment every evening.

𝒯he frigid and forbidding darkness of the night hung heavy, engulfing everything in its path. The cold air prickled at their skin, heightening their senses as they gazed upon the lone figure standing in front of their restaurant. His silhouette loomed large against the dimly lit street, casting a daunting shadow that seemed to swallow up everything around it. The glowing moon above served as a watchful guardian, its silvery light bathing his features in an eerie glow. His intense gaze locked theirs, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still as they stood alone in this deserted city.

𝐻is voice cut through the silence, sharp and forceful. "Are you open?" he demanded, his words like shards of ice in the stillness of the night.

The man's appearance is strikingly unkempt, emitting an aura of poverty and potential homelessness. His hair, a mass of shoulder-length brown curls, appears tangled and greasy, with strands protruding in all directions. Among the chaos, a solitary white strand stands out conspicuously, almost luminous against the disorder. It's as if he's aged a decade overnight. His eyes, bloodshot and encircled by a rim of red, convey a sense of sleeplessness that spans days. The profound, dark circles beneath his eyes surpass any exhaustion I've witnessed, even among the most fatigued hybrids or humans.

𝐻e dons a tattered yellow jumper, its fabric worn thin and punctuated by tears. Draping loosely over his shoulders, a patched coat, once a lively brown, now bears the weight of dirt and grime, concealing any semblance of its former vibrancy. Wrapped around his arm, a bandage, tainted with a red hue, poses a mystery—blood or perhaps wine? Despite the neglect evident in his attire, one detail stands out: his trousers, meticulously pressed, hint at a pride in appearance amidst adversity. Yet, they're juxtaposed with scuffed and grimy shoes, evidence of a journey endured with little regard for appearance.

"Unfortunately, it has just closed," Reader says with a warm smile, their gesture directed towards the now darkened restaurant front. "But fear not, for I will be open again at 10 tomorrow morning." As they speak, they absent-mindedly pet the purring cat perched on the counter, savoring its meal of freshly prepared food. "The only customer being served now is this cat. You don't look like a cat, I'm sorry," they add, their hands gently stroking the animal as it enjoys its feast.

At this, the man chuckles and responds, "I may not look like a cat, but I wouldn't mind meowing or snuggling up to your leg if it means getting some of that delicious food," he laughs. "I wish I could help you," Reader says with a chuckle, "But I'm afraid my only clients after hours are of the feline persuasion."

𝒯he man's hearty laughter echoed through the street, blending in with the soft purring of the cat. The tension from earlier seemed to dissipate, replaced by an ease that felt strange but also comforting. "Fair enough," he said, smiling at the Reader. "I think I'll have to find another place then." "Just down the road there's an all-night dinner," they offered. They pointed towards the end of the street where a neon sign flickered intermittently. "They should still have something warm for you." "Thanks," he said, his voice carrying a note of genuine gratitude. He turned to leave before hesitating and turning back towards Reader "Do you remember cooking noodles with meat in L'Manberg?"

𝑅eader paused, a flicker of surprise passing across their face. Their eyes, which had been warm and inviting, cooled as they studied the man before there. "Why would you ask me that?" they said, their voices betraying a touch of guarded curiosity.

The man gave a rueful smile. "It's a memory I've carried for years," he admitted with an odd sort of vulnerability, his gaze never leaving their face. "A chef who cooked the most delicious noodles with meat in L'Manberg." Their faces softened as they listened to him, their initial wariness fading into curiosity. "That was a long time ago," they finally said, more to themselves than to him. He nodded slowly. "Yes, it was," he conceded. "But for some reason, those noodles have always stuck with me. I suppose...I've been looking for them ever since."

𝒜 silence descended upon them then, as they each absorbed what had been said - and perhaps what hadn't been said too. The cat finished its meal and hopped off the counter, brushing against Reader's leg before slipping out into the night. "Have we met?" Reader said finally. Their voices were soft but resolute. "Yeah..." he says and puts his hands in his pockets "I'm the one who let you open the restaurant and was the first to eat those noodles." says the man, at which Reader takes two steps backwards and only now in the man does they recognize the former President of L'Manburg.

"Mr President..." whispers Reader.

The man's expression softened at their recognition, a hint of nostalgia flickering in his eyes. "Please, just call me Wilbur," he said, his voice carrying a note of sincerity. Reader's mind raced with memories of their time together in L'Manburg, the moments of camaraderie and hardship they had shared. They couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion at the sight of him standing before them, a stark reminder of the past they had tried so hard to leave behind. "I never thought I'd see you again," they admitted, their voices barely above a whisper. "Not after everything that happened."

𝒲ilbur's face took on a serious expression; his eyes seemed to be searching the ground for answers. "I understand," he spoke in a hushed tone. "Being brought back to life is just as shocking for me as it is for others.”

Reader paused, gazing at their small restaurant with its quaint decor. "If you'd like, Mr. President - Wilbur, I believe I can whip up some delicious noodles with savory meat for you. However, it may take a bit of time." A small, genuine smile graced Wilbur's lips at Reader's kind offer, the corners of his mouth turning up as if pulled by invisible strings. "I would be delighted," his bright brown eyes shone with gratitude, reflecting the warmth in his voice as he replied, a hint of nostalgia woven into his words.

𝒲ith a graceful sweep, Reader disappeared into the kitchen to prepare their meal. Wilbur followed, sinking into a plush chair at one of the empty tables. His mind wandered back to the days when L'Manburg was a bustling nation, overflowing with life and possibility. Memories rushed in like a powerful river, each one bringing a flutter of nostalgia and longing as he waited patiently for the mouth-watering aroma of food to permeate the air once more. He could almost taste the rich flavors and feel the warmth radiating from the kitchen as Reader worked their magic.

