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museaway · 5 months ago
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what would you take from my room?
I was tagged by @rosemirmir, tysm!! This is adorable. I'm in my kitchen right now so the items are from that room.
tagging anyone who sees this & would like to play!
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sunnyskies281 · 7 months ago
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RHYTHM HEAVEN FEVER REFERENCE
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therecipelibrary · 2 years ago
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Aunt Polly Rive's One Egg Cake
Mrs Wilson's Cook Book 1920
Moderate = 350
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rawranansi · 2 months ago
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A life that eats and eats and eats and crunches your bones but leaves your heart
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tzikeh · 27 days ago
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I'm gonna regret this
So, this... dish? Food item? Thing to eat?:
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Seems to have a lot of names. And now I'm going to make a poll with a bunch of the names I've heard this dish called.
I am already 100% certain that this will be one of those "OP is about to find out their experience isn't universal" polls.
In fact, what I call this *isn't even listed in the Wikipedia article about this dish*.
I'm starting to believe that it what I call it is a regionalism so narrow in both place and time that the only other people who call it what I call it went to sleepaway camp in the Berkshire Mountains in the early 1980s.
P.S. WHY THE HELL ARE REPLIES RESTRICTED?? I DID NOT SET ANY RESTRICTIONS!
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hinamie · 3 months ago
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make it vicious, take a stab
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menubot · 1 year ago
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Waffle with Sausage, One Egg, $0.70, Bordens (1953) http://menus.nypl.org/menus/29408
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moldspace · 4 months ago
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the moon holding a star
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ionomycin · 6 months ago
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spores
ref by my friend @jawsstone
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inkskinned · 2 years ago
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
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sea-beam · 7 months ago
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using action replay✨
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fieriframes · 5 months ago
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[Oh, so I'm fermenting all the time. [ Laughter ] So we're going to make the batter. Flour, a little bit of turmeric, some garlic powder, salt, pepper, one egg.]
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zaahvi · 8 months ago
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GLORY TO THE RISEN GODS
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greypetrel · 2 months ago
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The very necessary, one Solavellan question. 🪱
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demi-pixellated · 2 days ago
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Werehog...
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moncuries · 1 year ago
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clearly my idea of these two just revolves around longing and diplomacy
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