𝒯he kitchen was alive with a symphony of sounds, as Reader moved with dancer-like grace and purpose. The clinking of pots and pans echoed through the air, each utensil playing its own instrumental part in the culinary orchestra. The scent of simmering broth, infused with aromatic spices, filled Wilbur's senses, wrapping him in a warm and comforting embrace that made his stomach growl with anticipation. It was like being enveloped in a cloud of savory goodness, beckoning him closer to the source of its alluring aroma. After spending years in the desolate realm of Limbo without any sustenance, the mere scent of these noodles sent a wave of hunger crashing over him. He could practically taste the savory broth and chewy strands as if they were right in front of him. The aroma was so enticing, he felt like he could devour liters of it without hesitation.

𝒜s Reader emerged from the warm, bustling kitchen with a steaming bowl of noodles in hand, Wilbur's eyes met theirs with a mixture of admiration and longing. The aroma of savory broth and freshly cooked noodles wafted through the air, enticing his senses. As he took the first bite, the flavors exploded on his palate, each mouthful a symphony of tastes that transported him back to simpler times. With every swallow, he could taste the heart and soul that Reader had poured into the dish. "You have truly outdone yourself," Wilbur exclaimed between bites, his eyes never leaving Reader's face as if trying to convey his gratitude and appreciation through their locked gaze.

𝒯he words hung heavy in the air, thick with disbelief and awe. "I was at your funeral," Reader's voice trembled as they took a seat in the chair next to Wilbur. "And now I'm serving you noodles." The steam from the hot meal rose and mingled with their breath, a surreal scene unfolding before them. "You really have been revived," Reader marveled at the miracle of Wilbur's return from death. "Believe me, you're not the only one having trouble adjusting to this." Wilbur says between mouthfuls of steaming noodles. He pauses to take a deep breath, then continues with a tinge of gratitude in his voice, "But thanks to my hero I am back alive. Dream." He lifts his bowl up in a gesture of gratitude towards Dream, who is now behind bars in prison. Reader can sense the tension and unease between Wilbur and Dream.

𝐼t's clear that something has changed between them, something that Reader doesn't quite understand or enjoy witnessing.

𝒯he word fell from Reader's lips with a bitter tone, carrying with it the weight of past struggles and disappointments. The mere mention of "Dream" conjured up a flood of negative memories - the root cause of L'Manberg's seemingly endless problems. "Dream? Eh, Wasn't he perhaps enemy number one in L'Manberg?” Reader asks.

𝒲ilbur's gaze darkened at the mention of Dream's name, a storm brewing in his eyes. "Yes, he was," Wilbur admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and betrayal. "But he was also the one who brought me back from the Limbo." The conflicting emotions within Wilbur were evident in his tense posture and furrowed brow. Reader could sense the turmoil bubbling beneath the surface, the unresolved issues and complicated history between Wilbur and Dream hanging heavily in the air. "I know it's hard to understand," Wilbur continued, his voice softer now, laced with a hint of sadness. "But things are never as black and white as they seem, especially in a place like L'Manberg." He took another bite of noodles, the warmth of the broth offering a momentary distraction from the weight of their conversation.

𝑅eader watched Wilbur closely, the pieces of the puzzle slowly coming together in their minds. Despite the tension between them, Reader couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Wilbur. The weight of expectations and responsibilities had taken its toll on him, leaving behind scars that ran deep.

𝑅eader smiles and refills the broth in Wilbur's noodles.

"It's good to have you back."

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venomous-ragno · 2 years ago

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Morning! Is there any chance you would do a Gromsko/FemaleReader who is also Polish? She's new to the team, feeling a little out of sorts, feeling homesick, so she makes Gołąbki? (They're cabbage rolls stuffed with minced pork and rice and covered in tomato sauce) It's a very hearty, warm meal and I think I speak for most Polish people that Gołąbki is a definite comfort food. Maybe Gromsko could help her make it? Excitedly eat it? Tell her a story about his childhood while he does? I dunno, I am so happy for a Polish character I am in my feelings about him. Thanks so much, and no pressure!

A/N: This was a lovely request, and I hope you feel the same kind of wholesomeness reading it as I did when I wrote it. Hope you enjoy!

Tags: Gromsko x reader, friends to lovers, fluff

Warnings: None

You'd just started a new job with an international team, and it would be an understatement to say that you were feeling a bit out of place. Never before had you seen such long, impressive rows of flags fluttering in the wind as when you'd stepped out of that helicopter; anxious but excited at the unknown that lay ahead of you, eyes lingering on the many colours, voices and impressions that had you hold your breath.

Truth be told, it wasn't easy. Not that you thought it would be, but watching the soldiers around you in their groups, formed by bonding over shared nationalities, cultures and languages - you couldn't miss the tight pull in your chest, that little bit of jealousy as they found a piece of home somewhere so far away.

You missed Poland, missed home.

No amount of work stacked unto you could dull the lingering ache of homesickness. Your tight schedules let you take your mind off it for as long as you were busy; but as rest came, when the dorms were all but silent you found yourself wide awake.

Who were you let yourself drown like that? As mother had always told you, nothing comes close to her home made food. So, one day you decided to make Gołąbki, a traditional Polish dish that always brought you comfort and warmth.

As you started preparing the ingredients, you heard a knock on your door. It was Gromsko, much to your surprise. "Hey, I smelled something delicious coming from your kitchen, and I had to come check it out," he said with a grin as he leant against the doorframe.

You laughed. "I'm making Gołąbki," and held up a head of cabbage. "It's a comfort food my mother used to make."

Gromsko's eyes lit up. "I love Gołąbki", he exclaimed. "Can I help you make them?"

Together, you spent the afternoon preparing the cabbage leaves, mixing the filling of minced pork and rice, and rolling the Gołąbki into neat little packages. As you worked, Gromsko told you stories about his childhood in Poland, and you found herself feeling more and more at ease. Finally, you two put the Gołąbki into the oven to bake, and the delicious smells filled the air. When they were ready, Gromsko and you eagerly sat down to eat, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the meal.

As you savoured the flavours, Gromsko turned to you with a smile. "You know, I've been feeling a bit homesick too," he admitted. "But this meal, and this time spent with you, has made me feel a lot better. Thank you."

You couldn't help the shy smile sneaking unto your lips. "Thank you for helping me make it. It's nice to have a little piece of home here with me, and it's even better to share it with someone who appreciates it."

And as you finished this meal, prepared with laughter and having put your heart into it, you both felt a little less out of place, and a little more connected to each other, despite the distance and differences between the base and your beloved home country.

Over the next few weeks, you and Gromsko spent many afternoons cooking together, exchanging stories and learning about each other's childhoods, families, down to your favourite kind of ice cream; whenever training didn't go too hard on you, you'd meet up in your dorm, cooking and enjoying each others presence. You even taught him how to make pierogi, another traditional Polish dish you fondly remembered.

As time went on, you found that you weren't feeling as homesick anymore. You had made a friend who understood the challenges of being away from home, and who shared a love for the same comfort foods that reminded you of home. Someone who recognised that longing look in your eyes, and whenever your gaze strayed off into a daydream like that, grounded you in this new reality with an ever new story.

One day, as you and Gromsko were sitting on the balcony of your dorm, watching the sunset over the base, he turned to you with a serious expression. "I want to show you something," he said, and gestured you to wait for him. It took him but a couple moments to return with a small metal box, rusty at its corners, having travelled far and wide until all paint had chipped off.

You curiously eyed the box in his lap. Gromsko hesitated for but a moment, but opened it to show you an array of photos - landscapes, family pictures, a cat on the street and people you didn't know. And as he talked, you listened in awe, feeling the adoration he held for Poland wash over you and fill you with a sense of peace.

When he finished, Gromsko turned to you with a smile. "This box was a gift my grandfather gave me," he explained. "I've always kept it with me since then, this little piece of home. I wanted to share it with you, because you've become like special to me here, like a safe haven where I never expected to find one."

Touched by his words, you hugged him tightly. "Thank you," you whispered. "You've become... Special... To me too."

From that moment on, you felt a deep sense of belonging in your new home. The long rows of flags no longer seemed foreign or intimidating, but rather a symbol of the diverse group of people who had come together to serve a common purpose. And whenever you felt a pang of homesickness, you knew that you had someone who understood, and who was always there to share a comforting meal or a beautiful memory.

#call of duty #call of duty fanfic #call of duty headcanons #cod mw2 imagine #call of duty x you #call of duty gromsko #gromsko x reader #gromsko fluff

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read-and-write- · 11 months ago

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Get to know me, double edition

Two tag games running around at the same time so I'm copying some people and doing both at the same time, and for the people who tagged me in one, this is your tag for the other.

Thanks to @myheartalivewrites @happiness-of-the-pursuit @littlemisskittentoes @heybuddy-drabbles @suseagull04 @14carrotghoul for tagging me in this! I finally did it!

There's two versions of this so this is a double tag game, reduce, reuse, recycle and all that, answers under the cut

First Set

Last song: María La Curandera - Natalia Lafourcade

Last film: I can't remember which basically tells you everything you need to know about how many movies I actually watch

Currently reading: Gideon the Ninth bt Tamsyn Muir, and I'm rereading Loveless by Alice Oseman because I want to anotate the physical book that i got half a year ago

Currently watching: Interview with the Vampire, I'm in episode 6 and seriously considering just putting all my tbr aside to read the novel

Currently consuming: Chocolate Ice Cream and a cheese sandwich (✨girl dinner✨)

Currently craving: This specific fries with pulled pork and cream cheese and BBQ sauce from this specific place that are bomb every single time.

Next Set

1. Were you named after anyone?

My great-grandfather, Manuel

2. When was the last time you cried?

On friday my cat needed to get surgery done, needless to say I cried more than once during that day.

3. Do you have kids?

i am just a baby (no)

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I did Artistic Roller Skating for a long time, branched out to Figure Skating for like two months but tropical country couldn't keep up and went back to my roots until around two years ago when I started having Adult Schedules for Work. I have also done Gymnastics.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes, and also suffer the "everything I say sounds serious" sindrome

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Hair generally, if we are speaking in Spanish, accent.

7. What’s your eye color?

Brown that leans to black.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I am a coward and proud.

9. Any talents?

I am very good at knowing things, I am a fun fact girlie, if you have a random question ask me because 8 times out of 10 I have the answer, if I don't just give me 2 minutes and I'll have it.

And I also sing.

10. Where were you born?

Medellín ✨en la playa con la oriental✨ if this means something to you seamos amiguitos

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, singing, spending my money in silly little gadgets, walking around a mall just looking (o lolear, my mom would call it)

12. Do you have any pets?

My soulmate, best friend and child, a cat named Iglesia.

13. How tall are you?

1,56m or for my american friends 5'1

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, Spanish, Art and Philosohpy, long ago the four nations lived together in harmony-

I was indeed a humanities nerd.

15. Dream job?

Right now? mantenida, now if I had to chose and ignore if it's possible or not I'd love to work in the production crew of Doctor Who or any other big fiction TV Show, turning your hyperfixations into profit and all that.

OKAY now tagging some people, no pressure y'all, if you have already done it I apologize @raysletters @ssmtskw @rmd-writes @gayrootvegetable @gay-flyboys @firenati0n @anincompletelist

#tag game #guess how long this has been sitting on my drafts #too long

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brookstonalmanac · 2 months ago

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Holidays 10.12

Holidays

Asexuality Visibility & Education Day

Child Rambunctiousness Appreciation Day

Children’s Day (Brazil)

Columbus Day [original date]

Commonwealth Culture Day (Northern Mariana Islands)

Cookbook Launch Day

Day of the Pluricultural Nation (Mexico)

Day of Cultures (Costa Rica)

Day of the Six Billion (1999)

Destiny Day\

Dia de la Rasa (Day of Race; Mexico)

Dia de la Raza (Latin America)

Fall Astronomy Day

Fiesta Nacional de España (Spain)

The First of October! (Dr. Seuss)

Freethought Day

Geoscience Day

Global Scream Day (30-second scream at 1200 GMT)

Harry Potter Book Day

Hemp Day (French Republic)

Hispanic Day (Spain)

Holy Translator’s Day (Ukraine)

Indigenous Peoples Day (San Francisco)

Indigenous Peoples’ Resistance Day (Belize)

Indigenous Resistance Day (Venezuela)

International Cassette Store Day

International Day Against DRM

International Moment of Frustration Scream Day

International Newspaper Carrier Day

International TFMR Awareness Day

Lady of Aparecida Day (Brazil)

Love Your Bookshop Day (Australia)

National Bandana Day (South Africa)

National Doodle Bug Day

National Education Day (Kiribati)

National Engineer’s Day (Uruguay)

National Farmer’s Day

National Fungus Day (Japan)

National Hafez Day (Iran)

National Home Fire Drill Day

National Hug a Bassist Day

National Loggers Day

National Martin Day

National Monogram Day

National Museum Day (Indonesia)

National Peyronie’s Disease Awareness Day

National Salesperson's Day

National Savings Day

National Vermont Day

Native Americans' Day

No Smoking Day (Armenia)

October Big Day

Old Farmer's Day

Piomingo Day (Chickasaw Nation)

Rice Day (Texas)

Sarandi Battle Day (Uruguay)

Superstar Day

Women Pharmacist Day

World Algae Day

World Arthritis Day

World Burpee Day

World Sloth Bear Day

World Spanish Language Day UN)

Food & Drink Celebrations

Black Jewish Drinking Day

Drink Local Wine Day

International Pinotage Day

Märzen Day

National Gumbo Day

National Know Your Lemons Day

National Pulled Pork Day

National Pumpkin Pie Day

Independence & Related Days

Asgardia (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Equatorial Guinea (from Spain, 1968)

Wasteoftimeistan (Declared; 2017) [unrecognized]

2nd Saturday in October

African Penguin Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]

Fall Astronomy Day [2nd Saturday]

Global PT Day of Service [2nd Saturday]

Home Movie Day [2nd Saturday]

I Love Yarn Day [2nd Saturday]

International African Penguin Awareness Day [2nd Saturday]

International Newspaper Carrier Day [2nd Saturday]

International Pinotage Day [2nd Saturday]

Migratory Bird Day (Mexico) [2nd Saturday]

National Chess Day [2nd Saturday]

National Costume Swap Day [2nd Saturday]

National Curves Day [2nd Saturday]

National Family Bowling Day (a.k.a. Kids Bowl Free Day) [2nd Saturday]

National Motorcycle Ride Day [2nd Saturday]

National Period Day [2nd Saturday]

National Thrive Outside Day [2nd Saturday]

National Tree Planting Day (Mongolia) [2nd Saturday]

Pinotage Day [2nd Saturday]

Sandwich Saturday [Every Saturday]

Six For Saturday [Every Saturday]

Spaghetti Saturday [Every Saturday]

Universal Music Day [2nd Saturday]

World Hospice and Palliative Care Day [2nd Saturday]

World Migratory Bird Day [2nd Saturday]

World Porridge Day [Saturday of 1st Full Week]

World Squash Day [2nd Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning October 12 (1st Full Week of October)

Bone and Joint Health Action Week (thru 10.20)

Festivals Beginning October 12, 2024

Appleumpkin Festival (Tecumseh, Michigan) [thru 10.13]

Arkansas Rice Festival (Weiner, Arkansas)

Augusta Bottoms Bier Festival (Augusta, Missouri)

Autumn Brew Review (Minneapolis, Minnesota)

Autumn Reggae Wine & Music Festival (Mt. Airy, Maryland) [thru 10.13]

Beet Festival (Sherman, Connecticut)

Blairsville Sorghum Festival Blairsville, Georgia) [thru 10.13 & 10.19-20]

Boonville Days: Texas Heritage Festival (Bryan, Texas)

Cape Cod Cranberry Day (East Sandwich, Massachusetts)

Chesapeake Virginia Wine Festival (Chesapeake, Virginia)

Chili Cook-off (Ludlow, Vermont)

Chincoteague Island Oyster Festival (Chincoteague, Virginia)

Cordell Pumpkin Festival (Cordell, Oklahoma)

Cranberry Harvest Festival (Grayland, Washington) [thru 10.13]

Davison Pumpkin Fest (Davison, Michigan)

Downtown Oyster Stroll (Westminster, Maryland)

Fall Festival (Wellington, Kansas)

Garlic & Harvest Festival (Bethlehem, Connecticut) [thru 10.13]

Georgia Apple Festival - Ellijay, Georgia) [thru 10.13 & 10.19-20]

Grape & Fall Festival (Hollister, Missouri)

Greek Festival (St. Augustine, Florida) [thru 10.13]

Hartsburg Pumpkin Festival (Hartsburg, Missouri) [thru 10.13

Harvest Celebration (Woodstock, Vermont) [thru 10.13]

Harvest Fest and Giant Pumpkin Weigh-Off (Stillwater, Minnesota) [thru 10.13]

Harvest Fest (Billings, Montana)

Harvest Fest Street Fair (Bethlehem, Pennsylvania)

International Alba White Truffle Fair (Alba, Italy) [thru 12.8]

LaFayette Apple Festival (LaFayette, New York) [thru 10.13]

Little River ShrimpFest (Little River, South Carolina) [thru 10.13]

Lobsterfest (Spring Brook, Pennsylvania)

McLoud Fall Fest (McLoud, Oklahoma)

Medford Apple Festival (Medford, Oregon)

Mount Holly Cider Days (Belmont, Vermont) [thru 10.13]

New Bedford Seaport Chowder Festival (New Bedford, Massachusetts)

Newburgh Seafood Festival (Newburgh, New York)

New Harmony Apple Festival and Fall Harvest (New Harmony, Utah)

Oak Harbor Apple Festival (Oak Harbor, Ohio) [thru 10.13]

Ohio Sauerkraut Festival (Waynesville, Ohio) [thru 10.13]

Peanut Festival (Grapeland, Texas)

Plate by Plate (San Francisco, California)

Pork Roll Palooza (Phillipsburg, New Jersey)

PumpkinFest (Aurora, Minnesota)

Pumpkinfest (Montague, Michigan)

Pumpkinfest & Regatta (Damariscotta, Maine) [thru 10.14]

Punkin Days (Floydada, Texas)

Saratoga International Flavorfeast (Saratoga Springs, New York)

Snowflake Harvest Fest (Snowflake, Arizona)

Sonoma County Harvest Fair (Santa Rosa, California)

Steak, Stein, and Wine Festival (Cameron, Texas)

Swansboro Mullet Festival (Swansboro, North Carolina) [thru 10.13]

Sweet Potato Festival (Darlington, South Carolina)

Taste & Brews Fall Fest (Canton, Georgia) [thru 10.13]

Taste of Brunswick Festival (Alberta, Virginia)

Taste of Cambridge (Cambridge, Maryland)

Tunkhannock Rotary Harvest and Wine Festival (Tunkhannock, Pennsylvania)

Valparaiso Fall Harvest Festival (Valparaiso, Indiana)

Weekend Along The Farm Trails (Sonoma County, California) [thru 10.13]

West Cape May Lima Bean Festival (West Cape May, New Jersey)

Whiskies of the World (Atlanta, Georgia)

The WhiskyX (San Francisco, California)

Wine & Food Celebration (Springfield, Missouri)

World Championship Gumbo Cook-Off (New Iberia, Louisiana) [thru 10.13]

Feast Days

Al Held (Artology)

Ayathrem begins (Zoroastrianism)

Barclay Shaw (Artology)

Carlo Acutis (Christian; Saint)

Cloud-Stamping Pentathlon (Shamanism)

Crowleymas (a.k.a. Feast for Life of Aleister Crowley; Thelema)

Day of Fortuna Redux (Ancient Rome)

Day of Giving the Black Land to Horus and the Red Land to Set (Ancient Egypt)

Edith Cavell and Elizabeth Fry (Church of England)

Edwin of Northumbria (Christian; Saint)

Eugenio Montale (Writerism)

Feasts of the Spirits of the Fire (Pagan)

Fiacc (Christian; Saint)

The Flying Sorcerers, Parts 1 & 2 (Underdog Cartoon, S2, Eps. 25 & 26 1965)

Fortuna Redux (Old Roman Goddess of Successful Journeys & Safe Returns)

Frank Sinatra Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Guido Molinari (Artology)

Herbert (Roman Catholic)

International Pastafarian Headgear Day (Pastafarian)

Lester Dent (Writerism)

Louis Brisson (Christian; Blessed)

Montaigne (Positivist; Saint)

Our Lady of Aparecida (Brazil; Christian; Saint)

Our Lady of the Pillar (Fiestas del Pilar; Christian; Saint) [Spain]

Prince Humpty Dumpty (Muppetism)

Radim Gaudentius (Czech Republic; Christian; Saint)

Robert Mangold (Artology)

Seraphin of Montegranaro (Christian; Saint)

Serge Clerc (Artology)

Wanting Wonton Day (Pastafarian)

Wilfrid of Ripon, Bishop of York (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [55 of 71]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Argo (Film; 2012)

Bad Times at the El Royale (Film; 2018)

The Blind Owl, by Sadegh Hedayat (Novel; 1936)

Cat-Choo (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1951)

The Caves of Steel, by Isaac Asimov (Novel; 1953)

Chimp and Zee (WB MM Cartoon; 1968)

Crazy Little Thing Called Love, by Queen (Song; 1979)

The Doctor and the Soul, by Viktor E. Frankl (Philosophy Book; 1946)

Don’t Knock the Rock (Film; 1956)

Fairy Tail (Anime TV Series; 2009)

First Man (Film; 2018)

The Gay Divorcee (Film; 1934)

Got My Mind Set On You, by George Harrison (Song; 1987)

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams (Novel; 1979)

The Homeless Flea (MGM Cartoon; 1940)

Hot Noon [or 12 O’Clock for Sure] (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1953)

The Hot Spot (Film; 1990)

How the Grinch Stole Christmas!, by Dr. Seuss (Children’s Book; 1957)

The Hunter (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1931)

If I Ran the Zoo, by Dr. Seuss (Children’s Book; 1950)

Inherit the Wind (Film; 1960)

It’s in the Bag or Rocky Gets the Sack (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 309; 1964)

Jesus Christ Superstar (Broadway Rock Opera; 1971)

JR, by William Gaddis (Novel; 1975)

Kick, by INXS (Album; 1987)

Lady Sings the Blues (Film; 1972)

Look Now, by Elvis Costello (Album; 2018)

Memphis Belle (Film; 1990)

Midnight Frolics (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1938)

Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel, by Virginia Lee Burton (Children’s Book; 1939)

The Narrows, by Ann Petry (Novel; 1953)

Night Life in the Army (Terrytoons Cartoon; 1942)

October, by U2 (Album; 1981)

Orientalism, by Edward W. Said (History Book; 1978)

Parlez Vous Woo (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1956)

Please Try to Remember the First of October!, by Dr. Seuss (Children’s Book; 1977)

Rabbit At Rest, by John Updike (Novel; 1990) [Rabbit #4]

Rollin’, by The Bay City Rollers (Album; 1974)

The Saint Abroad, by Fleming Lee (Short Stories; 1969) [Saint #42]

A Short Weight for All Seats or One of Our Trunks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 310; 1964)

Sideways (Film; 2004)

Soda Squirt (Ub Iwerks Flip the Frog Cartoon; 1933)

Sorry Safari (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1962)

Super Pink (Pink Panther Cartoon; 1966)

Touché and Go (WB MM Cartoon; 1957)

Trout Fishing in America, by Richard Brautigan (Novel; 1967)

Tusk, by Fleetwood Mac (Album; 1979)

Ultraman: The Adventure Begins (Toho Animated Film; 1987)

Today’s Name Days

Edwin, Gottfried, Horst, Maximillian (Austria)

Maksimilijan, Serafin, Velibor (Croatia)

Marcel (Czech Republic)

Maximillian (Denmark)

Aare, Aaro, Are (Estonia)

Aarre, Aarto (Finland)

Edwin, Séraphin, Wilfried (France)

David, Horst, Maximilian, (Germany)

Andromahi, Andromahos, Valantios (Greece)

Miksa (Hungary)

Serafino (Italy)

Kira, Lase, Monvids, Valfrids, Vitenis (Latvia)

Deimintė, Gantas, Salvinas (Lithuania)

Valter, Vibeke (Norway)

Cyriak, Eustachiusz, Eustachy, Grzymisław, Maksymilian, Ostap, Salwin, Serafin, Witold, Witołd, Witolda (Poland)

Andronic, Prov, Tarah (Romania)

Maximilián (Slovakia)

Pilar (Spain)

Manfred, Valfrid (Sweden)

Christopher, Cristopher, Kester, Kristofer, Kristopher (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 286 of 2024; 80 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of Week 41 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Gort (Ivy) [Day 14 of 28]

Chinese: Month 9 (Jia-Xu), Day 10 (Ji-You)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 10 Tishri 5785

Islamic: 8 Rabi II 1446

J Cal: 16 Orange; Twosday [16 of 30]

Julian: 29 September 2024

Moon: 69%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 6 Descartes (11th Month) [Sir Thomas Moore / Campanella]

Runic Half Month: Gyfu (Gift) [Day 6 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 21 of 90)

Week: 2nd Full Week of October

Zodiac: Libra (Day 20 of 30)

#Holidays

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art-of-manliness · 7 months ago

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The Art of Manliness’ Ultimate Guide to Summer

The summer months are here, and with them, a change in mood, expectations, and itineraries. If you (and your family — you only get 18 summers with your kids, after all!) want to make the most of the season’s unique possibilities for fun and memory-making, below we offer a list of the many summer-related resources we’ve published over the years. Hopefully they’ll inspire you to throw a backyard party, swing in a hammock, take a hike, read a book on the beach, and generally enjoy the heck out of the sun-filled, laid-back days ahead. What to Wear When the weather warms up, a new set of clothes in your wardrobe gets put into rotation. It’s harder to dress stylishly in the summer than it is in the colder, layer-friendly months, but you don’t have to (only) default to t-shirts and shorts. The articles below will acquaint you with alternatives that look sharper, yet still keep you cool, and even offer some tips on how wear that t-shirt better when you do opt for it. Read these style guides to specific sartorial pieces: * Summer Smart Casual: 3 Getup Ideas for the Office, Date Night, and Weddings * The Guayabera * The Classic Camp Collar Shirt * The Polo Shirt * The T-Shirt * Khakis * The Seersucker Suit * Boat Shoes * Mohinders (My #1 recommendation for summer shoes!) * My Go-to Sunglasses for Summer And check out these overview articles as well: * A Man’s Guide to Summer Dress: Part I and Part II * Easy Ways to Upgrade Your Casual Summer Style * Summer Style: How to Dress for an Outdoor Social Event What to Do Warm weather, school vacation, and holidays like the Fourth open up new possibilities for recreation, relaxation, travel, and general mischief. If you’re looking for ideas on how to while away your summer days, or just want to better execute your excursions and adventures, consult the list below: * 18 Things Every Man Should Do This Summer * 23 Dangerous Things You Should Let Your Kids Do * The Ultimate Guide to Fireworks * 10 Awesome 4th of July Traditions * How to Make a PVC Blowgun * How to Make a PVC Archery Bow * How to Make a Marshmallow Shooter * How to Make a Potato Cannon * How to Build a Man-Sized Slip-‘n-Slide * Backpacking Basics * The Complete Guide to Hiking (And Enjoying It) * Podcast #711: How to Plan the Ultimate Road Trip * 39 Things to Do Before Leaving on Vacation: A Handy Dandy Checklist * The Complete Guide to Flying With Babies and Toddlers (While Avoiding a Defcon 1 Meltdown) * 5 Ways to Streamline Your Next Camping Trip * Podcast #895: The Essential Guide to Visiting and Camping in the National Parks * The Great American Road Trip: Thoughts on Driving Across the Country What to Cook In the summertime, you’re less inclined to heat up the house by turning on the oven, and more inclined to take your cooking outdoors. When you’re firing up the grill, you’ll want to consult these articles, podcasts, and videos to become a master backyard chef: * The Science of Grilling * Podcast #612: Grillmaster Secrets for Flame-Cooked Perfection * Podcast #720: The Secrets to Making the Perfect Burger * The 3-Zone Fire * How to Light a Charcoal Grill * How to Grill Perfect Chicken Breasts * How to Grill the Perfect Burger * How to Grill the Perfect Steak * How to Make Your Own BBQ Sauce * How to Make Your Own BBQ Spice Rubs * Smoking Meat 101 * 3 Easy Marinades for Your 3 Favorite Meats * How to Smoke Brisket * How to Smoke Baby Back Ribs * How to Smoke Pulled Pork Also be sure to check out these fun tips for leveling up your next backyard BBQ: * The Best Way to Hold a Burger (According to Science!) * The Best Order to Stack Your Burger Toppings * The Best Way to Ice Drinks in a Cooler What to Read You often have more time to read during the summer, and you may be wondering what book to pack for your upcoming trip. Any of the recommendations on our many book lists could fit the bill, but as people are often looking for something lighter… http://dlvr.it/T7WjL6

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mightnotfeelrealbutitsok · 1 year ago

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Favourite parts of Robin Hood season 2

1. Sisterhood - Guy is cruel to Marian and burns Knighton Hall, Robin saves himself without help from the snake pit

2. The Booby and the Beast - the strategic strongroom heist, Guy is jealous of the Count wooing Marian, the whole Sheriff-Guy-Marian-Count dynamics in the games room

3. Childhood - actually a top tier episode, Guy catches kids but won't kill them, Marian walks in on Guy undressed but he's not charmed, the gang's plans are foiled by Allan's secret pub nights with Guy, the Sheriff takes the rocks out of the box, Guy fights in a ridiculous suit of armour, Guy cries like a baby as Robin tries to drown him, Marian threatens the armour-maker's life, Guy is dirty with wet hair but slightly less spiteful to Marian

4. The Angel of Death - Will turns pale and evil, Joseph poses as the Nightwatchman, almost poisons the gang with soup, Guy and Marian talk through the door, Robin pretends to poison himself to break Will, they give the Sheriff the antidote because they love him so much

5. Ducking and Diving - Robin can't trust anyone, the messenger speaks nonsense ('pork!'), Matilda is saved when being ducked by an underwater tube, John forms a bond with the birthing daughter, Robin hits Will to draw out the traitor and is ruthless in attacking Allan

6. For England...! - Guy gives Marian pretty dresses, the gang masquerade as musicians, Allan nags Guy while he's dressing and gets his own costume, Robin's ready to die and thinks he killed all the Black Knights for a second, Lord Winchester is no one's ally, Guy did not agree to the Sheriff selling Marian, Guy almost helps Marian escape but can't resist the Sheriff's persuasion, Robin and Allan battle it out over the cauldron, Guy and the Sheriff save Marian before Robin and Marian rides on Guy's (beautiful) horse

7. Show Me the Money - Marian stops Robin killing Allan and gains Allan's allegiance, Edward gets some courage and the Pact, Marian grieves and Guy tries to comfort her, she runs to Robin instead

8. Get Carter! - Guy is desperate to find Marian, the gang pretend Carter has killed Robin, Guy almost stabs Robin to make sure, Guy confesses his desires and Marian her sympathy, Marian gives him a good kiss and Guy thinks he's won in life

9. Lardner's Ring - which fool told the King's messenger about Robin's exile? The Fool, the Fool annoys Guy and the Sheriff over dinner, Marian is dangled from the tree as a hostage and Guy gets her down ('you're coming home with me' à la Thornton), the Sheriff gets a hawk to kill the pigeon

10. Walkabout - the Sheriff out and about in his silk pyjamas, Guy is left in charge of scrabbling to find the Sheriff, Marian is too headstrong to leave with Guy, the army closes in as the sun sets, Guy finds nobility and stays for Marian, the Sheriff thinks everyone incapable

11. Treasure of the Nation - Marian rebukes Guy for his changes in character, Guy unmasks the Nightwatchman and sees the stab wound, Marian pleads for Guy to spare her, Allan poses as the Nightwatchman, Guy bears the Sheriff's knife on his throat, Marian is thankful and stays for Guy

12. A Good Day to Die - Marian tries to kill the Sheriff, Robin and Much address their bromantic issues, an awkward roadtrip to the Holy Land, the Sheriff calls Guy Gizzy, Marian sleeps in the barn, Guy tries to ask Allan if Marian's single, the Sheriff, Guy and Allan share a dorm and Allan's bed is empty in the morning

13. We Are Robin Hood - Marian gives Guy a chance to be a good man and her husband, Guy won't kill the Sheriff, the King believes Robin is against him, the gang are left to die in the heat, the Sheriff leaves Marian with them without telling Guy, Saladin's phony messenger confronts Robin the phony King, Marian crushes Guy's heart, Guy runs her through with his sword, Marian and Robin wed last minute, Marian pulls the sword out herself, Robin carries Marian to her desert grave, Will and Djaq stay to be homemakers

#bbc robin hood #robin hood bbc

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aetherance · 1 year ago

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𝐼. ⸻ general.

name. kerry eurodyne alias(es). ker / prince of aether / god of rock gender. male age. 89 years old in '77 timeline / 35 years in 'current' timeline spoken / known language(s). english / filipino / masbateño preference. bisexual with heavy male / masc leaning preference. occupation(s). solo musician / celebrity figure

𝐼𝐼. ⸻ appearance.

eye color. naturally deep brown / currently sports lighter blue cyber optics with gold halo hair color. grows dark brown / dyed platinum height. 5'8" / 173.2 cm notable marks: gold cyber augmentation on throat and face, as well as contouring his chest / torso. upper lip scar in gap of mustache.

𝐼𝐼𝐼. ⸻ favorite.

color. deep reds and electric blues / mostly takes a liking to vivids and clashing colors song. poison - alice cooper food. pork bbq / pancit lomi drink. double espresso, jamaican blend with no sugar / gold tequila

𝐼𝑉. ⸻ have they …

passed university. no had sex. yes had sex in public. . . . yes. gotten pregnant / someone else pregnant. yes kissed a boy. yes kissed a girl. yes gotten tattoos. yes / one geometric 3/4 sleeve seeming to be purely aesthetic, and one full sleeve representing his life and heritage. 2023 the year of johnny’s death combined with a hidden symbol of mikoshi / a cherub waving an anahaw ( the national leaf of the philippines ) / his solo album cover on his shoulder / upwards from the wrist are flames lit around his favorite denim brand and some substances / this sleeve extends to his chest and follows more traditional filipino tribal tattoo. gotten piercings. yes / double lobe piercing in right ear / formerly had helix piercing in left but it's since been removed / formerly had nipple piercings but they've since been removed. stayed up for more than 24 hours. yes, there have been many instances through the years where kerry would be up for hours upon days writing lyrics or finishing chords. often wouldn't go to sleep for more than two hours at a time until his projects were polished.

𝑉. ⸻ are they …

a virgin. no a cuddler. yes / black belt cuddler with multiple disciplines, actually. a kisser. yes scared easily. yes and no / ker doesn't have much fear when it comes to venturing into dark rooms or alleged haunted buildings, but will absolutely drop dead at the instance of a jumpscare. trustworthy. yes dominant. circumstantial submissive. again, circumstantial but for the most part, yes. in love. it’s . . . complicated. single. yes

𝑉𝐼. ⸻ random questions.

have they harmed themselves. yes / this mostly came in form of alcohol and substance abuse well into his 80's. thought of suicide. yes attempted suicide. yes wanted to kill someone. yes have / had a job. yes / in early samurai years before becoming a solo musician, kerry worked in the catering industry as a ship server and busser / has taken up many menial jobs to keep bills paid and food on the table whenever gigs didn't quite pay enough. have any fears. mainly the fear of irrelevancy and of being forgotten. kerry has worked hard for decades to try and pull himself out of the shadows of samurai and of silverhand in order to be known as his own person with his own music and message. he constantly fears of being shoved into a box in order to be palatable for the public, and that he'd only be "another cog in the corpo machine". he deserves the best, he thinks- he deserves to be the best- and he'll constantly work himself to death in order to prove it every day.

𝑉𝐼𝐼. ⸻ family.

sibling(s). none parent(s). amelia nonato ( mother ) / philip victoriano eurodyne ( father ) ( both adoptive, both living retired home life in masbate ) children. two children, one son ( ted ) and one daughter ( kim ). significant other. none current / recently divorced pet(s). no

#˚ * 　singing songs 'til the break of dawn　· . dash games .#i'd kill for pancit rn actually

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doctorfriend79 · 1 year ago

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😋 Happy National Pulled Pork Day! 😋

#National Pulled Pork Day #Pulled Pork #Photography

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murderousink23 · 1 year ago

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rabbitcruiser · 1 year ago

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National Pulled Pork Day

Gather friends and family and make pulled pork together, a delicious and filling cut of meat is sure to please, or go out and enjoy professionally made pulled pork.

A tasty way to enjoy a meal that has been slow-roasted and delightfully seasoned, National Pulled Pork Day celebrates everything that has to do with this delicious dish!

History of National Pulled Pork Day

Sonny’s BBQ has partnered with the National Pork Board and the National BBQ Association in the United States to declare October 12 as National Pulled Pork Day.

How to Celebrate National Pulled Pork Day

Try out these ideas for getting the Pork Day celebration going:

Make Pulled Pork

Get Creative with Pulled Pork

Throw a National Pulled Pork Day Party

Go Out for Pulled Pork

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